snapshot - ashton irwin

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as soon as i saw you sitting on that park bench, i knew what i considered beauty.

 

beauty is when things are just right. exactly how they’re supposed to be, without even trying.

 

you sat with both legs curled up against your chest, and your head was buried in some sort of book. novel, sketchbook, or notebook. i had no idea.

 

your hair fell over your face and rippled in short waves around your shoulders, shielding you from the outside world.

 

take a picture of the most beautiful thing you can find.

 

and that’s when it hit me, i’d have to take a picture of you.

 

i paced in the grassy park for nearly five minutes, trying to work up the courage to ask you for a picture.

 

would you think i was a stalker?

 

your movement startled me from my thoughts, and i realized that you were packing up. as in, getting ready to leave.

 

i couldn’t let that happen, not without a picture.

 

i jogged over to your place on the park bench and tapped on your shoulder.

 

you stared up at me, your big brown eyes inviting me inside.

 

i cleared my throat and mentally prepared myself to be turned down.

“i know this is going to sound weird, but, can i get a quick picture of you?”

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hi guys this story is all starting to come together in my brain and i have it all planned out :-)

im starting an update schedule so all of my stories get updated regularly, so expect this one to be on saturdays :-)

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