"Unblock him for a second, it's not a big deal. You're over him, just see what he has to say, Ashton." I whisper to myself as my eyes gaze over my phone and my thumb hovers over the unblock button. I've been sitting like this for about 10 minutes now.
"Ashton!" I hear Michael call from the other side of my door. I gasp in surprise, throwing my phone on the bed beside me quickly and walking out of my room.
"What?" I ask, walking into the kitchen as I see Michael bent over, gazing into the half empty fridge. I chuckle at the sight. Michael sighs, backing up from the fridge and closing the door. He heads over to the cupboards and quickly searches for any sign of food. I don't blame him, we've had take out all week.
"We have no food!" He whines, stomping his feet on the wooden floors of our apartment. I smile, almost chuckling, but stopping myself.
"Wanna go grocery shopping?" I ask, sending him a sympathetic smile. He pouts his lip and mods. I let out a laugh at this, and sigh dramatically.
"You're like a little kitten, Clifford."
He smiles, bring his hands up to the bottom of his chin and making them look like paws, "Meow."
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error → final book in the 'texting' series
Fanfiction"and it's at this exact moment, that i am, finally, genuinely happy."
