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11. How He Ask You To Prom (Ashton)

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Ash:

You slumped down in your plastic chair, feeling bored and uncomfortable as usual. English didn't exactly interest you, so you usually find yourself doodling or falling asleep in class. As you fanned yourself with your folder you spotted a yellow sticky note on the front of your book. This was not something you'd put there yourself so you took a look to see what it said. "find it in the library: Nicholas Sparks- The Notebook ;)". What the hell. Why was someone putting random post-it notes with winky faces on them in your English folder? You sighed and put your head on your desk, preparing to sleep through another lesson. Who knows how you ever managed to pass, you hardly paid attention. The bell rang, signalling the start of your free period. Normally you would go and find your friends but today was different. Today you were going to search for this book. When you arrived at the library you went straight to the Nicholas Sparks section. As much as you hated English, you couldn't deny your love for reading books. Especially Nicholas Sparks. You found the book and sat down against the bookshelf, flicking through the pages. You were starting to get frustrated, you were curious to find out what the note meant. The book fell straight open to your favourite passage, and sure enough, there was another sticky note. It asked you to go to the bleachers, now. You gathered your things and returned the book to its shelf before heading down to the bleachers, what were they planning to do? Were they going to fight you? As you approached the bleachers you saw a tall, blonde-haired boy sitting on the bottom step holding a single rose. It was Ashton. Your face broke out into a grin and you quickened your pace. You got closer and he stood up, his expression matching yours. Ashton was one of your closest friends but you didn't really know where the two of you stood. You had shared a few drunken moments, kisses even, but neither of the other wanted more than that. He handed you the rose, with one last sticky attached to it.

"Will You Go To Prom With Me?" Your smile widened as you threw your arms around his neck. "I'm taking that as a yes then?" He asked, with a chuckle. You squealed in agreement before pulling back to take it all in. Ashton was gorgeous. He pushed his scruffy blonde hair back off his forehead and just stared at you. He stroked your cheek gently before leaning in and kissing you. Although you had kissed him before, this time was different. This time was perfect. Maybe it was because you had never kissed him when both of you were sober until now, but still, it felt like a fairytale. When you pulled away, he took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, pulling you back across the school to enjoy the rest of your free period. You could already tell that prom night was going to be one to remember.