Ash Mitchell is a 17 year old GIRL who deals with many mental health issues. With her mother taken away from her at a young age she went into a dark state. Not wanting to deal with her bullshit, her father sent her away to an academy on the other si...
I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to clear my vision. I tried to get up but something was holding me down. Dylan's arm was wrapped around my waist. I raised my brow. Well this is weird. I noticed that my leg was over his waist. I slowly moved my leg off his waist and slipped my way out of his hold. I got off his bed and looked at him.
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A smile formed on my face as I watched him look for me in his sleep. He then grabbed the pillow and hugged it. I shook my head and walked out the room. I walked down the hallway and walked into my room. I walked in my closet I grabbed an outfit and then I walked to my restroom.
I stripped off my shorts and tank top that I changed into before falling asleep on Dylan's bed. After talking we decided to watch a movie. I took off my makeup and changed and then we watched the movie. I guess we fell asleep....again.
I got in the shower and after a good twenty minutes I got out. I dried my body and then I blow dried my hair. I then put this on:
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I left my wavy hair down. I then put on light makeup and took care of my higiene. Once I finished getting ready I walked out of my room. I walked down the hallway and bumped into something very hard. I fell to the ground and looked up. Dylan stood over me and laughed.
"It's not funny," I growled. He shook his head and picked me up.
"Then why am I laughing?"
I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs. He followed. He had a pair of black jeans. Cuffed at the bottom and a black fitted T-shirt. To finish it all off he had a denim jacket that I gave him for his 18th birthday and some classic black and white high top chucks. He looked really nice.
"You want to go skate?" He asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," I smirked.
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After eating breakfast we left. We decided to skate to the beach. Just as we turned the corner from his block I remembered that I had forgotten my wallet. I knew if I told him then he would just offer to pay for my food or for whatever I wanted but I hate when he pays for me. I could already hear him say "Ash money isn't an issue. I got it. It's not a problem." I. Hate. It. So I decided to say something else.
