"w-what," ashton stutters, "what are you..."
i stand up, brushing my hands off on my jeans, "um, this isn't what it looks like."
he nervously looks down at his keys, "w-why did y-you follow me?"
"long story," i say, nibbling on my lip.
ashton slowly breathes in and out, "you should go back h-home..."
a boy with messy purple and blue hair appears in front of the door. he squints at me with a smile on his face, "who'd you reel in, ashton?"
