He just holds me close, and at the same time, we both mumble, "cutie..."
___Ashton's POV___
I feel myself start to blush. Oh my God, why am I blushing? I see her look up at me out of my peripheral vision and I notice the her cheeks are dusted pink, just like mine. I understand why she's blushing, but why am I? Do I-"What, you've never been called cute before?" I'm broken out of my thoughts when she asks this with a nervous chuckle. I tense when I realize the awkwardness of the entire situation and at the question itself, she caught me of gaurd. "W-well, yeah. Fangirls do it all the time, but..." But what, man? But what? I can't tell her I like her, that makes no sense. Besides, I don't even know if I do or not. "...but I AM a fangirl." Well, she's not wrong there. But there's something about her, something...something different. She's not like most fangirls, or people, for that matter. I don't know what it is, though. I can't put my finger on it. I don't know if her experiences made her this way, or if she was already like this. I think the other guys saw this too, but I'm not sure. All I know is that's she more, WAY more than just a fangirl.
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