ashton's P.O.V
okay, to be totally honest, I don't want to go to austin.
i heard so many horror stories about it. number one, the people there are rude as fuck. number two, people don't know how to drive there, and number three, with how small it is and all the people there, it's too crowded for me.
but, of course, i would do anything that grace wants to do.
I can't let her down.
I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I let her down.
I hear footsteps outside, and that meant grace just got home.
I walked fast to the door so I could see my beautiful angel.
I opened the door to see my old friend calum who I haven't seen in ages.
"oh, uh, hi calum!" I greet him, awkwardly.
"hey dude. so, if you're wondering why I'm here, it's because I just wanted to talk with you for a while. is that okay?"
"um, sure." I tell him.
he walks in, and looks around the place.
"wow. who's paintings are these? they're incredible!" he says, admiring my work.
"well, mr. hood, these are my paintings." I smile with confidence.
calum looked at me in disbelief.
"seriously? i didn't know you were an artist!"
"well, we haven't talked in a while, so, I'll just tell you why I paint. so, do you know that art museum?" I ask him.
"which one?" calum asks, making me feel completely stupid.
"the one downtown!"
calum is still confused.
"okay, but I don't go to art museums, so..." calum says, making me feel stupid, again.
"okay, whatever. so, I went to this art museum, because I was bored out of my mind, and I looked at the art, and I guess it inspired me." I say with a smile.
he nods and sits on the couch.
"so, got any girlfriends yet?" calum asks me.
"actually, yes, I do."
calum looks at me in disbelief, again.
"really? what's her name?" calum asks.
"oh, her name is grace." I say with a confident smile.
calum's smile turns into a frown.
"oh, uh, okay."
it was unusual. he was acting really weird.
"um, I have to go." calum says, and storms out of the room.
well, that was awkward.
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