When I walked to the flowers, Ashton was sitting there.
"Hi, Luke." He said.
"Hey." I replied. I didn't piece it together until the next time he spoke.
"I'm glad you decided to meet me here." He stated.
"Wait, you've been writing these?" I asked. He nodded.
"Oh." Was all I said.
"Do you want to go get some food later tonight?" He asked me.
"Sure." I nodded. "What time?"
"Six thirty." He answered. I nodded before going to my car. I buckled the mechanical baby into the backseat and placed my backpack next to it.
The whole way home, I thought off all the things Ashton had written me. I didn't react right, and I was sure that he thought I wasn't pleased. Truth was, I just wasn't sure what to say. It was difficult to believe and understand; I was stunned.
It was still strange to me That Ashton felt that way, but it also made me happy. Extremely happy.
When I got home, my mom seemed confused.
"Don't you have a game to go to?" She questioned.
"We don't have one this week." I replied. She nodded.
"How's little Emmett?" She asked, gesturing towards my fake baby project. I had named it Emmett.
I shrugged, just as it started crying.
I sighed and walked up to my room. I pulled the crying thing out of its car seat and cradled it in my arms, letting it suck on a bottle.
Eventually, it stopped crying. I laid it on the bed and looked into my body mirror. I was in sweatpants and a big hoodie, with barely any makeup on. It was extremely comfortable, but I didn't want to get food with Ashton like that.
I walked downstairs and into the living room, where my mom was watching something.
"Hey, mom? Can I go get food with Ashton at 6:30?" I questioned.
"Yeah, sure honey. Tyler's coming over tonight." She informed me.
"Oh, have fun." I replied.
"You, too. By the way, are you two dating?" She questioned. "I can tell you two like each other."
"Um, n- no. Not officially, anyway." I answered, thinking back to the cuddles and the kiss that made my head spin and the unofficial dates.
"Oh. Okay." She shrugged.
I went back to my room and checked the time. I still had two hours until I was leaving.
I took a shower, quickly dried my hair and body, and started looking at my clothes around 5:30.
I settled on a short, black skater skirt and a light pink t shirt. I put on socks and some black combat boots before putting on some light eye shadow, black mascara and eyeliner, highlight, and red lipstick. I did my eyebrows and made myself smell good before Ashton arrived.
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Notes (Lashton)
Fanfiction"Who the hell keeps putting love notes in my locker?" In which Luke keeps finding notes with beautiful messages written on them in his locker, but he can't figure out who's writing them.