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Are you kidding me this deleted itself again I hate wattpad.
I spent the rest of that Friday afternoon just like I expected many other girls my age would've spent it. Dancing around in next to no clothes.
The difference was that while they were out clubbing and getting drunk, I was dancing around in my room to old songs from High School Musical and Hannah Montana. While they were in their short tight, low cut dresses, I was in my panties and an oversized tshirt which I often wore to bed. While they were tipsy from vodka shots, I was drunk off Ashton Irwin.
He was the one. He was the one to blame for me dancing around pant-less in my room to We're All in this Together and The Best of Both Worlds. I was, of course particularly pleased about the kiss we had shared behind the water tank, but even more so about the kiss he had placed on my cheek on the bus. The way he ran back up the aisle between the seats just for that.
It set me in this infatuated sort of state like I had taken Love Potion. Ashton didn't need to sneak Love Potion into my morning pumpkin juice, he just need to kiss my cheek or hold my hand or wear those freaking glasses and giggle. Okay yeah, I watched too much fantasy but still I really, really liked him.
I wasnt, of course, in love. But I was in love with the way he made me feel. He wasn't even my boyfriend. Yet. Hopefully at least, as long as Ashton didn't have other plans.
I hoped one day that I could fall for him, as long as he fell for me too.
I dedicated my weekend to studying and going to find a part time job. I made up a résumé and applied at countless places including McDonald's, the fish and chip store down the road, a cáfe up the street, a dodgy Asian-owned corner store, clothing stores, anywhere I could think of. That took up much of my Saturday morning. I spent the afternoon studying and catching up on some tv series I had been missing.
On Sunday my mum and dad wanted to go into the city altogether. It took them some bribing but eventually they got me to go to lunch with them and see the ballet in the city.
"Are you still going to be a ballerina sweetheart?" my mum had whispered to me during the performance.
"Mum, that was when I was twelve." I rolled my eyes. Mum never really sat and talked to me and when she did I tried to get away as quickly as I could. She didn't know me at all, still thought of me as a little girl. I could probably have a baby and she wouldn't notice.
After the city outing on Sunday, I participated in what was the first at least half social event all weekend. Sophia, Leigh and I finally did that group skype chat we had been planning. It was the first time I'd heard Leigh's voice for a while. We had chatted on the phone when I first moved here but she was always so busy with a Little Mix I didn't get to speak with her often.
We all chatted for hours and hours. There was laughter, there were stories, there was crying. Crying for several reasons actually. The prime one being that Leigh's band met One Direction. Leigh being almost as obsessed at Soph and I, said that the other girls were all chill but she was crying as soon as she found out they'd be at the same function as her. Apparently the two bands were becoming quite close now.
"Are you kidding me, what the hell." I said for the thousandth time. "You have to get us to meet them!"
"I know, I definitely will." Leigh said.
I told the girls all about Ashton, repeating the first parts of the story for Leigh because she hadn't heard it. Sophia and her were so excited about my first kiss, they demanded for me to describe it in detail which was quite cringeworthy.
