Two Is Better Than One (L.h+A.i)

Chapter 8~

Sorry, guys been a while. I've had a busy week. But I'm now out of school so expect lots of updates! ~Shari!♥

I ended up leaving Ashton's house a little before dinner. We played video games all day and listened to music. We have quiet a bit in common. We both like the same bands. I told him that I sang a lot and played guitar. Lies. He responded saying that he sang and played the drums.

He asked me if I would sing for him but I said maybe one day. He smiled and made me promise.

I feel bad now. Because I will be gone in 6 days now, and the minute I'm finally gone. I would have broken that promise. But you promises are made to be broken right?

I drove home in silence. Not wanting to listen to music. So I just drove. In complete silence and just took the time to think.

I made the final conclusion, that I may have liked Ashton. Okay fine, I did like him. Or I do. And I don't think you understand how much that scares me. Because what if he likes me, but I die and it hurts him. But of course he could never like me. I'm the definition of ugly. Broken. Waist of space. All of that crap.

So when I got home I do what I always do. I wrote.

Dear Journal,

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I know that I'm leaving in 6 days. I'll be gone and nobody will care. But I'm letting someone talk to me. I'm letting someone be friends with me. But I don't want that.

His name is Ashton.

I'll admit, yes he's cute and funny and all that. But I can't like him. I can't fall in love. And I don't want to. I don't want to hurt anyone. Even though I know I won't because nobody cares. But I don't want Ashton to want to be friends with me.

You're probably wondering what he looks like. Well he's got curly hair. Dirty blonde beautiful curls, that he wears bandannas over. And they always seem to look soft and fluffy.

Then he's got brown eyes. But not brown eyes. Their also green. There like brown but have a green tint to them. They shine bright and show happiness almost all the time.

He's got tan skin. And pink, oh so kissable lips. He's muscular and about an inch and a half taller than me. He gorgeous.

But like I said, I won't fall for him.   

They say it will get better, but in reality I doesn't get better.

6 days.
- Love, Luke

Once I was done writing, I tossed my book to the side and layed down to dream about the boy I just wrote about.

Ashton-

I couldn't stop smiling after Luke left. Its not like I was happy to have him leave its just. I mean. He adorable.

With his blonde hair, blue eyes, cute penguin obsession. I don't think I have ever met someone who had loved penguins as much as he did. It was adorable.

But of course my happiness was ruined the next day at school.