This is sorta short sorry but the next one will be a bit longer.
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When we finally got to our town, Ashton decided to sleep at my house and we watched Disney movies until 3:30 am. We fell asleep on the couch with his arm around me, protecting me from everything and anything.
I woke up at 7:30 and decided sleeping in would only result in me sleeping until noon, so I stayed up. Being the Internet addict I was, I checked Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and Snapchat. Ashton had posted the family selfie that we had taken after eating at Red Lobster. It was only 7:37 by then, so I thought 'Why not read the comments?' Bad idea.
The first comment I read was talking about the Take Me Home Tour. A couple more were asking for follows and spams. I wrote down a few usernames for Ash to follow. Then, a slew of comments came in when I refreshed my notifications (for my selfie). Most were kind and talked a bit about my "good looks." Of course, I brushed them off, assuming they just were being nice because I knew 5 Seconds of Summer. Then, there was the occasional few that said, "go die," "uglt as shit," "whore," "slutty bitch." Wow. The negative comments really seemed to outweigh the positive ones.
So that's how I spent my morning. Crying over hate. And possibly or possibly not also cutting. Let's just say no papers were involved.
When Ashton woke up at around 10:11am, I acted fine. He asked me if I wanted to have an official first date at Olive Garden that afternoon. His morning voice was beautiful. Just saying. I said sure and we both went to get dressed to eat lunch at Olive Garden. I put on black and white floral skinny jeans with a black blouse. I wore some old Keds and my hair was in a braid.
On the way to the restaurant, Ashton and I were flashed many times. Very uncomfortable for me. When we got inside the restaurant, about 20 girls asked for a picture, signature, anything, to prove they had been in his presence. I understood, of course. I mean, I had favorite bands who I'd love to get a signature from.
I grabbed a table and waited for Ashton to come over. He walked over, smiling. His dimples were so deep and he made me smile, even though I didn't feel like it. I mean, I felt happy for him but on our first date, I'd like him to myself.
We both ordered breadsticks and salads. Whenever I looked away from the table or from Ashton's face, I saw camera flashes and camera phones pointed directly at us. "Ashton, we need to talk.." I started nervously.
"Whatever you need, baby" He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Dammit Irwin, stop making my heart melt so I can focus.
"Okay, so I went on Twitter today and started reading the comments on my profile. Tons of people commented rude and terrible things. You're only JUST getting famous. It'll only get worse..." I was going to tell him about my relapse but he cut me off.
"What the hell were you doing reading comments?!" He shouted. If everyone in the restaurant wasn't already looking at us, now they were. "People are going to try and bring you down but you can't let them have the satisfaction! You can't let them win!" This sounded like it would go well. His tone was still angry but maybe- "Youd think youd be smarter than to read the comments! Dammit Emma! Let me guess. They called you ugly and some swear words? Well guess what, honey? It's noth-"
I got up and walkdd out the door without saying anything else. I came to him for help and all that happened was I got put down again. And my my boyfriend, too. Or possibly my EXboyfriend if I have anything to say about it.
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I already know the rest of the book and if there will be a sequel or not. What do you think? Should they brake up?
