how you get the girl ; afi

0.4

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL 0.4

age: 13

⠀"HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASSIE!" Ashton cried, catapulting himself into my arms and wrapping me in a suffocating hug.

⠀"thanks, Ashton," I laughed, prizing him off of me.

⠀"you'll never guess what I bought you." he joked, flashing me a teasing wink.

he shoved a small wrapped present into my hands, his face full of glee. the wrapping wasn't so good, and he'd tried to salvage it with lots of sellotape which only made it impossible to open. after retrieving a pair of scissors from the kitchen, I managed to break into the wrapping and rescue the present.

inside the small navy coloured velvet box was the 7th charm for the bracelet I hadn't parted with since we were 7.

⠀"Ashton!" I gasped, holding it in my hands. "it's gorgeous!" this year he'd surprised me with a charm in the shape of a rainbow which was covered in very tiny diamonds.

I gave him another huge hug before collapsing onto my bed next to him, cuddling into his side. we put on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and my mom made us popcorn. I sat snuggled up to him, staying warm. the whole time he had his arm rested around my shoulder. it felt so natural being with him.

when the film had finished, we changed into pyjamas and sat opposite each other stuffing our faces with the boxes of chocolate i'd received off of various relatives.

he talked to me on and on about how he was getting much better at drumming, and how he and a few of his friends were maybe thinking about uploading some stuff to youtube. I felt proud just hearing about this new found skill, and I knew he had the potential to go far.

⠀"I'll have to play for you one day," he smiled. "hey, maybe you could sing something and I'll play!"

I nodded absently, I wasn't a good singer, but it was nice that Ashton thought so.

⠀"Cas," suddenly his tone was lighter. "I think I, like, really like this girl in our year. you know, Natasha Browning? she's really hot, Cas, like, really, and she wants to hang out with me!" he laughed to himself.

⠀"she is pretty attractive, I guess." I agreed reluctantly, staring at my fingernails, because it was better than meeting his eyes. Natasha Browning had always hated me, ever since I cut the hair off her Barbie doll at a party in kindergarten. 

I wasn't too keen on talking about Ashton's love life, so I politely hinted that i was super tired and wanted to sleep. even after I lay down, tucked up in my covers, Ashton continued to declare his new found love.

⠀"she's so nice, you know? she's so... down to earth." I had to resist scoffing. "I like her, Cas, I really do. I might ask her out soon. do you think I should?"

as soon as he directed his question at me i shut my eyes tight, pretending to be asleep. Ashton must've bought it, because next thing I knew Ashton planted a kiss on my forehead softly and slipped himself into his sleeping bag silently.

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Ashton ur so oblivious wtf

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