snapshot - ashton irwin

/ eight

“are you hungry?” i asked. “i know a little salad shop down the street, there’s this sitting area where i could snap a few pictures of you.”

 

you nodded eagerly, and i shifted the truck into reverse, to get out of my parking spot.

 

“wait!” you almost yelled, causing me to jump.

 

“jesus, what?” i asked, stopping the car.

 

“we need different clothes, i can’t dress the same in every picture.” you said, like it was obvious.

 

honestly, i probably should know this considering photography was what i wanted to do for the rest of my life.

 

“you’re right,” i nodded. “where’s your house?”

 

minutes later, we were parked in front of your apartment.

 

you told me to wait in the car and you would go grab all of the outfits. i told you that we’d need about 5.

 

and to bring a dress and heels.

 

i waited for a while, and then i saw you running down the stairs, a pile of multicolored fabric in your arms.

 

you got into the car, and shoved it all into the back seat, breathing hard.

“got everything?”

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duh ashton don't you know aNYTHING