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I walked into my house around 1:00 in the morning. My grandmother was sitting in the living room recliner reading todays newspaper: Friday, May 23, 2014.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

"At a concert with a friend." I said. I didn't really know if Ashton considered me a friend, but I didn't know what else to call him. Some random stalker guy who got my number, address, and knew what my favorite band was? No. She'd kill both of us.

"A friend?" she looked so surprised. I guess If he did consider us friends, I would be surprised too.

"Yeah." I said. She shrugged, and went up to her room. That was her body language for saying 'You're off the hook.' My grandma used body language all the time. It took me a while to learn everything about her, considering my parents and I had lived in Illinois, so we didn't see her that much. But I had everything figured out about her now. She was one of those people who could be nice one minute, but if you do something, anything to set her off, and that little spark of happiness she had earlier burns out.

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I walked out of the house to go to the bus stop, where I was the only kid. Everyone else had their own car or got to school some other way. Living in the suburbs was nice. There wasn't much crime, if any at all. It was warm outside, so I wore a floral dress. I was probably the only one with fashion sense at my school. Everyone else either dressed like sluts or gangsters, with saggy clothes.

Ashton drove by me, noticing my presence at the bus stop. He drove right past me. About two minutes later, he showed up again, but this time, he stopped at the corner where I was. "Would you like a ride? Taking the bus has to suck."

"School sucks" I said.

"Please." he pouted playfully.

"Fine." I looked around, and got in his car.

"What was that about?" he asked as he pulled away from the corner.

"What?" I asked, uncertain of what he meant.

"You looked around." he said.

"I don't know... " I sighed as he pulled into the school parking lot. "Thanks for the ride." I said before getting out.

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