SORRY IF THIS IS A LITTLE SHORT. I HAD 4 PAGES BEFORE, BUT I GUESS IT DIDNT SAVE SO I HAD TO REWRITE HALF OF IT AND IT IS 1:03AM BUT I HAD TO FINISH BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER
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The ride home was slower than I expected. My brother wouldn't stop talking about how great he did and my parents would feed into it, agreeing with absolutely everything. All that was running through my mind was Ashton. Ashton, Ashton, Ashton, was all I could think. Why was this boy in my head? After all, I had only dated a guy once and I didn't really like him. I never really got crushes, so this was unusual. My parents noticed my silence and I told them I was tired, waving off possibilities of me not feeling well.
When we got home, I went into my bedroom which was practically my shelter, my hideaway. I sound like a vampire, but it was true that I was a tiny bit antisocial. I had friends, of course, but over the summer, my friends all had either vacation or ignored me. I didn't know why. I pulled out my iPod, putting my earbuds in. I flopped onto my bed, remembering the rush I was in earlier, not being able to make my bed then. I layed on my back, feeling the silky covers against my skin.
I put my iPod on shuffle, only to skip every song. I got to my favorite song finally, and turned up the volume to drown out life for 3:09 minutes with Selena Gomez's song, My Dilemma. (Check it out...the lyrics are so cool!) I didn't realize until the chorus that it perfectly described my relationship with Ashton. I switched the song quickly, not wanting to be reminded of the eccentric boy. It didn't help. He swirled around in my head every second of Read My Mind, every second of Welcome to the Black Parade. Every second, Ash was swirling around in my head. I went downstairs to socialize, to maybe get rid of the thoughts of Ashton.
The moment my warm, bare feet touched the cold, wooden floor of the downstairs living room, I heard an unmistakable, dreadful, heart sinking noise. A giggle, a laugh, a chuckle that belonged to the one who wouldn't leave my thoughts. A giggle that sounded like a girl's laugh, that really was owned by the eccentric boy I met at the game.
I turned around quickly, hoping to get up the stairs before being seen, but then I heard the same noise I had heard earlier. I heard Ashton shouting "HIIIII" at the top of his lungs.
I clenched my jaw and said "Hi Ashton. " it came out harsher than I had expected. I didn't want to be downstairs any longer if Ashton was. I ran up the stairs as if something was chasing me. It turns out that something was chasing me because when I reached out to put my hand on the doorknob to to door of my bedroom, someone gently touched my arm, stopping my from continuing to open my door.
"Emma?" Ashton asked. Hope for an answer was among his voice.
"Yes?" I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic because I still felt bad about sounding cold earlier. I turned around to face him, voth of our green eyes making contact for a brief second before I looked away.
"Are you mad at me? You're acting like I killed your cat or something.." he sounded really upset. How could I tell him ? How do you tell someone that you like them?
"Nope I'm not mad at you! Just.." I added the last part by accident. I wish I didn't though.
"Just what? Did I hurt you, embarrass you? What?" He asked, sounding eager, but hurt. He sort of hurt me, but it was more like I'm-blind-in-my-head-and-all-i-can-see-is-you hurt.
"No you didn't hurt me. I'm just tired! That's all, just tired!" I excliamed, thinking I was smart and clever. I soon realized that was a dumb excuse and save and I needed to get over this boy because I could guarantee that I'd be seeing him in his house, even after the baseball season was over.
"Okay," he responded. He sounded unsatisfied and worried but he was a little more happy than when we started talking. He smiled and bounced down the stairs on two feet, like a kangaroo.
I laughed silently and went back to my music. This would be a long summer.
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AND ALSO, SOME PEOPLE HAVE ASKED IF 5SOS ARE FAMOUS IN HERE YET, AND THEY ARE NOT. THAT WILL ACTUALLY BE IMPORTANT IN THE STORY (AS OF MY THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW)
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