Her Given (Editing)

Chapter 16 - Publicly Personal Poems

A/N: This is just a disclaimer; there will be kind of a lot of poetry in this chapter. So if you get bored by that sort of thing, then don't read it. Because I know that some people aren't fans of poetry. Personally, I love it, and I wanted to dedicate at least part of a chapter to it. Although, I do think this chapter is worth the read. Because there's also some important things that'll pop up in later chapters. So if you do decide to skip ahead, then don't say I didn't warn you. Alright, that's it. I love you all, and enjoy the chapter...

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Avelyn's POV

We're still entranced in each other's eyes, Ashton and I. And soon, as if coming to his senses and realizing we've just been staring at one another, Ashton speaks up - breaking us out of our reverie.

"T-that was..." he begins, but he seems to be at a loss for words.

"Amazing," I finish for him.

"Did you feel it too?" He asks. I nod, knowing exactly what he's referring to.

"Fireworks." Is my one-word answer. He blushes and casts his eyes to the floor bashfully.

"I hate to ruin the mood guys, but what the hell just happened?" Cole's voice interrupts.

"Just wait, dude. You'll see," Ashton chuckles.

"Alright," Xavier starts, clapping his hands to get our full attention. "As much as I loved the show, I think it's time to get all of our homework and shit done. Are you sure you're alright, Avelyn?"

I nod and glance over at Ashton while I answer. "Couldn't be better." His cheeks turn even more red, and I'm shocked that finally I'm the one making them blush. I'm quite likening this new, confident me.

After that, we did our homework. I chose that time to work on my poem a little, too. It may be a little depressing. But hey, no one ever said life was full of sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes things go to shit, and people feel pain. So, that's exactly what I decided to write about. When we were finished, we decided to order some pizzas. Considering we never got the chance to actually eat ours before I decided to have a fricken panic attack.

'Way to go.' I internally roll my eyes.

Regardless, the pizza was amazing. And once we fulfilled everything that needed done, we went to bed. The boys ended up. sleeping with me again. Though, it didn't take much convincing them. I think they were still on edge and slightly wary from when I had my panic attack. Also, though I'd never confront them about it, I'm pretty sure they liked the feeling of us all sleeping together.

But I'm not complaining about it at all; I love it too, and I hate the feeling of sleeping alone. Especially after I got a taste at what it felt like to share a bed with people who care about me and vice versa.

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The next few days went by very quickly. I hadn't even noticed that it was almost Friday until the day was upon us. Throughout the week, I got to spend more time with my boys. I learned even more about them than before. And with each new added piece of information, I grew that much more attached.

Cole's middle name is Christopher, he loves the color purple, and one of his favorite things to do is play video games with his brothers. He's the clown of the bunch, always wanting to brighten someone's day by making them smile and laugh. Though I already knew that, it's still something that he never fails to do and surprise me with. Cole's my goofball.

Then there's Ashton. See, I already knew he gave off the bad boy kind of vibe, but he never fooled me; I know he just wants someone to love and to be loved. Though I did learn that his favorite color is red, his middle name is Mark, and suprisingly enough, he loves to draw. He showed me some of his pieces, and I have to say, they're beautiful. I would have never expected him to be into something like that, but I've learned to not judge a book by its bad-boy-cover. Ashton's my artist.