My second day of school, all morning I had been looking around for Ashton. Ignoring all my 'new school rules', I looked for him in every crowded hallway I turned.
Entering the library for my free period, I had hoped I would find Ashton again there.
I found the book that I started reading before I was interrupted and sat down where I was yesterday.
I opened the book to the first page since i hadn't read anything yesterday and started reading.
I liked going to be alone in the library when no one was there. I found the silence comforting and relaxing. Being alone was always something that I usually enjoyed.
That was until I met Ashton. Today I had hoped not to be alone and that Ashton would pull out the chair in front of me and sit down again.
"Taylor!" I looked up after I read the first paragraph watching him enter from a door in the back that I had no idea where it lead to.
"I've been looking for you." Ashton sat down across from me like he had the day before. I smiled at the thought of him looking for me. Showing me he cared and wanted to spend time with me, something that was never put into my mind from anyone else I had became friends with in any other school i'd went to.
"You found me," I signed and looked back down to my book.
"Tell me about yourself Taylor." Ashton said obviously not getting the fact that I kind of wated him to leave me alone so I could read.
"Um, my name is Taylor, I'm new here," I trailed off and closed the book again.
"Tell me something I don't already know about you." He pushed the book across to the un-occupied side of the table we were sharing.
"I'm 17 and my mom works for this company and they relocate her a lot so we move, a lot, my dad is dead, I don't have any siblings, and my favorite color is purple." I spoke in one breath.
"How did your dad die?" He cocked his head to the side and asked.
"He was in a car accident when I was 9, I was in the car with him. He died and I lived." I said avoiding eye contact.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's fine, I've gotten over it." I said quickly, swallowing the lummp in my throat and blinking away the tears already starting to form in my eyes, "Tell me about you now."
"My name is Ashton Irwin, I am also 17, I live with my mom, little sister and brother and I play the drums."
"And you sing." I told him.
"No, I don't sing," He said
"Yes you do, I heard you singing yesterday and you were really good!" I argued.
"Okay fine, I do sing, but I'm not that good."
"Whatever," I shrugged giving up the argument and grabbing the book once again.
"No, no," He pushed it away once more, "We're still getting to know each other." Ashton said and pushed aside any distractions between us such as my book and our backpacks.
"Fine, what do you want to know" I asked.
"Um," He paused to think, "Why do you and your mom have to move around so much? Have you always moved around?" He asked.
"I grew up in New York, like two hours away from the city and the company my mom works for has offices all over the country, so after my dad died the position she had didn't make enough money for the both of us and so her boss gave her a promotion that would make her more money,"
