Abby's p.o.v
When my eyes opened I could see a hazy image of Ashton's shirt against my face. His arms were around me and my leg was across his. I was warm and felt so safe and comfortable. I didn't want to leave this position.
A few minutes pasted and I watched his eyes flutter open.
"Good morning my dorky prince," I smiled and he laughed lightly.
"Did my princess sleep well last night?" He asked in a raspy morning voice.
"Not really, but it was better with you here," I replied.
I looked at the clock. It was 8:30.
"I guess it's too late to go to school anyways," I said, relieved.
"What a shame," Ashton said sarcastically.
"I never want to go back. I never want to leave youtube. I never want to leave you," I mumbled, still waking up.
"You don't have to. I'm sure one day something will come and break us apart, but the feelings will never leave. I will always love you. I'll always come back," he told me as though he knew something.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"I'll tell you another time. Not now," he answered.
I just shrugged it off my shoulders.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"I'm planning on a nice breakfast, some drumming, and a lot of Netflix," he said.
"Sounds good to me," I smiled. I love lazy days, almost as much as him.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked.
"Sure, why not?" I replied.
"Would you help me write a song? I need some more inspiration you know?" He asked.
"I would love to. I'm not an expert song writer, but it sounds like fun," I replied.
My heart warmed up to the thought of writing a song for 5 seconds of summer. It was an honor.
End of Chapter 34
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Skinny Love
أدب الهواة(n.) when two people love each other, but are too shy to admit it, yet they show it anyway Ashton and Abby were opposites. They never dared to ruin the reputation of her popularity. But deep down, are they really that different? All he wants is to s...
