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Bea was awaken from her dreams by a quick stop.

"We're hear. Total is 107.94." The taxi man told Bea.

"Um, okay." Bea pulled out her wallet and payed the man.

Bea stepped out of the Taxi, looking around at her surroundings.

She was in a large neighborhood, with large houses.

Bea stepped on the sidewalk, walking down the street a little.

There was a group of girls sitting on their porch, gossiping, giggling, and texting.

Bea looked at them and waved.

"Who are you?" One girl snorted at Bea.

"Oh, I'm Bea. I'm not from here." Bea introduced herself to the girls.

"I'm Tiffany." She smiled, just to be hit by one of the other girls. "Not like you're worthy enough to know." She finished.

Bea chuckled, not taking offence at all.

Bea heard loud music, coming from the garage.

It hurts in my head and my heart, in my chest and I'm having trouble catching my breath, oh, oh, won't you please stop loving me to death.

The song finished.

Bea ran over to the garage and opened it.

"That was sick!" She yelled, surprising the 4 boys putting their instruments down.

The boy on the drums stood up, looking at Bea in the eyes.

"I swear.." Bea whispered.

"God, we see each other everyone." He said.

"Not a pleasure, to be honest." Bea smirked.

"Sure hun, you're probably just following me around because you want all this." He motioned his hands up and down his body.

"I'n you're dreams, green eyes." Bea smiled.

Not paying any attention to her surrounds, Bea decided to take a couple steps back.

One of the 3 girls had stepped behind Bea, with a bucket of ice cold water.

"One, two, three! " The girls chanted as the fourth girl dumped the bucket on Bea's head.
All of the girls, and boys were laughing.

Except one.

Green eyes ran over to Bea.

"Aw, is her boyfriend coming to help the little loser?" One of the girls laughed at Bea.

"Thats enough." Green eyes stated.
"Chill out man, shes not like us." The boy on the bass said.

Green eyes turned around to him.
"I said, thats enough." He put his fist up to the boys face.

"C'mon. Ill get you a towel." Green eyes grabbed Bea's hand and walked her inside. "I'm Ashton." He finished.

"I'm Bea." She pulled her hand from his and walked back towards the door.

"What's up?" He said confused.
"I don't like you." Bea said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Wha- why?" Ashton said in frustration.
"Because, you bumped into me then acted like it was all my fault." Bea laughed at herself.

"Okay, I'm joking." Bea said, then Ashton sighed.
Bea walked with Ashton up to his room.
Ashton grabbed a white fluffy towel and gave it to her.
"Thanks." She smiled. He smiled back.
"Do you want a change of clothes?" Ashton asked Bea.
"No, I think I'll be fi-" ashton cut Bea off.
"No you won't. " Ashton walked over to his drawers and grabbed a shirt and some basketball shorts, then tossed them to Bea, who thanked him with a smile.
Bea walked into the bathroom and changed.
She looked around the bathroom.
With force of habit, Bea looked behind the shower curtain, just making sure.
She looked around the dark bathroom, opening drawers and cabinets.
She opened up one drawer that was filled with condoms.
Bea realized how much time she was taking, so she quickly changed and walked back out.
Ashton was sitting on his bed, playing with his phone.
"Again, sorry about them." Ashton scratched the back of his neck.
"It's fine. They don't bother me." He smiled at her.
"So, what are you doing here anyway?" Ashton asked curiously.
"I- uh, am here with, uh, family! Yeah, family." Bea stuttered
"Oh, you know this is only 15 minutes from where we first "met" each other, right?" Bea stood shocked.
'Damn it, that taxi driver probably drove in circles!' Bea thought to herself.
"My family likes to go on, short trips."