how you get the girl ; afi

0.1

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL 0.1

age: 7

⠀"Ashton!" I giggled, clumsily running into him. "whatcha you wanna play first?"

his mom had just dropped him off at play school and he was waving goodbye to her cheerfully. eventually he turned to me, the widest grin painted on his face, nodding his head. his hair was wild and curly, his mop bouncing as he came my way.

⠀"hey Cassie!" he said happily, letting himself fall to the floor and dragging me down with him. "I wanna play-"

⠀"princesses and princes!" I exclaimed.

⠀Ashton stuck his tongue out and shook his head, clearly displeased with the notion. "but I wanna be a cowboy!" he complained.

⠀"fine," I sighed, crossing my arms and glaring at him playfully. "princesses and cowboys!" i suggested alternatively.

⠀"deal." Ashton decided before pausing and running to the play school's dressing up box. he pulled out a Woody costume from Toy Story and ran into the toilets to get changed.

I skipped over to the box after him and dug out a petite Snow White dress, complete with a long cape and plastic slippers.

Ashton came back out a few minutes later, clutching his cowboy hat, still smiling. he pointed his fingers in the shape of a gun at a few kids running around us nearby, but they didn't seem to notice.

⠀"pew, pew!" he cried, pulling the trigger on his imaginary pistol. "pew!"

⠀"I want a gun!" I pouted, folding my arms angrily.

⠀"princesses don't have guns," Ashton said matter-of-factly, frowning as if it was incredibly obvious.

⠀"princesses can have whatever they want!" I stomped my foot down and turned my hand into a gun shape too, pointing it at him. "surrender, cowboy!"

⠀"Cassie," Ashton whined, genuinely looking upset. "I thought you were on my side!"

⠀"only if you tell me that princesses are cooler than cowboys." I teased.

⠀"if all princesses were like you, then they would definitely be cool." Ashton said, quiet enough for me to hear it, and deadly serious.  A rosy blush spread across his cheeks.

In return, a blush blossomed on my own face as I shuffled my feet, grinning.

⠀"you're my bestest best friend," Ashton added, shoving his hand into his pocket. he pulled out a silver charm bracelet and placed it in his palm in front of me. I stared at it curiously, it was a small chain interlinked with a single charm; a daisy. "my mommy told me I should give this to someone I like when I'm older. but I like you now. and I want you to have it!"

⠀"Ash!" I squealed, "it's sooooo pretty." I stared in awe at it, letting him attach it to my wrist.

⠀"I'm gonna wear it forever." I promised, giving him a huge hug. he smelled of the washing powder his mom used, like lavender and crayons.

⠀"you can add charms to it too!" he added excitedly, pulling away. "I'll give you one every year Cassie!"

⠀"you're my bestest bestest best friend, Ash." I smiled uncontrollably.

⠀"Cassie, Ashton, it's time for some numbers." the teacher called to us. we hadn't realised that everyone else had gone inside.

I took Ashton's hand in mine and followed the teacher inside. she gave us a sceptical look but we didn't notice, I was too busy fiddling with my new bracelet.

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this'll pick up I promise
really hope it doesn't flop hhh hh pls

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