why me? an Asa Butterfield Fanfiction

Chapter 11

Asa's POV

Winter meant tests. Tests meant studying and I hated that. Who actually loved studying for crying out loud? Well certainly not me. College was a bore and I couldn't wait to graduate. But winter also meant snuggling and walks through a forest and fireplaces. And I could enjoy each of those with Faye. I couldn't wait to tell her my idea. Well invite her I guess.

Faye's POV

Oh my God, studying is terrible. Unless I actually like the subject and or know what it means. So therefore it's usually a hate/love relationship. As I walk through the ice tipped grass to the library I tighten my scarf on my neck and hug my books to my chest. Every drop of heat escapes from me the second I walk outside. It doesn't help having the library be thousands of miles away from the main building. My boots click on the stones and I jog over to the door. I rip open the old metal doors and enter the library. I got my favorite little spot. A couch with a side table that you can work on. I put my bag on the floor and take out my work.

Around two hours had passed when I heard papers rustling. I look up and see piercing blue eyes moving my backpack to the floor.
"Yes?"
"Hi. I missed you!! Studying is a bore. Wanna ditch?" he asks.

"Um, not really but you can help me study!" you say. He frowns and agrees. After an hour of hysterical studying you both call it quits and decide to take a drive around town. You keep your notes on your lap and are reading from them when you hear Asa's soft singing to Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey. You take a quick glance over at him and go back to your notes. His voice is beautiful and you wonder why he isn't a singer. As the song finishes up you take your feet off the dashboard and lean into the chair. You have a denim jacket over the warm fuzzy one you have on and your jeans are desperately trying to keep the heat on your legs. The Vans you have on are slightly dirty but you like it and your hair is down and natural, wavy natural which is how you like it. You look over at Asa.

"Why don't you sing?" you ask bluntly. He looks at you.

"What?" he asks.

"You have an AMAZING voice. Why do you not sing?" 

"Um. Well I'm pretty sure I sound like a dying animal..." he drifts off.

"NO! You don't! It's perfect!!!" you look over to him and plead with your eyes.

"Alright, if any opportunities come along, I will take them." he chuckles. You smile and lean into his arm.

"Good."