Ashton and I sat in my room. He was sitting on the swirly chair at my desk while I sat up against my headboard of my bed.
I got a sudden idea. I got up and grabbed Ashton's backpack from next to the door.
"W-wh-what are you d-d-doing-doing?" He asked standing up quickly.
I easily found what I was looking for. I hid them behind my back and gave Ashton back his bag.
"I stood up to Stacy, in more than one way, now it's your turn," I told him.
He stood in front of me, curious. I held up his glasses where he could see. His eyes widened and he started shaking his head.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and walked him towards my bathroom."Yes, I know you lied when you said you only wear them one in a while," I said stopping him in front of the sink.
I looked in the mirror at him.
"Go on, take out your contacts," I told him.
He slightly narrowed his eyes at me before sighing and doing as he was told. I grabbed the small garbage bin from beside my toilet and held it up to him. He sighed again and put both contacts in it.
I put the bin back down and carefully put his glasses on him. He adjusted them slightly when I pulled my hands back.
"Better?" I asked with a smug grin.
He stuck his tongue out at me and stalked off to my room. I followed him and found him next to my bed holding my glasses up.
Yes, I was blind as a bat, but I rarely used my glasses.
I giggled.
"Nice try," I said taking them from him and setting them back down on my nightstand. "But, unlike you, I really do only wear them once in a while."
Ashton stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. I sighed.
"Would you like me to wear them, today, just for the hell of it?" I asked.
He smiled innocently and nodded enthusiastically. I laughed and shook my head. I grabbed my glasses again and went back to the bathroom.
I took my contact out and put them back in the container. Putting my glasses on, which were black rimmed just like Ashton's, I went back in my room.
"Happy?" I asked.
Ashton walked up to me and moved a stray piece of hair away from my face. He nodded, making me laugh. I pushed him down onto my bed and went past him to sit at my desk.
"You're so annoying," I said grinning.
He chuckled.
"You l-l-look good w-with t-th-them," He said sheepishly.
I smiled at him over my shoulder and opened my laptop, opening up YouTube.
"C-can I-I-I ask you a q-q-question?" He asked quietly.
I spun around in my chair, facing him fully.
"Shoot," I said.
He looked nervous, looking down at his hands, and looking up at me through his eyelashes.
"W-who t-t-taught you t-t-to f-figh-fight?" He asked gently.
It was as if he was scared I would physically break from the question or completely flip out. I turned back around, facing my back towards him. I heard him sigh.
"S-s-sorry," He mumbled.
I shook my head.
"Don't be," I said glancing up at the picture that sat on my desk.
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Stutter
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