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Memories are a funny thing. You can only remember things in bits and pieces. Simple glances that hold more significance than expected. You never really remember a full day, you just remember the important parts. Like the small, almost shy smile he sends me when he thinks I'm not looking. Like his hand interlocked with mine. Like mint chocolate chip ice cream at ten o'clock at night. This is how I fell in love with Ashton: in glances.
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"I'm sorry." I walked over to him, knowing I'm the reason he's awake. "Don't be." He smiled and when I stood infront of him, he crossed our fingers together and pulled me to sit on his lap. Both of my legs tangeled aside as I sat sidway on his lap, my brown eyes staring right into his blue ones. "I think I have an insomnia too." He smiled. "Why is that?" I couldn't help but smile too. "Because I can't sleep knowing you're not safe beside me." **** A love story who started between two young boys in their high school time.

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