A Year In Lists >> M.C

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[February 02, 2014]

It was mother fucking February and I hadn't started a single item on the list. I hadn't even worked to start doing anything on that list. Layla wouldn't let me forget it, either. Every single day it would be some subtle comment about how 'there are stray dogs that need to be tended' and 'y'know that guy that volunteers there now, Ashton, is really cute'. I knew she was trying to help me since I couldn't seem to get my lazy ass up and do it myself.

I promised myself that after school today I would go to that stupid vet's office and I would start volunteering there, whether I liked it or not.

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I took a deep breath before getting up and out of my lavender VW Bug that had been a gift from my Aunt Nina, who is also my God Mother who lives in the heart of Seattle about an hour away. It was nice because the interior smelled like actual lavender and soft, worn leather.

I wrapped my coat tighter around me after feeling the bitter cold that was normal for February. The vet's office looked nice enough on the outside, glass windows displaying what looked to be the front desk area. Paw prints were leading in circles on the glass but the thing I couldn't get over was the fact that it looked so warm inside. I hurried out of the cold and into the warm looking clinic as one last push.

The door must've had a bell on it, because a tinkling noise let out when I entered. The inside was even cuter than I could've imagined. Little paper hearts hung from the ceiling, probably in honor of Valentines Day which was coming up, along with pink and red streamers. A tall boy, probably around six foot, came out of the back room with a colossal smile on his face, dimples formed on both cheeks. His hair was a dusty brown color and as far as I could see his eyes were a light shade of green. He wore a blue polo, I guessed was the vet's shirt, and a pair of tight, black skinny jeans and all black converse. Something told me that if he had the choice, he would be wearing a black shirt instead of the navy blue polo."Hi, I'm Ashton, how can I assist you?" He asked politely, bending slightly into some sort of bow. He was definitely cute, I'd give Layla that.

"Um," I paused, momentarily forgetting the actual reason I was there. "...I was wondering if I could volunteer here? Like, I get it if you guys are full, but it's on my New Years resolution list which I haven't started at all and my best friends been on my ass about it-" I stopped suddenly, breathing in what would've been a gasp. Ashton smiled again, his dimples deepening even more than before. "Sorry, I was totally just rambling." I could feel my cheeks flush a deep red.

"It's alright." He replied good-naturedly. "We're actually hiring for another assistant right now, which is my job, so if you applied you'd be my partner in crime." He smiled coyly and I laughed. Even though I had just met Ashton, I instantly became comfortable around him. He had some sort of nurturing vibe to him. "You should apply," He loudly whispered towards me, his large hands covering a side of his mouth, as if to hide what he was saying from the cat who was sleeping in the corner.

"Um, yeah, I guess I will then," I replied, still fumbling for words near this boy. Ashton smiled again, a look of satisfaction creeping over his face.

"Just fill it out right now," He said, handing me a pen and paper, "And I'll turn it into the boss and put in a good word!" I smiled and took the pen from him.

I was halfway through filling it out when he spoke again. "You're friends with Layla, right?" I looked up to find his expression slightly bashful. I nodded and then continued with the form. He scratched the back of his hair, which looked brighter under the harsh tone of the flourescent lights. "Um, well I was wondering- My friends, my band actually, we're having a get together over at my friend Mikey's house, and I, uh, wanted to know if both of you would want to come?" It'd taken him longer to say that sentence than it should've, but I forgave him because of my rambling sentences earlier.

"Mikey...?"

"Oh, Clifford. Calum and Luke will be there too." He had moved on from scratching his hair to his shoulder now and his t-shirt sleeve was pulled up to reveal a toned bicep.

"I mean, I'd have to talk to Layla of course, but I'm sure we can stop by." I smiled as I scribbled my signature on the last line of the form.

"Great. Awesome!" Ashton exclaimed, taking the paper as I handed it to him, gathering my things up and heading towards the door.

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Layla agreed to go, especially after I told her Ashton totally had the hots for her. She didn't even react when I told her except for one of her all-knowing smiles. It was 6:30 when I got a text from a number I didn't know.

Unknown:

hey if you want to come over now we have pizza (:

its ashton btw (;

I added him to my contacts and replied with a quick 'be there in ten'. A moment later he texted another smiley face and Michaels address.

Layla and I loaded into my car and turned up the volume on whatever All Time Low song was playing at the moment and sang along. I hoped that tonight's result was exactly what I was looking for when I created the list in the first place.

(A/N) hi hoped y'all liked this!

this is what Harpers car looks like :-)

Next chapter is when they meet all the boys

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HAVE A GREAT DAY YALL!!