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I woke up to my cell phone ringing next on my nightstand. It was a number that I didn't recognize, but I answered it anyway.

"Come meet me in the front of your house." a mans voice filled my ear. "I'm sitting in a chair on your front porch."

I didn't know who it was. I couldn't identify the voice because it spoke quickly. I decided I would do as they said, because I didn't want grammy to shoot them, thinking they were trying to rob her.

I walked outside. Before I could turn the corner to see who was there, I saw a red car in the driveway. Ashton. Someone came from behind me, and grabbed my waist. They spun me around. Ashton.

"What are you doing here? How did you get my phone number? How did you get my address?' I thought out loud.

'I know people. You like R5, right?" he asked randomly.

R5 was my favorite band. I don't know how he knew that, but I didn't care to question it. I nodded. He took his hands off my waist, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to his car.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he sat me down in the front seat.

"Its a surprise." he said, getting into the other side of the car. starting the engine, and pulling me out of the driveway.

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