Eve's POV:
"No." I protest.
"C'mon, please Eve?! Just one night, Ashton's gonna be there." Grace tries to convince me to go with her and Luke to this club. I already said no, three times, but I do miss Ashton. I haven't seen him in 4 days. He says he's been busy, but he has been texting me. We talk from the second he wakes up to the second I fall asleep.
"Ashton's not gonna be there, you're lying." I roll my eyes, he would've told me.
"Oh yes he is, he asked for you specifically. Luke said he practically begged." She's lying, I know she is.
"He asked for me?"
"Uh huh." Grace smiles as she applies more mascara. Her room is bigger than mine. She lives in a small apartment with her older sister, Jessica. Jessica's 26. Me and Grace actually met because Jessica and Britt wanted to go out but had to bring us, and we clicked instantly, talking about how stupid J and Britt were.
"Okay fine… But If I go you can't embarrass me." I demand.
"What? Embarrass you? Psshh… Please, I'm as cool as a cat." She says while applying lipstick. I roll my eyes.
"Fine. Let me grab my shoes."
"Oh yay! Whoo! Double date!" She screams, I stop before I leave her bedroom.
"If you call it that, I'm not going." I say.
"Okay okay," She throws her hands up.
***
Luke and Ashton are gonna pick us up at Grace's place. Grace's apartment buildings remind me of Ashton's, but Ashton's apartment is much smaller.
"They're taking us to a club." Grace smiles as we stand patiently outside the door, staring at the parking lot waiting like a bunch of idiots.
"Do we have to just stand out here?"
"Yes." She says, I roll my eyes and take a seat on the concrete step, crossing my legs and resting my palm on my cheek.
About a minute goes by and a black vehicle that looks like Ashton's pulls up. Same color, same shape, different brand. It's not a BMW. It's some other expensive company.
Grace smiles and rushes to Luke, her short floral dress swaying behind her as she tries to balance on her 4 1/2 inch heels. She walks up to Luke and kisses him, his height still stretching over her as she throws her hands over her shoulder. She's so feminine and beautiful. Meanwhile I'm sitting on the concrete floor looking like more of a man than Luke does.
I stand up.
"Luke your damn seat won't recline." I hear a familiar accent as Ashton's tall figure climbs out from the passenger side of Luke's cloud. My closed lips part as I take in his appearance.
He's wearing those tight black skinny jeans and his hair has fallen down upon his forehead. His dark red converse match his Rolling Stones shirt. His tall figure stands out as he walks toward me.
"Hi," He smiles. Hands in pockets, hair in eyes, dimples on cheeks.
"Hi," I reach up on my tippy toes and swipe my fingertips along his hair, moving it out of the way so I can see his face better.
He smiles.
"Ready?" He asks, it's then when I notice the grin on my face.
"Yup."
***
"And then he said, 'oh. I don't know, ask your mom!'" Grace finishes her third joke, Luke bursts out laughing for the third time.
