seven days a week

one

⇝Reese

"ouch!" I exclaim.

I run my singed hand under sink. the cold water relieves the burning sensation but leaves a throbbing feeling. this is what I get for trying to bake cookies for his mother's foundation.

"shit, are you okay?" Ashton rushes to aid me.

I chuckle, "i'm fine, really I think I'll live,"

he's always been so caring, which I've admired of him since the very day I met him.

I actually remember the day I met him very clearly, even though it was so long ago. about twelve years to be exact. one of my days attending kindergarten began with some simple crafts. this involved us having to cut out decorative snowflakes to hang in our classroom to celebrate the winter season. let me tell you, even the 'safety' scissors for children were very dangerous. I managed to snip off a piece of skin which led to some blood spillage, not much, but enough to set off a five year old. I cried my eyes out as the little boy next to me volunteered to escort me to the nurses office. 

"you'll be okay don't worry," he smiled and grabbed my unharmed hand.

"thanks," I returned the smile.

"what's your name?" he asked.

"Reese. whats yours?" I questioned while wiping away a salty tear.

"Ashton."

"I like that name."

"thanks I like yours too."

"thanks. we should be friends."

"that's a good idea."

simple, but he definitley left an impression on me, considering I spent the next twelve years by his side.

* * *

"there, all wrapped up." he says as he sticks the bandage on the small burn.

he keeps my hand and lays a kiss on top of the band-aid.

"fuck off," I tug my hand away, laughing.

he giggles, "what? didn't it make you feel better?"

I mockingly bat my eyelashes, "a hundred times."

he takes the last rack of cookies in the oven out.

"a little burnt, but they'll do." he states.

I examine the over-done cookies.

I scoff, "I can't sell these."

"don't worry, we still have some left."

"no I want the sale to do well, so I'll make more."

I reach for the mixing bowl.

"Reese..."

"I want to, so let me." I smile.

he nods in approval and gives me a pat on the arm. he grabs a cookie and bites into it.

"they do taste good though." he hums.

* * *

the bake sale was an absolute success and I couldn't wait to share the news with Ashton. he was supposed to attend and help sell, but he never showed up.

"Reese!" he exclaims, rushing down the hall.

"hey!" I cling my arms around him.

"I'm sorry I missed it I was finishing a test-"

 "sh," I hushed him, "guess how much."

"tell me." he kept his hands on my shoulder.

I bit my lip, "four-hundred including donations."