Ashley's P.O.V.
I lay on my bed smiling. God, I forget when the last time I actually smiled was. All I can think about is Dylan. He's so perfect. Which is quite terrifying, because he may break my heart.
I stare at my phone, waiting for it to beep, but it doesn't. I eventually doze off.
I hear a beeping noise. I sit up and look at my clock, it's two in the morning. The beeping continues. It's my phone. I fumble around my bed until I find my phone and push the answer key. "Hello?" I whisper, trying to not wake my mom.
"Hey, it's Dylan. Hopefully this is Ashley?" I smile.
"Yeah."
I hear him nervously laugh over the line. "Great. Uhm, hey sorry I'm calling so late. Or early I guess. I just had a lot of homework and fell asleep doing it and when I woke up, I realized I needed to call you and I couldn't wait until a sane time to call you because.." His voice trails off.
"It's fine." I laugh.
"Good. So tomorrow, uhm would it be okay if I made up for bumping into you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure what time?"
"Right after school." He responds quickly.
"What will we be doing?"
"It's a surprise."I laugh. "Well, Ashley, we have school tomorrow, so I should let you sleep."
"Okay, goodnight Dylan."
"Goodnight Ashley." The line goes dead.
