A/N
This fic is basically written for my lovely friend Lyndsey because she really really likes Ashton and lmao if you have a problem with me reusing names then s w e r v e (ilysm tho)
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"What do you want to do?" Becky asks me as I'm sitting on my bed with my phone in my hand.
"I don't know, it's the middle of the night what is there to do?" I ask her in return.
"Lyndsey, it's 7 in the morning..." She tells me.
"What?!" I half shout. "I'm not even tired."
"Niether am I, you wanna go to Orlando or something or like Palm Bay?" She asks me, I raise an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"Because summer's started and I don't have decent clothes. They're all shorts from like two years ago and band tees," she complains. "And our mall kind of sucks."
"I guess, let me just leave a note for my mom," I tell her. Thank Jesus I was eighteen. The second it happened my mom told me I didn't need to get permission to go anywhere as long as I told her where I was going and checked in on her. She knows that she can't exactly tell me no but I know that she can kick me out, so I stay obiedient.
We both get dressed (outfit in comments because wow i'm so basic) and we hop into my car.
"Starbucks?" She asks me. "I haven't had any in forever." She sighs.
"Obviously," I reply with a laugh. "I can't believe we graduated high school last week."
"I fucking know," she said. "I feel like we were just sophmores.."
"Don't even talk about it oh my god," I tell her. The fact that I was going away to college terrifies me. I'm honestly not ready for it. I'm not ready to be in a dorm with a complete stranger, with a new job, with new people and paying bills. It's absolutely terrifying. Becky just laughs and plugs her phone into the stero of my car, which is one less responsibilty I had to worry about achieving. It was a gift from my grandparents that were extremely loaded but acted as if they didn't give a shit, but this was nice. "Really? This song?" I ask her.
"Yes, this song. It fits the situation," She smiles and puts her feet on my dashboard while Responsibilites by MXPX plays. I roll my eyes while the song that defines my life continues on.
Responsibility? What's that?
Responsibility? Not quite yet
Responsibility? What's that?
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"Where to?" I ask Becky as I throw my empty Starbucks into a trash can next to the entrance of the mall. "PacSun? American Apparel? Forever 21-"
"Forever 21, I don't want to spend 30 bucks on a piece of cloth the size of my pinky," She says causing me to laugh.
We walk into Forever 21 and the mall was pretty packed for it being a Monday. I overhear talk of graduations and graduation parties and I'm assuming that everyone's just finding something to wear. I just needed cute stuff for a maybe a cute boy.
Ha.
That won't happen. Boys don't like me. I'm, well, I'm me. I wasn't the prettiest nor the thinnest. I'm bitchy and overly sassy when I meet someone new and that kind of puts people off. I'm just not good with talking to boys and boys have rarely spoken to me because there's always someone prettier in shorter shorts.
"Earth to Lyndsey," Becky says snapping her fingers in my face. "What do you think?" She asks wearing a black party dress that hit her mid-thigh and was strapless.
"Where are you ever going to wear that?" I ask her.
"I don't know, maybe if I get adventurous in college I'll wear it to a party," She sighs. "So, tell me what you think."
"It's nice," I tell her and I mean it. She looks absolutely amazing and I wouldn't be suprised if she turned heads more than twice passing by.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"Nothing," I lie.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I assure her. "I'm just gonna go look at their muscle tees and stuff. Catch me when you're done." She nods and returns to the changing room she was just in and I leave her to continuing trying on the thousands of clothes she's already picked out.
I go through the t-shirts and pick out a few that are cute but I just wasn't feeling it. I end up buying one and text Becky that I'll be down at the music store to check out new albums, making a joke about how maybe 5SOS dropped a Beyonce and I'll see it there.
I went to the alternative section of the store and go through their endless amounts of CDs and find one that catches my eye. All Time Low's newest album, Don't Panic. I've listened to it so much and I've learned to love it with all of my heart but I've never been able to buy it because I've been saving money for my first year of college, however, I've had all that money saved up and now it was here, right within my reach. I go to reach for it but I end up awkwardly bumping into somone else's hand. They wanted the album, too. I look up to see that it was none other than the drummer of 5 Seconds of Summer, aka the band that I loved the most. The band that saved my life. I just touched his hand and now he was looking at me.
"I-I.." I started to say but flushed madly.
"Nice music taste," he said with a smile, kindly ignoring my stammering.
"Thanks," I say.
"Were you planning on getting it?" He asks picking it up.
"Well yeah, that's what you do with things at a mall," I say, feeling that sassy part of myself come out to play, by the end of this conversation one of my inspirations was either going to hate me or love me. Let's just hope I don't say anything too stupid.
