stomach tied in knots by sleeping with sirens"are you hungry?" he smiled at me.
"uh, no," i lied. i hate food. how was i meant to tell him?
my stomach rumbled. fantastic.
"please don't lie."
"it's, like, eleven pm." i quirked an eyebrow at him.
"and?"
"it's too late to go get food and we are too young to be out alone."
"look, i don't want you to starve, okay? i saw you at lunch today. you were on your phone -- never once did you put it down -- and you didn't touch a bite to eat. you just drank diet coke. that's not healthy."
once again this boy had made me absolutely speechless. how did he notice all of this? and why did he even care?
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Ashton is 22 in this. It's set in September 2016. the girl is 17.
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