Heyyy. I'm going away next Tuesday so hopefully I'll be able to get another couple of chapters done on the plane! Enjoy the next chapter and don't forget to comment!
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Emily:
But are you together?" The interviewer asked.
"Well... yeah." Ashton answered.
I freaked out a little.
I was dating Ashton Irwin. The famous Ashton Irwin. It was crazy.
My phone buzzed on my bed. I reached over past all of the homework papers and textbooks to grab it.
"Ugh." I sighed. It was yet another twitter notification. It was the 50th one in the past 6 minutes. I had been getting so many tweets, likes, and comments since Ashton tagged me in the picture- and not all if them were nice. I don't know how the boys- or any other celebrity- deal with the constant phone vibrations and hate comments.
I heard She Looks So Perfect come on the radio and figured that the boys were done. I pulled up my contacts and texted Ashton.
Hey. I heard your radio interview. Can't wait to meet you on Boston later!
I sent the message and got an almost-immediate response.
I'll meet you at the restaurant at 7. :)
We had our first official date tonight at a fancy restaurant in the city.
"Emily!" My mom called. "Kate's here!"
My door opened and Kate walked in.
"Thanks Mom!" I replied.
I hugged Kate an we began tearing through my closet, trying to find the perfect outfit.
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"Where are you going again?" Kate asked after we had tried on about 25 different outfits.
"I don't remember. He just said it was a fancy place." I took my hair out of the wet towel it was wrapped in and began to brush my tangled brunette mess.
"I vote one of these." Kate had her three favorite outfits laid out on my double-sized bed.
One was a turquoise pencil skirt with a long sleeve creme blouse. The second outfit was a strapless pink maxi dress.
The last outfit was a navy-blue-and-white striped dress with an upper back cutout. All were matched with the same nude colored sandals.
"I like the dress." I decided finally.
"Which one?" Kate asked, throwing the skirt and blouse duo onto the floor of the closet, where it would wrinkle until I had the drive or need to iron and hang them.
"The striped one. Sorry." She threw the maxi dress to join the previous candidates.
"Plug in the blowdryrer and hurry up brushing. We only have 2 hours before we have to leave, and do you know how long it's going to take me to straighten and pin up you hair?" Kate asked.
"A while." I replied. And then I turned on the dryer.
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Ashton:
I thanked Al for driving and walked into the restaurant.
The hostess at the podium looked up from organizing menus.
"Do you have a reservation?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah. It's under Irwin?" I told her. It sounded more like a question than a statement though.
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