dear mr. big shot,
today i saw you in the hallway. you were laughing with Calum and Luke while Michael made a joke. I remember the 5 of us would do that a lot. But you made eye contact with me and immediately looked away. My mom has been asking if you were my friend still. I told her no. For the first time in a long time, I didn't lie to her.
She wants me to act mature because of the new baby coming. I won't be mature and honestly I have no clue why I'm telling you this. Not like you even care. Remember that time when you called me at 3 in the morning and told me it's good to be alive? I think you were drugged, and you know what I hope you weren't so don't have an excuse to get away with what you did.
Homecoming is just around the corner and there have been rumors that you're going to ask Ashley Donovan. It's probably going to be extravagant just like you make everything else. And it's fine. We're still young, we're allowed to go all out for people who won't give a shit about us in 5 years. But wouldn't it be weird to have it be, "Ashton and Ashley."? Not like I give a shit. Cause I don't. I promise you I don't, and I promise you I'm lying.
-becca
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mr. big shot
Fanfiction"dear mr. big shot, even though i know i shouldn't have i thought about you every night this week."
