Becca's P.O.V
I laid in bed thinking. I thought about Ashton and Luke.
I liked both of the boys, but I knew I could only be with one.
They were both absolutely amazing. I didn't want to hurt either one of them.
Ashton. Luke. Ashton. Luke.
Ugh. I groaned and put a pillow over my face.
Why did these guys have to be so wonderful?
They could have been just like every other fuckboy, but no. They wanted to be Mr. Perfect.
I decided to compare both of them. I knew it was wrong to compare the two, but I had too.
Luke. He was great. He was funny and weird, in a good way. He had an amazing smile and he was a great kisser.
Ashton. He was amazing. His smile could light up the whole sky. He could make me laugh without even trying. And he made me feel a way that words couldn't describe.
I sat up. I knew now. I knew who I wanted. Who I needed it.
I need.........
