september 1st

21 4 7

by whateverpunk

by whateverpunk

T W E N T Y O N E

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the redness is fading and the swelling went down, but i can't say the same for my twitter following.

since the mishap with the drum sticks, i've gained nearly 5k. five thousand more followers. maybe i should get hurt more often.

surprisingly, my face-beating isn't exactly the freshest thought in my mind, however — it always comes back to ashton. ashton, the boy i had told to lose my number.

even after dwelling on it the past 24 hours, my mind is nowhere near made up. was it a mistake? was it for the greater good? i honestly can't tell.

all of a sudden, my phone sounds beside me for what seems like the millionth time today. but this time, it's a notification other than, "so-and-so followed you!" a tweet notification.

@ashton5sos: a girl got hit by a drum stick last night... i cannot express how incredibly sorry i am... i am so sorry :(

i heave a sigh, resisting the all-too-familiar urge to hurl my phone across the room. a girl — so that is all i am to him now?

almost immediately, the tweets flood in again, as if i haven't seen ashton's pathetic attempt at an apology.

through all the 99+ notifications happening, i almost don't process the blue dot hovering over the right corner of my messages. and, like the cliché story my life is becoming, i click the tab, exposing the first few lines of ashton irwin's dm.