(I know the Polaroid isn't actually Ashton okay, it was hard to find the type of picture I was looking for. Cut me some slack, k?)
This chapter is extremely short. I apologize. Hope you enjoy it anyway. Don't forget to vote/comment! Thanks a billion - Jess (:
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Friday, September 19th, 2014
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I worked all day today. Michael was in a horrible mood, and kept slamming books down on the counter when he was checking customers out. It made me nervous and jumpy
Walking the block home from the bus stop, I saw Ashton in an alley leaning against the fence smoking a cigarette. He looked older. Probably because of the stubble forming along his jawline. I nearly stopped to say something to him, but instead I used my mini Polaroid camera to take his picture.
I used my stealth mode. He didn't even know the difference.
It's on my nightstand now, beside my record player. I look at it when I play my Frank Sinatra record, because somehow the two are connected in my mind.
Not a cliché day I guess. Being a stalker isn't something that happens every day after all.
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