"MOM!" I shout as I enter my house.
"CHASE!" Mom runs over to me and greets with a huge hug.
"CHASE!" Daniel yells and attacks me in a hug as well.
"Hi, Dad," I greet him.
"How was it?" He asks. "Did you have fun? Did you guys kiss? Did you have gelato? Did you kiss?"
I fight a blush as I answer. "Good. Yes, lots. No. Yes. Again, no."
"I'm glad you had fun," Mom says, patting my back. "Get some rest. We have to go to Mr.Jameson's ranch in the afternoon."
I groan. Mr.Jameson is an amazing man, but every year he has a different dressing theme. This year is Western which means everyone has to wear flannels, jeans, and boots. We have a huge barbecue and then we all take pictures in the bluebonnets.
"Oh and this year the Bradley's are joining," Mom adds as I go upstairs.
"Okay. I'm going to take a nap."
"Alrighty. We leave at 4:30."
"Got it."
I go into my room and close the door. Once I change into pajamas and wash my face, I settle down on my bed.
A text interrupts my Instagram scrolling.
Asher.
TrAsh- What am I supposed to wear for the ranch thing?
Me- The girls can just wear flannels, jeans of some sort, and cowboy boots
trAsh- what about the guys
Me- Flannels, jeans, cowboy boots with spurs, hat (VERY FREAKING IMPORTANT), bandanna, suspenders, and of course carry a lasso on your belt
trAsh- WHERE THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND A LASSO
Me- Make one, duh
trAsh- Why is my mom making me go to this?
Me- Because it's fun and everyone wants to meet Harper
trAsh- don't you mean that you want to see me?
Me- Definitely not. I was stuck with you for 4 days in a row, I miss Harper already tho....
trAsh- You were with Harper more than me!
Me- Tru, Harper's more fun and lovable than you
trAsh- Speaking of Harper, he just called you Mommy
Me- WHAT?!
trAsh- he called you mommy instead of Mama
Me- Omg
I stop texting him and call him instead.
"Sup, Chase," He answers.
"He called me Mommy and you're okay with that?" I ask.
"Of course...do you mind?"
"Not at all. I was just making sure you were cool with it."
"I'm cool. I just don't want you to feel like you have to play your role as a mother. It's your decision. If you don't want that kind of burden, then I can get him to stop and call you Mama or Chase—"
"Ash, it's okay. I can handle it and I don't mind at all."
"Okay. Just a sec."
I hear some rustling before Asher speaks again.
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Perspective
Teen Fiction~•~•~•~ Chase Ryder knows exactly what kind of person Asher Bradley is. He's popular, athletic, a player, and Chase's friend's boyfriend's best friend. It's that simple. WARNING: cliche, a bunch of things don't make sense
