Tattler || 5sos

Seventeen

            ~Emery~

            Two days passed, and I could almost pretend that nothing was wrong. I started painting again, Ashton made pancakes both mornings, and we remembered to close the curtains.

            I wake up before Ashton, and am craving Starbucks. "Ash," I whisper. He groans and peeks one eye open at me. "I'm going to run to Starbucks, do you want anything?"

            "I love you too," he mumbles. I laugh and kiss him quickly before going to change.

            It's chilly outside, so I button up my coat and stuff my hands in my pockets. Starbucks isn't far from my apartment, I know the people that are in there every morning. That's why I'm surprised to walk in and see no one in the coffee shop but a man reading the newspaper. I go up to the counter and order a plain latte. I stay standing at the counter while I wait, listening to the mellow music playing. My eyes wander back to the man sitting at the table, and when he sets down his newspaper I nearly scream. It's the man from the café. I swallow hard and stare at my feet.

            I hear footsteps, and glance up to see the man at the counter again, saying something to the barista. The barista nods and goes back to fixing my drink. As the man turns, he nods to me, his eyes hovering over me until he leaves the shop. I breathe out in relief. The barista finishes my drink, and I thank him. And I throw it away the minute I'm outside the door, too paranoid to take even one sip.

            I hurry home, with the sinking suspicion that I'm being watched. And this time it's not paranoia.

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            When I finally get up to the apartment, I lean against the closed door and take a deep breath. It's no coincidence, I know that much.

            "There you are!" Ashton steps into the hallway, a streak of flour on his cheek. I walk over to him. He leans down like he's going to kiss me, only to flick flour in my face. I gasp, startled.

            "No you didn't!" I laugh, pulling off my jacket.

            "Oh yes, I did," He pecks me on the cheek and runs back into the kitchen. I follow him, sprinkling flour in his hair as I come up behind him. He turns around, a grin on his face. "Emery Baker, you just started a war!" He throws a fistful of flour at me and runs behind the counter. I scream and throw some into his face. It goes back and forth until He cracks an egg over my head, and I do the same. He catches my arm as I try and flee.

            "This is a good look for you," he says looking me over. I purse my lips.

            "I could say the same for you, but then I'd be lying," I scrunch up my nose. He stares at me for a moment before pulling me against him and kissing me hard. I pull back, my arms locked around his neck.

            "You taste like flour," I laugh. Ashton grins, looking at my lips.

            "I think we need a shower."

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            I had forgot about the man until I got dressed again, and was sitting on the couch, my legs in Ashton's lap.

            "Oh, I meant to tell you about what happened at Starbucks," I said, muting the TV. Ashton looked over at me, his eyes wide. Just then my phone buzzed. I reached over and looked at the screen. It was a picture.

            Of Ashton and I sitting on the couch right now.

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