I didn't get a chance to post this chapter last week because of technical difficulties, so here it is! And this story has 300+ reads now which is totally insane! Thanks a million guys - Jess (:
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Sunday, September 28th, 2014
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Ashton called me at work today, and told me to meet him at my bus stop. I counted nearly every minute until my shift ended, and tapped my foot impatiently every time the bus made an unneeded stop.
Cliché. Very cliché.
When the bus stopped, I saw Ashton leaning against the fence post where I'd seen him smoking. His eyes looked glassy, and his hands shook, though I couldn't tell if it was the cold or his nerves causing it.
He ran to me and gave me the most enormous hug, and told me that he'd been missing me. He seemed sad, so I offered him coffee and a movie marathon at my place.
He agreed, so I pulled out cookies and coffee, and we watched some old Disney movies. I stopped paying attention because all I could focus on was his hand wrapped firmly around mine throughout the entire afternoon. I can still feel the ghost of his grasp on my palm, even though my coffee's gone cold, and he left 5 hours ago.
Cliché. For sure.
Julie came home early for once and made me go out with her to a "small" party.
Small is relatively speaking.
I spent most of it hiding in the coat closet. That's the 100% honest truth. Not a very good Sunday night for me.
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