Someone Like Him

Chapter 26

BIG NEWS!!!: the rewritten SLH is up on my account!! Of course, if you're interested in my super super old writing (from my teenage years), this story will still be on here. But the rewritten SLH will be newer and re-edited! I would so appreciate it if you went and checked it out <3

Chapter 26

I toss and turn repeatedly throughout the night. Something's bothering me but I can't seem to figure out what it is.

Bits and pieces from a scene keeps playing in the back of my mind. It's the same thing that resurfaced my mind earlier when I was at the park. Holding someone's hand while walking through a crowded place.

It continues to bother me because I don't know if that is a daydream or something that actually happened.

I turn to my bedside table. I click on my phone button and it reads 3:12 A.M. The bright light blinds me temporarily as I heave a large sigh. I definitely won't be getting a good sleep.

<><><><><><> 

Morning finally comes and I wake up around eight in the morning.

Yawning, I sit up in my bed and stretch my arms. My whole body aches.

The first thing I do is grab my phone and scroll through all my social medias, something that I do every morning, which probably isn't the best thing in the world. I look at the time and it reads 8:32. I stay in my bed wrapped in warm blankets as I scroll through Instagram. After a long ten minutes, I finally get enough energy to get out of bed and get ready for the day.

After changing into a pair of black jeans and a white top, I walk downstairs to the kitchen and find something to eat. My parents are already there and they start chatting with me.

"Do you have any plans today?" my mom asks me.

I shrug my shoulders, "Not right now. I'm probably going to hang out with friends later." Saturday is my favorite day of the week, but I normally stay at home on those days. Sad, but true.

I grab a glass of orange juice and sit down on one of the stools. My doctor said that my leg cast can be taken off in about two more weeks.

Most of the bones are already healed—but the memory isn't.

The short drive back from the park last night was silent and awkward. But at the same time, the fact that Will found me at the park warmed me in a way. I think it was cute how he seemed genuinely concerned about me yesterday. I'm glad he finally got the message that I do want him to talk to me.

I spend my first half of the day at home by myself.

By around two in the afternoon, my phone starts ringing with Will's name plastered on it. I answer it without hesitation. "Hello?" I ask as I'm sitting in my bed.

"Hey Ashley, what are you doing later?"

"Nothing that I know of, why?" I ask him while twirling a strand of my hair.

"I want to take you out."

<><><><><><> 

I sling my purse over my shoulder and get into his car. "Where are you taking me?"

He taps the steering wheel and looks over at me. "I don't know."

I squint my eyes and my eyebrows knot together at him, "What?" I laugh as he shrugs.

"I don't know where we're going."

"That's crazy. Then why did you call me?"

"Because I want to be with you," he tells me, almost in a question form.