i'd never gone on a date with a boy until now.
wait-- was this a date?
or was this a 'i'm sorry i said you had small tatas here let me buy you food' kind of thing?
eventually i just got too nervous about it, and i ended up not going to the cafe. it was quite a shame though, i had dressed myself up a bit-- did my makeup and pulled half of my hair up. the way i did it made me look like a preschooler, or at least that's what my sister had told me, but i honestly didn't care.
so, i sat there in the library, chewing on the end of my pencil as i stared at some dumb sketch i made this morning. i hated it with such a burning passion and it made me feel so ashamed.
i drew a picture of that damn curly haired ashton.
i wanted to throw it away or burn it, but instead i just stared at it with such a furious passion.
"hey babe, whats that?"
oh shit.
i jumped, my pale arm covering up the facial features on the scribble. a hand was put lightly on my shoulder, fingers pressing into my flesh before the touch faded away, it's ghost brought with a warm trace still lingering on my skin. ashton loomed over me, yet still crouched down as he half paid attention to me and as well focused his view on the front desk, where the cranky librarians sat and read weird erotica novels.
"naomi, why are ya here, babe? you look stressed out. come go get some coffee with me." he chirped lightly in my ear before patting me on the back and standing up. before i could refuse or respond, even, that same bun haired lady turned and saw us. well, she more or less saw ashton, and not me. or at least, that's what i had hoped.
"you. get out of my bloody library!" the woman snapped, pointing a finger at curly before turning to me. "and you as well. get out!"
and yup, that's how i ended up in this coffee shop with ashton.
a/n: hdjsbja so my book is rated r for mentioning ... -whispers- female breasts. its the coolest thing ive ever done in my life so yep anyhow ily all lots xx
