He Said. (Asa Butterfield)

4- Heaven Can Wait

Theory Number 1: I'm dreaming.

Theory Number 2: I'm going absolutely crazy

Theory Number 3: Asa said he likes me.

Yep, theory 2 it is! Because how much do you bet that he said 'If it helps, I was dumb as a child, too.'

Yeah, that's what he said.

I shake the last 5 minutes from my head and grab the cookies, walking up to my bedroom. I really loved my bedroom. The walls were dark gray, and the wall that my headboard was on was covered in posters, you couldn't see an inch of wall. My favorite poster was gray (duh) and said Keep Calm and Blame Society. The symbol at the top was a black crown, opposite of the writing which was white. Across from my bed, there was a big window that showed Asa's house, and to the right of that I wrote out my name out in newspaper scraps I painted black, and to the left of the window was a boring, white desk with a black spinney chair. My sheets were plain white, along with my pillows and nightstand. But I had lamps on each nightstand that were gray with black flowers. By my desk was a door that led to a tiny walk in closet, and the other side of my room was my bathroom door. It was so much more comforting and me than my old bedroom. I put my phone into the radio thing and played a playlist that had Alkaline Trio, We the Kings, and Blink-182.

I never really showed the punkish/boyish side to myself. My dad always said, "Who's daughter is this? It's defiantly not mine. I never raised a girl who had tattoos, piercings, and fake hair. Because then I would've raised a disgrace." I wish I could say it never bothered me, but that would be a huge understatement. I took out all of my piercings, minus my first hole in my ear and my belly ring. I didn't get rid of my tattoos, that'd be way to painful. I also stopped dying my hair black, let it grow back to it's boring, natural blonde. After that I tried to be perfect, straight A's, perfect attendance, nothing bad on my permanent record whatsoever. I had to be perfect. But that's why he left us, I was disgrace and my mom didn't do anything about it. I haven't heard since my dad since, but I don't expect to.

Now that you heard that depressing story about my life back in Nebraska, let's get positive!

I sat down at my desk, opening my Mac Book and scrolled through tumblr, singing along to my background music. The next song that played was 'Heaven Can Wait' by We the Kings, and I totally flipped out. I felt like I haven't listened to this song in forever! I couldn't help myself, I got up and started dancing like a maniac. I froze, just to sing the awesome beat-drop at the end of the bridge: "HEAVEN CAN WAIT UP HIGH IN THE SKY! UNTIL, WE DIE!" I mash-pitted (is that what I say?) for the rest of the song than froze again to sing the last line, screaming at the top of my lungs. "CAUSE HEAVEN CAN WAIT!"

Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the bamboo alert, signaling a text.

To: You

From: Asa (tutor buddy!)

Thank for the show;)

Absolutely mortified, I look at my window, and the blinds were open that whole time! I see Asa on his phone. Was he... recording me?

I gesture for him to open his window, and he does as do I. "The hell man!" I scream across the street.

"What!" he shouts back. "It was cute! Oh and do you mind if I put it on Instagram?"

I widen my eyes, and run to my iRadio, grabbing my phone, checking Asa's Instagram. Sure enough, there was a video of me rocking out to WTK with 16,613 likes and 689 comments. The recent three said @asabopp omg you're neighbors a freak! awww, that's like a total taytay swifty moment! and lol i wish she was my neighbor!

So, I wasn't getting bad reviews, but I was still mad. I decided to write my own colorful-word-choiced comment of my own. I went back to the window to scream at my annoying neighbor, but he already closed his window and blinds. "Bitch," I mutter under my breath.

After my little episode, it was about 10:30 and we had school tomorrow so I decided to shower. Like most people do in the shower, I over thought a lot about Asa. Like, a lot.

The first thing I thought about was, I'm so not ready to admit this to myself, but: Do I like Asa? I mean, I liked him as a celebrity crush since I was 12, but now were maybe friends? No. Acquaintances. But I already knew a lot about him, like that he watched 2 seasons of Game of Thrones in 4 days, and had 3 cats. But now I knew more. I knew the real Asa.

Along with that: Does Asa like me? I've been thinking about it ever since he left. Did Asa really like me, too?

I began to get a headache, so I stepped out of the shower and finished my nightly routine. But I went to bed with the same thing replaying over in my head.

Well, if it helps, I like you, too.

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A/N: LONGEST CHAPTER YET WITH 907 WORDS! YAY!

Ugh I'm not a fan of this chapter. Should we just call it a filler? I think so. There was only one scene! Yeah, we'll call it a filler:) picture of francesca's tattoos on the side and 'heaven can wait' by WTK!

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