The 9th weekend, we had another sleepover. Ashton finally gave me his phone number, which he told me the only reason he hadn't was because he thought letters were more romantic. It literally took me an hour of asking him.
"Fine, Luke, here, put your number into my phone," he said, jamming his phone into my face.
All I did was smile triumphantly and snatch it from his hands before he could change his hands.
I typed my number in quickly along with my name and added as many emojis that could fit after it. But then an idea popped into my head.
I quickly erased my name and typed a new one before saving it and closing the contacts app and sliding his phone back to him.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts, confused when he couldn't find my name. "Did you even put it in here," he asked, finally giving up.
I handed him my phone. "Here, call your number and see what comes up."
He sighed, but I could basically hear the excitement radiating just from the playful exhale he made. He typed his number in and the dial tone was all the could be heard, faint and distant, but other than that the room was completely silent.
Then, my picture and the name popped up on his screen.
Boyfriend. 💫🔥💥
He looked up at me after staring at the screen for what seemed like millenniums.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" I whispered.
He blinked, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment and I swear I saw that glint of remorse again, but it was gone in the blink of an eye and I knew I'd just been imagining it, I had to be.
And he stared into my eyes and I realized I wished I would've said astronaut when they asked me what I wanted to be cause all I wanted to do was explore this boy.
And then he whispered, "yes."
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Starry Eyed. Lashton AU
Fanfiction》Star·ry-eyed 》Adjective 》Naïvely enthusiastic or idealistic; failing to recognize the practical realities of a situation. ☆ "My mum always said not to get starry eyed over someone, especially if it blinds you to someone really important."
