Delilah and I are at the hospital, in the waiting room.
Turns out, The reason why we're here is because Delilah thinks she broke her finger.
Delilah and I aren't the only ones in the waiting room, there's this old couple and there's also this mom who looks about 45 and her son who looks 16 or 17.
I catch him staring at me, every other minute.
Might as well have a little fun if I'm going to be in here for awhile.
I bite my lip and wink at him.
He shifts in his seat a little, and I chuckle.
Delilah lightly elbows me. "Really Carter?" She asks
"What? I'm just trying to have a little fun" I give a small laugh
Delilah smiles and rolls her eyes.
Soon enough, the doctor calls her in.
She gets an X-ray, the doctor said her finger is in fact broken.
After she gets does all of that shit for her finger, we exit the waiting room, the boy was looking at me and I wink at him before I exit through the door.
"At least you don't have to get it amputated"
"I knew my finger wasn't going to get amputated, all I did was slam my finger in my locker on accident"
When we get home, Lucas just finished making dinner.
"Hey" he smiles
"I'm going to go upstairs, I'll see you guys later"
"Okay but make sure you eat something before you sleep" Delilah smiles
Once I get into my room, I plop on my bed.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I hear in my window, like tiny pebbles being thrown at my window.
"You know you could just knock on the front door!" I yell out my window
"Yeah, but it's not as romantic!" Ashton yells from outside
"Save the romantic stuff for your girlfriend" I scoff, "She's being bitchy right now"
I rest my arm on my window sill.
"So... You gonna let me in? Or..." he tilts his head in wonder
I huff out air, I leave my window and make my way to the back sliding door, where I see Ashton already waiting.
"Looks like you're warming up to me" he smirks
"How do you mean?" I ask
"You let me in without arguing that I should leave" he smirks
"I'm just tired, I don't feel like putting up a fight" I roll my eyes as he follows me into my room
I was going to ask him why he's here, but he'd probably just say "I'm bored" or something
"Why don't you just hang out with Brian?" I ask
"He's with Heather"
"So... I'm not going to be in the same house as them while they're having sex"
"Good point" I plop on my bed
He sits next to me.
I go on my phone and just check social media for a while.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ashton is staring at me. Not my phone's screen. Me.
I look at him. "What?" I ask
"Nothing" he smiles to himself
I stand up and walk around my room, fiddling with some of my stuff.
"Are you going to the party Saturday?" He asks
"I heard there's a party at Paul McCook's Saturday too" I add
"Are going to his?" He asks
"Maybe, he's really nice" I shrug
"And I'm not?" He asks
"Well, you're annoying"
"And you're not?" He crosses his arms
"Well if I'm so annoying, then why did you bother coming here?" I ask
"You're not annoying all of the time" he admits
"But you are" I smile
"Shut up, you're in love with me"
"Agree to disagree" I say
"Just admit it" he smirks, stepping closer to me
"I don't like you"
Well... Yeah, he's kind of cute, but do I really like him?
What? No! I don't!
Yeah you do.
Who the fuck am I even arguing with?!? I'm in my brain!!!
"You okay there?" I hear as I snap back into the real world
"I'm fine, I'm just tired" I shrug
"Well I'm going to leave" Ashton walks to my bedroom door
"Bye" I wave
"Bye" he smiles
Ugh. That smile though.