a.n> hmm can u guess what this chapter is about hmm hmm hmm
also note: I know ashie poo would never do this, but this is fiction, so cool ur jets
oh one more thing: whenever im editing these and there are big spaces between the bold words, idk what the fuck is happening there, but just ignore that and if you know how to fix it let me know pls coz its kinda annoying tysm u rock
Calum's POV:
(( a.n> omg wtf did i write im not sure about this oops(hi)))
I know that if Ellena were to find out about why we're even in America, Ashton should be the one to tell her since he is the reason, but since he's passed out on the couch, I nominate myself."You're shitting me right?" Denial. Of course, not her sweet and innocent Ashton.
"I wish I was, El. I really do.
"What even-"
"Can you shut up so I can tell you?" I snap, and my headache gets worse. She snaps her mouth shut, and her eyes got wide. I feel bad, so I sigh and run my face.
"Sorry, its just- sensitive topic." I apologize and she smiles, but doesn't respond.
---flashback---
3rd Person"Ashton, I don't want to have sex right now!" Leslie shouted at Ashton, who had an empty bottle in his hand. He slammed it down, the glass shattering into tiny fragments.
"You bitch. Why not?" His voice slurred, and Leslie felt like crying.
"Because I'm pregnant! Ashton, damnit, I'm pregnant and you're the dad!" Silence. Leslie always hated the silence. Her thoughts caught up with her, and she didn't really like that.
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september |a.i|
Fanfictionthis all started in september *story credit to: me* *cover credit to: me + wattpad* *people credit to: 'helena without the h'* *songs: pressure; the 1975 secrets; onerepublic