just another fangirl {a.i}

20th

I peacefully woke up to Twenty One Pilots playing on my phone as I yawned with my arms stretched out. My newly dyed purple hair was combed up in a very (unintentionally) messy bun, and I sighed as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. As I reached for a wide-toothed comb, I had a feeling that I was forgetting something important. I always feel like that as I am very forgetful, so I decide to ignore it.

Before I can manage to tackle a single curl, I hear my ringtone interrupt "Car Radio" (TØP song). I usually hate calling people, but since this is Ashton I make an exception.

"Heyy Ashley, guess what today is..." Ashton spoke excitedly. "I don't know, National Sandwich Day?'' I replied nonchalantly, my relaxed tone not quite matching his excited, high energy voice.

He quickly drew in a sharp breath and exclaimed: "Seriously?? Okay, I'll give you a hint. 20TH!!!" "20th? What the hell? I don't get it" I questioned, examining my chipped, old dark nail polish.

"Ashley. Age. Alive. Year. Birth. Death. Young Adult." Ashton said impatiently

"What-" I cut myself off.

"Wait, is it May 25th? I didn't check the date... Is it my 20th birthday? Yeah, it's my 20th birthday. Awesome." I said happily.

"Yes... And, I have something amazing planned. Formal wear, I'll pick you up at 5:30 pm, can't wait." He said

"Oh...I have to get ready...bye!!"

I rushed to my dressing table and laid out all my makeup on the table. 'What the fùck am I supposed to do with all this?' 'I am literally clueless when it comes to makeup.'

I sighed in exasperation. An idea popped into my head. Perhaps risky, but I was desperate. I eyed my phone, and a familiar sinking feeling returned.

Should I call her?

Should I give her a second chance?

She was nice when we dated, she should be nice now.

(a/n yes, she. Ashley is bisexual. )

fück it, I'm gonna do it.

She said that we could still be friends.

I could hear my heart beat as I found her number saved in my phone, although I memorized it by heart while we dated.

"Ashley? Is it you?" I forgot how her voice sounded, but as soon as she said my name all the memories came flooding back to me.

"Ashley?" She repeated. I wanted to reply, but it was as if my lips were stapled together.

"Um- hey Emma. How's it going" I said, struggling to sound normal

"Oh, thank god you finally answered. I'm fine, how are you? I heard that you're dating the Ashton boy, from 5SOS? I think he's really cute, by the way." She said happily. Emma was very cheery no matter what problem or whatever the situation was around her. I missed that positivity in my life.

"Yeah, I am dating him. He's also really sweet, I feel really lucky." I said naturally, I've become used to saying the exact same thing when someone asks me about him.

"That's awesome! Enough about the guy, tell me how are you handling all of this."

"Well, to be honest-" I paused

I can trust Emma.

"I love Ashton and everything, but I'm not used to all of this public attention. I got verified on Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat last week! The thing is, a lot of people hate me. They don't even know me! How can someone make assumptions based on someone they don't even know?!" I ranted to Emma, it was nice to talk to her again. She's very positive, helpful and understanding.