*Miranda's P.O.V*I wake up the next morning. Wow I slept through one whole afternoon and night. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes and see that I am in my room at Samantha's house.
How did I get up here? Lilly! Oh my gosh. She just ran across my mind. Where is she. Is she ok? I fell asleep before she came home yesterday. I didn't expect to be sleeping thus long. Shit!
Ashton wasn't even home. Did she eat? Oh no. What kind of babysitter am I?
I jumped out of bed and barges inti Lilly's room. She wasn't there and her bed was made with toys all over the floor. The clock on her bedside table read 7:34 a.m. Where could she be so early? On a Saturday!I was losing my mind and as I turned to leave the room I saw a sleepy looking Ashton lean against the door frame. He has on only a pair of underpants and I couldn't take my eyes off his gloriousness.
"What's all the noise for?" he asked as he yawned and rubbed his eye. "Where is Lilly?" I asked getting back to the matter at hand. "She went over to a friend's house for the weekend" he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, thank gosh" I said as I sighed with relief. He was looking at me and I started to feel self conscious. "What is it?" I asked a bit rudely but I didn't mean for it to come out that way.
He looked to my eyes and said nothing before walking away. I followed behind him and tapped his shoulder. He turned towards me and looked down on me, due to our height difference. "Yes?" he asked.
"When you came back yesterday, where was I?" I asked. "On the couch" he said with a straight face. "You brought me to my room?" I asked, awaiting his answer. "Yes" he said, very nonchalantly I might add.
"Oh" I said to my self and he started to walk away. "I need to ask you something" I said causing him to stop and turn around again. He had an annoyed expression on his face and this only ignited the anger in me.
"Why did you hit Bradley yesterday?" I asked with a harsh tone of voice. His eyes opened wide in what it seemed like shock before he quickly regained his composure and sombered up.
"Why?" he questioned and I asked "What is wrong with you. You can't just go beating up someone because you hate me" I said to him and this made him get angry for what reason, I have no clue. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked in a low tone of voice, almost like a growl.
I was almost intimidated by him but I stood my ground. "Bradley said you beat on him because him and I were friends and apparently you said it was bad for your reputation" I shouted in his face.
He muttered something under his breath and stormed off into his room before slamming he door. "What have I ever done to make you hate me this much?!" I shouted at his door and after a while I heard him stomp over to it and opened it.
My eyes were filled with water but I refused to let them fall. Why was I crying? Him saying that just made me question my belonging in this world. I don't feel like I belong. I feel like I belong with my parents.
"Miranda I" he said but as he saw my eyes he softened and had a look of hurt in his eyes. "Just never mind. I'll stop talking to your people" I said and went to my room and closed the door before I went over to my bag and got my picture of my parents.
The tears finally fell as I went and sat on my bed. The smile on my mothers face as she held me in her arms and my father crying with tears of joy. This was a picture in the hospital room right after my birth. My mother died a day after I was born, due to some problems with the delivery.
I never knew her, I killed my mother. I cried even harder and laid my head on the pillow, holding the picture frame to my heart.
Knock knock knock! "Miranda" he said and continued to knock. I shut out his calling and cried and cried until finally I fell asleep.
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*Ashton's P.O.V*
I can't believe I made her cry. I didn't intend to. Why would Bradley say that to her. She hates me now. I walk up to her room but she locked the door. I knock. "Miranda" but she doesn't answer.
I continue to knock on her door and I listen and hear her silent sobs. This is all my fault. I slide down and lean on the door. It is pretty early and I was still tired so I ended up falling asleep against her door.
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*Miranda's P.O.V*
I woke up at noon. I sat up slowly as I took a deep breath. My stomach rumbled and I got up to put away the picture of my parents. I go into my bathroom and take a long shower.
I try to wash away the sad feeling and even sang while I took my shower. Afterwards I put on a black ripped jeans, blue tank top and tied a black cardigan around my waist. I put my hair into a ponytail and my black flats.
After I put on some lip gloss I went and opened the door. To my surprise a sleeping Ashton fell inwards with a loud thud. I screamed in surprise and he woke up startled.
He rubbed his head and stood to his feet. He smiled at me and I frownedfrowned. "I'm sorry" he said as he rubbed his nape. "For? Doesn't count if you don't mean it" I said to him and I walked pass him.
"Look Miranda, I really am sorry and I did not say that about you to Bradley" he told me. "Then why would he say something like that?" I asked and he didn't answer. "That's what I thought" I said as I descended the stairs.
He came behind me and said "Look you gotta believe me. I did not say that". "Then why did you hit him?" I asked him. "I can't exactly tell you but just believe me. I don't know why he would say that" he said and then he muttered under his breath.
"Anyway. Your mom told me to go grocery shopping and I was wondering if you could take me to the store. I really don't wanna take the bus" I told him. "So we're friends now?" he asked with a smirk.
"Never mind then" I told him and proceeded to make myself breakfast.
"I'm kidding" he said and left me in he kitchen. Oh well.****************
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