its just u and ur ex talking.
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I dressed up, like how I dressed when I go out with Ashton. I looked at the bathroom door and wondered if I should meet him. He was so cute, and the best I ever had. He mean alot. I wiped away a tear streaming down my eye that ruins the make up and drove to starbucks.
Personally, I still like him. Even if Ashton do things with others or being a douchebag sometimes. He was waiting outside the place, wearing the one he also wore when we met.
"Hi..." I said awkwardly. Ashton smiled widely as I spoke. "Why did you called me?"
"Can we talk?" He asked.
"We are already talking." I giggled.
"You always do that" He smiled. We walked inside Strabucks and sat at the corner table while drinking latte. Then it started raining. It was exactly what happened the day we first dated.
"So.." I said, finishing the last sip of the coffee. "What now?"
Ashton sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Ashton..." I know that we're going to talk about this again. "I told you not to talk about this."
"I'm sorry, because I hate this coffee." He laughed. I stepped on his foot underneath the table.
"Fuck you!" I said, in a loud tone. Some people looked at us but I never mind. "Can we talk at the car? I swear to god, be serious or you're wasting these minutes."
So we entered the van. I started it and sighed. "Why are we here?"
"Because I want you." Ashton replied, looking at the American Apparel store. "Just you."
"Oh really?" I scoffed. "Because you wasted thirty minutes, I gave up Michael and Calum for you and your stupid 'date' "
"But El...." Ashton trailed off.
"Michael calls me El, not you." I said.
"Okay, Eleanor. E-l-e-a-n-o-r. I just wanted to say you're my everything, you are my one and only, I want you back, I still love you." He said. I let out a big sigh and rolled my eyes. I never believe he loved me or stuff like that, or saying those words. Then he started crying.
"Ashton, don't cry." I tried convincing him.
"Eleanor, why?" He sniffed.
" Eleanor why? Ashton, how many times did I tell you, I. don't. love. you. Can you get over it? we're over. That's what you said. You don't actually mean it. You just want my body. Not me." I paused. I know I crossed the line. I know those words hurted him. "Get out of my car, Ashton."
"Eleanor..." He says, not leaving.
"I said, Get. Out. Of. My. Car.!" I yelled, causing to accidentally honk the car. He got out, and I drove away. It hurted him, and me. Istopped at the red light and looked at his seat. Ashton left a CD he made.
Listen when ur sad xxx
And a note:
i still love u and ur smile and ur laugh and the shitty things u do and ur imperfections. bye.
So I listened to the playlist. My favorite song, Asleep by The Smiths came first. I cried as I drove back to Michael's flat. I wiped my tears, although it is obvious that I cried because of the reddishness in my eyes and the make up being smudged.
"Michael!" I yelled ask I banged the door loudly. He stumbled down the stairs and opened the door.
"For fucks sake, What happened?" Michael asked anxiously. He looked at my face, at the smudged eyeliner and the red eyes. "Did he hit you?"
"No." I said, trying to wipe off the make up. "goddammit, is Calum here?"
"Upstairs, with his girl." He smirked. We entered inside and drank the bottle of beer. I opened the TV and sighed.
"I fucking hate him." I said, trying to finish the tenth bottle.
"El, s-stop it." Michael says as he tries to get the bottle away. "Th-thats too much."
"I want to!" I protested as I opened the eleventh and last bottle. "I want to drink!"
"Why?"
"I'm messed up. I don't know why. Here I am, crying at a stupid guy who thinks he care. I know it's crazy. I'm insane. I-" Then he cut it off with a hard kiss. Then I can feel his hands moving away from my neck down to my shirt then pulling it up, leaving me only in a black lace bra.
"Babe, you look so cool." He smiles. I stopped crying and get off him. I put on my shirt and went upstairs. I saw them, Calum and a girl, making out at the bed.
"Whoa..." I muttered as I slowly close the door. Although, they didn't noticed me. Michael was still downstairs, shirtless and only in his snapback.
"Hey, El" He says.
"What?"
"Cuddle me up you little shit." Michael pouted. I walked silently downstairs and sat again at the couch. I closed the lights and cuddled him all night.
No sex. Just sleep.
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i tried making it long enough (but still not as long as cal's pal) and yea sorry its moody as fuck.
Peace out
