"How did we end up talking in the first place? You said you liked my Cobain shirt."
He eyed her from across the bar as she swung her hair over her shoulder, smile as small as the bar itself.
"Just my usual, please, Jackson," She tells the bartender, sighing to herself. He frowns, making his way over slowly but surely.
"Can I help you?" She snaps at him, sick of all the stares from around the place.
"Sorry, just... I couldn't help but notice that you looked upset, and I was wondering if you were okay?" He squeaks out the end, making it sound like more of a question.
Her eyes soften at the hazel-eyed boy, sighing, once again.
"It's a long story, you'd probably think it's stupid," She smiles sadly.
"I have time," He states, taking a seat next to the short girl, "and I doubt I'd think it was stupid." He smiles comfortingly.
She smiles thankfully, explaining the utter annoyance about the random guys wanting to hookup and all the one night stands. "I just, I want something with feelings and-and meaning," She says, frowning down at her drink.
"That's not stupid," He starts, smiling sheepishly, "it's reassuring for guys like me who feel the same."
"Yeah?" She smiles.
"Yeah." He grins back.
He groans when his phone goes off, signalling that it's time for him to leave.
"I'm so, so sorry, I need to go," He explains, guilt written all over his face, "but, could I, maybe, have your number?" He asks, cheeks tinting with the slightest blush.
"Yeah, of course!" She exclaims happily, blushing at her outburst. "I mean, uh, yeah. I don't see why not?" She corrects herself shyly, putting her number in his phone as he does the same with hers.
"It was great to meet you, Bella." He smiles widely.
"You too, Ashton. Keep it touch, yeah?" She smiles back. He nods, making his way out of the bar.
He jumps as his phone vibrates in his pocket, smiling at the text.
Bella: By the way, I like your Cobain shirt. ;)
"Hands around my waist, you're counting up the hills across the sheets."
"Michael, stop!" She giggles as she escapes his grip, continuing to make the bed, "I need to finish this." She says, trying to act stern.
"Finish it later," He whines, grabbing her from behind once again, "I want cuddles now, baby."
"But if I finish this, we could cuddle on fresh sheets," She pouts at him.
"Babe, knowing us we'd just mess them up again anyway." He winks, smirk everpresent.
She blushes, "so?"
"So cuddle me now!" He whines more, pulling her down onto the messy sheets.
"Ugh, fine," She rolls her eyes, counting the hills on the sheets as she wraps her hands around his waist. He smiles, kissing her forehead.
"I love you, Mikey."
"I love you, too, Bella."
"She lies awake, I'm tryin' to find the words to say."
