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pretending (ashton)

my hand was hovering over the 'remove story' button :( but im not leaving you yet, lovelies.

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pretending (ashton)

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in which ashton sees a guy chatting you up after you turned him down so he pretends to be your boyfriend in attempt to save you.

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ashton scanned the room and sighed. he hated these high school parties more than anything. but, he had to take care of luke's drunken ass and he couldn't let him down. too bad he had lost luke in the crowd over two hours ago.

then, ashton saw her. and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. she was just standing there, and holy shit did ashton think she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

he licked his dry lips as he watched the girl laugh and take a sip from her red cup. but, ashton just knew that if he tried to talk to the girl, he would fuck everything up.

and so he settled with admiring the beauty from his spot leaning against a wall. ashton eyed the girl and cursed the crowd that stood between his body and hers. he wanted to know everything about the girl. he wanted to know what music she liked, if she would rather go out or stay in and cuddle. he wanted to know her favourite colour and whether she liked blink-182 or all time low better.

ashton continued drinking and pouting when he saw a tall, black haired boy walk over to her. he tried to ignore the lump in his throat. the boy seemed to be getting close to the girl and ashton wondered if it was her boyfriend. he knew it was too good to be true, and why would a girl like that go after him anyway? plus, he could've waited all night and wouldn't have found an excuse to talk to her.

ashton watched with a small pout on his face. why couldn't he be talking to the girl? he continued to watch as the two made light conversation. but, ashton furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the girl start to look uncomfortable. the boy got closer to her as she tried to back away. she looked around as if she was trying to find a way out of the situation.

and then, ashton got an idea. he gulped down his drink swiftly and made his way toward the girl. the girl looked at ashton with an unreadable expression when he approached the two.

"hey, is everything okay here?" ashton finally spoke and wrapped his arm around the girl's waist. the girl looked confused for a second but ashton gave her a 'go along with it' look and she nodded slightly.

"who are you?" the black-haired boy asked, looking confused and annoyed all at once.

"this, uh, this is my boyfriend..." the girl broke off, sounding hesitant.

"yep, I'm ashton. and who are you?" ashton asked. he reached to shake the other man's hand but the man just huffed and walked away, mumbling profanities.

when he left, there was akward silence between ashton and the girl.

"I'm, um... I'm sorry about that. I just- you seemed uncomfortable? and I... I wanted to help you out." ashton stuttered out.

ashton cursed himself for being so damn akward and a blush coated his face when the girl giggled at his nervousness.

"I'm thankfull, actually. I really appreciate it. he was just getting to close and I, um..." the girl trailed off, "I'm y/n." she said, re-gaining her confidence.

"I'm ashton." ashton smiled. and then, the awkward silence came again.

ashton really didn't want there to be any awkwardness. he frantically looked for something to say.

"um, wanna get out of here?" he asked and regretted it as soon as he saw the look on your face.

"no! no, not like that, I promise. I just, uh, I hate these parties and I was wondering if you wanted to go to that cool 70s diner down the road..." he quickly explained.

"I'd like that." you smiled.

you left the party together and walked down the dark road in silence. after several minutes of lame flirting, he reached over and entwined his fingers with yours.

"I know we just met, but maybe one day we won't have to pretend to be together." you quietly said.

ashton squeezed your hand lightly, "I'd like that."

and maybe ashton forgot about luke, but he didn't mind. because, at the end of the night, he kissed the girl. he kissed her with so much passion inside of that 70s diner as the streetlights flickered and the rain poured down outside. and eventually, the didn't have to pretend anymore.

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NO THE GUY WITH BLACK HAIR WAS NOT MICHAEL

my mikey wouldn't do that :(

but his black hair makes me ahajajdnocnsoandisk FUCK

my lana del rey concert is really soon :))))
-becca