cause you were all yellow | a.i.

four.

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"this that social awkward suicide."

the sun had just finally set five days after i met ashton on the garage. i hadnt heard from him at all aside from following eachother on instagram. i was beginning to get scared i chased him away.

i was sitting in my room late on a friday night when i heard a sound coming from my window. i walked over to it and watched as another rock hit it.

it scared the hell out of me as i fell back onto the floor.

i brushed myself off and stood up, walking back over to the window. i pushed it open and saw ashton standing on the other side.

"what the hell are you doing, ashton?"

"come on clairo. were gonna go live!" he told me.

"i was talking about the rocks! what was the point of that?" i whispered-screamed out the window.

"i dont know," he shrugged. "thats what they do in the movies."

"yeah, when their room is on the second floor. mines not," i explained to him.

"oh come on, or ill just leave you here," he told me.

"where are we going?" i asked.

"thats a surprise," he replied as he paced around my backyard, kicking at the grass below his feet.

"well what am i supposed to wear?" i asked him praying for a response.

"uhh, i dont know," he started. "what ever a girl calls cute but like slightly whorish?"

"ashton irwin!" i yelled at him.

"what? how else am i supposed to describe it."

i just shook my head ready to pick someone cute but "slightly whorish," when i finally remembered.

"my moms home, how am i supposed to get her to let me out? especially if i look cute but slightly whorish?" i asked ashton, genuinely concerned.

"tell her youre hanging out with a friend. its not a lie," he told me. "and just put a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt over your whorish outfit."

there was a part of me screaming no. nothing good ever comes out of a slightly whorish outfit, or lying to my mom.

but a larger part of me was screaming yes. im sick of this bubble im locked into, and i want to learn to live. and ashtons gonna teach me.

fuck it. whats the worst that could happen?

"okay, give me minute to change and get past my mom," i replied getting ready to shut the window.

"okay, ill be out front," ashton replied as he walked back out of sight.

i went to my closet to look for a "slightly whorish" outfit as ashton called it. what is considered whorish but only slightly?

the first problem i ran into is i dont own anything provocative because my mother is borderline insane.

i finally found a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and pink tank top a friend from america had given me. it has lace that lined the neckline which dipped lower than most of my other tops and hugged my curves. i threw it on, tucking it into my jeans.

i grabbed my phone, my keys, and ashtons flannel to throw over my top.

my mom would never let me leave like this. i threw the flannel on and started down the stairs, buttoning it up as i went.