A/N: I've worked really hard on this book and really hope you all enjoy it 😊 (sorry the first chapters a lil rough)
Chapter one:
Ashley's pov:
At some point, someone in my life didn't tell me what was like to love, but instead what it's like to be heartbroken. See the thing is, when people do talk about relationships, and love, they don't talk about the happy memories that the two of them made when they were together, they just tell you how bad it hurt when they left. When people do talk about love, they talk about the fireworks they feel and the way their skin sparks when they touch the person they love, which gives people a completely and utterly untrue view of what love is and how to know if you do love or not. The truth is, when you love a person you don't feel fireworks, you feel flutters, and you get attached to this person, this wonderful person, who's your best friend. And they're right, when..if they do leave it does hurt, but the thing is, it's always worth it. There's always something you learn when you truly love someone, what it is differs on what relationship you came from..well, now I'm just babbling, point is I'm in the process of being in love and I'm just trying to go through the feelings. Am I happy about it? Of course. Are my friends happy about it? I think so. Are my parents happy about it, Well, I'm sure if they knew I was even talking to someone I would be murdered on the spot, so let's go with no.
I can't help but to contemplate life when I'm nervous, and right now I have a heck of a reason to be nervous; Michael. The person I'm so "in love with" said he'd be here (my house) by now so I was a little worried. This was the first night we decided to try this; him sneaking into my house so when I saw a figure walk up to my front door I was a little more then happy to see him.
I opened my window so he could come into my room, which was fairly easy considering my bedroom window was connected to my front porch.
"Hey babe" he smiled to me through the window.
"Shh, my parents could hear you" I giggled quietly. He climbed through, trying not to trip but failing miserably. He tumbled into the room with a thud.
"Shhhhh, if my parents wake up we're actually dead meat." I laughed nervously.
"I'm sorry my falling inconveniences you" He replied back sarcastically.
"Where'd you park?" I asked, a slightly worried tone in my voice.
"About a block away" He replied, he started to cautiously stand up.
"Okay, good" I started to help him up. One would think I'm crazy, taking all these precautions just to have my boyfriend stay the night, but that's because those people don't know my parents, they're insane, I know, I know, How bad could they be?
I closed my window and turned on a dim light before facing him with a slight smile on my lips, our plan has been a success..so far, anyways.
"Well hello, beautiful" he said grabbing me by the waist and pecking my lips, his Australian accent still hanging in the air.
I let out a soft hum "Well, hello Michael"
"Where should I put my coat?" He asked, he seemed a little nervous.
It was a cold January winter here in Iowa, yes, Iowa, where's Iowa you may ask? Well, it's smack dab in the middle of America, nothing interesting ever happened here. Ever.
"On the floor" I replied nonchalantly.
He was from Australia but moved here about 8 months ago, a long story on why, but I'm glad he's here now.
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