Cliché // a.i.

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Wednesday, September 17th, 2014

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I wore bright red lipstick to math today, just to see what Ashton would say.

He wasn't in class. I tried my best not to think about it too much, but that didn't work. I couldn't focus if I didn't have him there to distract me and then fill in my notes for me.

Cliché, okay, and also slightly obsessive. But whatever.

After I had picked up an extra shift at work, ridden the bus home, cleaned my half of the dorm, taken a shower, and was cuddled all comfy cozy in my bed, I decided to call Ashton and ask where he was today.

He answered, and reassured me with a shaky voice that everything was alright, he just got sidetracked.

How did he manage to get sidetracked from a once a week class?

I asked if he was alright, and he said he was fine, he just "really wanted to see me right now."

I told him not to be a tease, and pretended to hang up, but he pleaded so desperately for me to stay on the line that I couldn't possibly deny him. He asked for another story, "a real one this time."

I told him about a little girl falling in love with a little boy.

Cliché.

He asked why it seemed familiar, and just told him "it may be loosely based on real people."

He said "I wouldn't mind if it was."