Chapter Five

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Saturday, 10th August

Dear Stephen // Taytor Swift

Dear Diary,

HOLY.POOP.

he kissed me

he kissed me

he kissed me

he kissed me

he kissed me

he kissed me

he

kissed

Ashton Fletcher Irwin kissed me

Well, when I say kissed, I mean a peck. And when I say me, I mean my cheek.

But that's beyond the point, the point is that he kissed me. He put his lips onto my skin with the sole purpose of kissing me.

We've spent everyday together for the past week, and I've grown quite attached to him. He's fun to be around, and he's so kind, and funny, and that smile, oh my word, don't even get me started on that smile of his, it is actually the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life.

When I look at him, I just feel as though I'm in a pool of emotions, and as if I don't know how to swim. But strangely enough, I'm okay with that. I'm okay with anything, as long as Ashton is involved.

Today, though, Luke got pissy with me. He started to claim that I “don't spend any time with them" because I'm “too busy with Ashton."

Like, seriously? It's been a week, and he can't say anything about me “ignoring" him when Ash is around, because he blatantly ignored me when he was dating that Maddy girl or whatever her face was. And guess what? I still accepted him back into my life when they broke up, I allowed myself to be his shoulder to cry on, and now he's thrown it back in my face.

He just doesn't get it; no one does. I like Ashton.

Anyway, the kiss!

He was walking me home from the milkshake bar ((that has apparently become “our" thing. Can you believe me and Broken Boy have a thing?!)) and when we reached my door, we said our usual goodbyes ((“See ya later, Alligator!" “In a while, Crocodile!")) and then he just lent in and k i s s e d. m e.

He blushed afterwards, Diary. A cute boy, who seems to take interest in me, and hasn't yet called me dude, blushed. Because of me. I made a boy blush.

Me. I made him blush. Silly, little old below average me, made Ashton Fletcher Irwin blush, after he kissedme.

I can't stop writing that.

he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me.

My first kiss.

Lot's of Love,

Z

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