Who wants to see a list of ideas that I might actually write if I get my butt in gear?
(If your answer is no just ignore the pictures)
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Ashton: "Ashton, you don't understand. I don't want to pee, I need to pee," you groaned lightly, crossing your legs as you shifted uncomfortably. Your bladder was full and you were not enjoying the sensation at all. Unfortunately, Ashton continually ignored you, insisting that you could hold it until lunchtime.
"Ten more minutes," he murmured, "I don't want to be late." Ah yes, Ashton and his punctuality. He was supposed to be heading to some meeting a few hours away and you were getting dragged along since he didn't like leaving you home alone even though you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself for the day.
"YOU'RE GONNA BE REAL LATE IF YOU DON'T FIND ME A BATHROOM!" You yelled, beginning to fidget side to side.
Ashton groaned loudly but pulled off the next exit, "fine. We'll just head to a gas station and you can pee and I'll refuel and then we can get some snacks instead of lunch."
Well you'd prefer real lunch, but there were worse things than a bag of chips and some candy from a gas station. You agreed, mostly because your bladder felt like an overfilled water balloon.
