Ine Imagine|Ashton|The Perfect Date|

THE PERFECT DATE<<<<<<<<

Imagine this:

Ashton calls you for the first time in weeks. You have missed the sound of his voice so much. He asks if you're free tonight, and you feel your heart stutter as you realise he's asking you on a date. You say you are, and he say's he'll pick you up at 7.

You struggle to find something to wear. You scrutinize over yourself, picking out every little flaw about yourself. Your phone beeps. It's Ash.

Text; Ash <3 : Babe, don't worry about how you look, I think you look perfect whatever you wear. I love you xx

A single, solitary tear runs down your face as you smile to yourself. Ashton always knows how to make you smile, no matter what the occasion may be. You eventually pick out something to wear; A little black dress, black tights and black high heels, a little make-up and your hair loose, Ashton says it's beautiful that way. Nothing too fancy, not over-doing it. You take one last look in the mirror, wondering if you really look okay; Is my make-up okay, am I skinny enough, will Ashton judge me? You shake your head, suddenly not feeling okay about going out with Ashton. The doorbells goes.

You rush downstairs and open the door to see Ashton standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers. He was wearing a tuxedo, complete with a red bandana in his silky curls.

"Ine, you look absolutely, breath takingly amazing" He says, never taking his eyes off you. You blush and look down, suddely self concious of yourself. He waits a moment, then gently lifts your chin so you are looking at him in the eyes, whispers "I love you," then kisses you, gently, sweetly.

The rest of the night goes amazingly. He takes you to a local classy resturant and afterwards, you take a walk along the beach. He takes of his converse, hands them to you and tells you to put them on.

"So you don't hurt your feel on the rocks," He says sweetly, blushing. He is such a gentleman.

You walk side by side, his fingers wrapped around yours, keeping your hands warm in the bitter wind. You talk and talk, about everything and nothing. Suddenly, everything just gets too much and you start crying. Silently, so that Ashton doesn't notice, but he does. You both stop as you sob into Ashton when he pulls you into a tight hug. He pulls back after a while, stares at you, concerned, searching your eyes for the answer to your sudden sadness. You think he will never understand. He doesn't ask, he just slowly leans towards you closes his eyes and kisses you. His hands move, one hand stroking the back of your head, and one hand on your waist. You're glad of this, because your legs have gone so weak, you think you might fall. His kiss is so sweet, you don't pull back. You just want this moment to last, he pulls you in tighter, not wanting to let you go.

After a long while kissing on the beach, he pulls back and leans his forehead on yours, looking you in the eyes again, smiling. He whispers "I love you, please stay strong, for me,"

You nod, so glad he's in your life.