When we moved to our new house, In the middle of nowhere, I went into the wood and found a old treehouse and that's where I hang out and think.
The neighbors greeted us. The door opened and that when I seen him.
That's how I meet him, Ashton Irwin
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"You do, don't you? You hate me?" When I didn't answer he took another step closer, his chest hitting mine. "Oh, you don't? You want to hate me, but you can't." He smiled cockily, anger coursing through me.
"Get out."