INSEPARABLE

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"Shallo, please believe me it wasn't me?"
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"What are you saying Danny?" I pull her in a warm hug.

"I took that picture and only I had it. I would never risk my friendship with you like that. You are my bestfriend Shay. " She says, hyperventilating. I hate seeing her like this.

Danny is the strongest person I know. She's the reason I'm still strong. I don't even know why she would think I would for once doubt her.

"I know you would never do a thing like that Danny." I pull back. Our hands entwined. She doesn't seem convinced.

"Someone somewhere is trying to tarnish my image using you." I conclude looking into her moisty red eyes.

"Please promise me... Promise me that nothing will ever come between us. Please." She gives my hands a light squeeze.

"I promise Danny."

"Thank you." She forced a little smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"So who's your room-"

"Gather up everyone!" Great timing Simsa.

"We are 45 all together including my dog!" She says expecting chuckles but no one is amused.

"You have your partners. The only thing you don't have is tents."

"And girlfriends!" Someone shouts from the back. It sounded like McKenzie.

I look back just to find Ashton laughing or smiling. I could've sworn I've never seen this guy happy. That is the face I'd like to see more often. I stare some more cautious enough not to be caught. I distract myself by starting a conversation with Danny.

"You didn't tell me who your partner is."

"Oh, uhm, I don't have any. I'm alone."

"Why?"Why is Danny allowed to stay alone and I'm not allowed to pick a partner of my choice.

"I'm a sleepwalker Shay. I told you this before." She chuckles a little trying not to sound rude. I thought she had stopped.

"I'm sorry about that Danny." She hooked her arm in mine, waiting for Simsa to finish. There's extra warmth from her due to how close we are.

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I'm currently laying down on my bed. I don't know where Ashton is. I feel like a jealous wife waiting for her cheat of a husband to come home. I pull my luggage close, so I can unpack my things.

"Hi!" And there he stood in the doorway. His face blank as always. I simply spare him a glance and turn back to what I'm doing.

"The least you can do is say, 'Hello handsome'." He sits on his bed resting his head on the black headboard, a smirk occurring on his corky face.

"Oh please. Have you asked the mirror?"

"I did. It envies me it wouldn't even speak to me. " I pull my stuff out of my luggage and the silver locket falls out slid-stopping just at Ashton's feet.

He observes it before picking it up.

"This is Jake's-."

"Was." I interrupt him. Trying not to get emotional.

"Is it true?" I look up at him, drawing back as he was now a few centimetres from me.

"What's true?"

"That you were traumatised?" I cock my brows trying to pick the right answer to his question but I could barely think with him this close.

"It doesn't matter." I muttered standing up before he caught my wrist in his hand causing me to uncomfortably look into his eyes.

"It does-"

"Shay!" Danny shouts entering the room. She looks between us and smirks. Omg!

"Uh, uhm. I'm sorry love birds." She turns to Ashton who didn't break his gaze. "Can I steal my bestfriend? You can continue later."
She awkwardly smiles. Ashton is still holding my wrist. I twist it out of his hold and followed Danny.

We sit on the benches before she let out a childish squeak.

"What has gotten into your pants?" I ask, pressing my ears dramatically.

"Ashton is Frank's son!" She shouts and I shush her.

"Omg Danny. Keep your voice down."

"Shay you are definitely gonna go out with him. Have you seen the way he was looking at you? Team #Shayton. I ship you both." I'm not gonna lie I feel tingles. Shayton it's beautiful but not as #Jallo.

"I like #Jallo better." She huffs and slaps her palm on her forehead.

"Jake is dead, Shay." She reminded me. My heart still sinks at the sound of that. It was getting too sensitive so I changed the topic.

"What were you and Andre talking about. "

"Nothing. Well, he likes me and I don't." She keeps her gaze on the floor.

" You dry thing. How could you turn Andre down?" She looks up ready to attack. I hate when she does that. Cause she always says facts. And she always wins.

"And how could you turn Ashton down?"

"He never asked me out."