I tap nervously on the door. Wondering why Ashton would say that.
"So you're saying, that you're in love with me?"
I face towards him, looking at the side of his face.
I see his jaw clench a bit and he fidgets with his hands on the steering wheel. He removes a hand and runs it through his hair, and returns it to the steering wheel.
"Kind of sorta."
He glances over at me and then focuses on the road.
We pass by multiple exit signs in silence.
"What the hell do you mean kind of sorta? Are you just saying that because you feel bad for me? Because if you do, I don't need that shit. I don't need your pity."
I stare straight ahead and Ashton makes a right hand turn past a small gas station onto Silt Road.
We drive up to a pale grey two-story home.
The front yard is trimmed nicely, the other house's yards matching.
Ashton pulls into the driveway and turns Destiny off. He steps out and slams his door. He comes to my side, opening the door and unbuckling me, then scoops me out of the seat.
Ashton carries me delicately as he opens the front door.
"This, is my house. I live here alone. I have no one here besides Destiny and my cat, Lu."
He carries me upstairs, continuing the conversation.
"When I saw you I thought to myself, 'Damn she's gorgeous. Don't fuck it up Ash.' And I did. Then we slowly became friends. And I realized that I'm a sucker for girls with the name Lake."
I can only assume that we are in his room. The walls are a darker shade of grey than the exterior of the house, the walls covered with black and white photographs.
His bed is unkempt, of which I could only assume I woke him up.
There's a hamper near a door, of which is most likely his closet, judging by the hanger on the door.
His room surprisingly neat for a teenage boy.
Ashton walks to his window, opening the blinds.
A fat calico cat jumps from off of his desk, intertwining its tail between Ashton's legs, admiring the sunlight.
He smiles and then sits down on his bed, eventually leaning back.
There's a TV mounted above his desk, and a can of Mountain Dew on his dresser.
I walk over to Ashton and ruffle his hair.
I sit down next to him, as placing a hand on his cheek. I look into his eyes.
"Ashton, you're missing a woman's touch."
I watch as he laughs, and I realize that I'm starting to love him back.
"Yea I guess you could say that."
I smile, and close the distance between our lips.
The sensation is perfect, it feels as if it's meant to happen.
"I kind of sorta love you too bandana boy."
Lu walks between my dangling feet, the tip of his tail touching the bottom of my calve.
I smile and Ashton puts his arms behind him, supporting himself, looking at me and smiling.
"What?"
