Ashton's POV
It's hard to believe that Thanksgiving break is over and we're already into December. There's less than two weeks left of school before the semester is over. Time seems to have flown by, yet at the same time, is slows down at just the right moments. I was able to spend the rest of the weekend with Emilia and I swear that time stopped for us. Thirty hours together seemed like thirty days-okay that's a bit of an exaggeration, maybe just three days. It was amazing though.
After she met my mum (who literally interrupted us at the worst time just like everyone else in the world), we ordered some Chinese food because we didn't want to go out to eat since it started to snow, so instead, we made the delivery guy suffer and drive on the slick roads.
We didn't really do much after eating. We just sat in the living room and watched TV while continuing the acts prior to my mum calling. Emilia still has her boundaries, but at least I was able to touch her from the waist up. Just looking down at her while I hovered over her, I was awestruck. To see her bare before me, I couldn't believe my eyes. She was beautiful. Every curve of hers was perfect. If it weren't for my self-control and Emilia telling me to stop when I was going too far for her liking, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to stop myself that day. The same goes for yesterday.
I spent the night with her and we stayed in bed for a good portion of the day. We just talked. We talked about how much she liked my mum, how she's getting nervous for next semester and the classes she registered for, the finals that are coming up, and us. Though in between all that talking there was some time for us to fool around. She's becoming so much more confident in herself and her actions speak for it.
In the span of those two days, I ended up with five love bites total on my body; Three on my neck and two on my collarbone. For someone who has never given someone a hickey, she sure is a pro at it. And the more she did it, the more my self-restraint weakened. I don't think she knows the effect she has on me. Sooner or later though, my hand won't be enough to suppress my needs.
"Hey, Ash?" Emmie's sweet voice brings me out of my thoughts and she squeezes my hand as we walk over to the library to meet up with Michael. "I can't think of anything to say about you for our project. The presentations are next Wednesday and I have no idea what to say."
"Am I just not that interesting?" I ask jokingly.
She giggles. "No, you are. It's just that I don't know how to describe you."
"It'll come to you, don't worry."
"What are you going to do? I know about the canvas, so did you paint something?"
She's on the right track however, I want it to be a surprise. I've been working on it for a long time now and I've had to make so many changes to it and it's still not done.
"I did, but I'm not going to tell you what it is," I say. "I'm not sure what I'm going to say either. I might just wing it."
"Well, at least you have somewhat of a plan."
"Don't think about it too much. Worry about your other finals for now," I say. "You'll be fine."
She exhales sharply. "Alright."
Once making it up to the library entrance, I stop and give Emmie a quick kiss before telling her that I'll be in the art studio working on the canvas while she studies with Michael. I want to stay with her, but I really want to finish that painting as well. She looks disappointed but lets it go after Michael comes out and pulls her inside so that they can start working.
I give her one last wave before heading over to the studio to try and finish up the painting, but when I get there, the giant wings that I painted not too long ago distract me and all I can think about is how I never want my wings to leave me. Not again.
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Emilia's POV
Dead week: the one week of the semester when everyone on campus looks like they haven't slept in eight days and have risen from the dead to study their asses off for finals. Nobody cares about their appearance. Not a single girl's hair is kempt (except for those who don't give a damn about their grades and want to look pretty for the guys who don't look too attractive right now) and all the guys look like they have shaved or brushed their hair in days.
And it's only Monday.
I wouldn't be so worried about exams right now if I hadn't of made friends this semester. That sounds really mean...Before, finals weren't so hard to study for because I had no one to distract me but now I have four giraffes who take up a lot of my time. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to pull an all-nighter in the library this week for my upcoming exams. Thankfully, each exam is on a separate day starting from next Monday to Wednesday.
I'm so glad that I don't have to take the exam for my government class because my professor drops our lowest exam grade and since I aced the other three exams, I am free from that class! Now my stress level can lower by about thirteen percent.
"Emmie," Michael whines, dropping his head onto his open history textbook. "No more," he mumbles.
I sigh and pet his vibrant red hair. "Mikey, we've only been studying for an hour and a half."
"That's an hour and a half too long."
I was able to skip my last class of the day and take the opportunity to go to the library with Michael to study for our history exam scheduled for next Tuesday. I don't need to study as much as Michael because I actually pay attention in class, but I can't just leave him hanging. Well, I could, but what kind of friend would that make me?
The best kind.
"Well, unless you want to fail, go ahead and stop studying. Whether or not you pass the final doesn't affect me," I say a bit too bluntly.
He raises his head slightly, just enough to make eye contact with me. "You're such a good friend." The sarcasm in his voice is evident.
"I'm just being honest."
"Too honest," he scoffs, sitting up straight and grabbing the blue pen that slid across the table after he said "Fuck this," thirty minutes ago and returns to jotting notes down in notebook.
Finn, who is no longer sick (Thank God), comes over to our table, making his routine rounds in the library which after taking his position for a day is just a way for him to kill time. "Hey, Emilia," he says softly, pushing his black hair off his forehead and making sure not to disturb the other students who are in their cram study session for finals like me and Michael.
Normally Finn doesn't bother me while I'm in here whether I'm working or not. He just tells me what to do and leaves me alone for the most part.
"Hi, Finn," I say, not really wanting to partake in this conversation. Go away and let me study.
"I see you're studying," he says.
"You see correct."
"How's it going?"
It would be better if you would leave. "Good so far."
He hums and looks over to Michael who looks like he's struggling to read a passage in his textbook. "Who's this?"
Michael looks up to Finn who decides to take a seat a bit too close for comfort next to me. "Michael Clifford," he says, holding his hand out which Finn shakes quickly.
"Finn," he says. "Nice to meet you."
Michael's eyebrows draw together. "Likewise."
Finn turns back to me. "Where's that other guy that's normally here with you?" he asks, placing his hand on my shoulder. My body tenses.
I flicker my eyes over to Michael who shares my confusion as to why Finn is still here and touching me for that matter. He has never acted this friendly towards me and I don't like it. "You mean, Ashton?" I ask.
"Yeah, him. Why isn't he here?" Finn's topaz eyes stay locked on mine and I have to keep looking away from him to feel less uncomfortable.
"He's working on something in the art studio right now," I say. "He'll be coming by later."
"Is he your boyfriend?" he asks immediately after I finish my sentence, throwing me off guard.
"Yes I am." All three of our heads turn to Ashton making his way over to our table before he comes to stand behind my chair. "Is there a problem?" Ashton asks, sending a subtle, yet deathly glare to Finn who removes his hand off of me.
I stretch my hand around the back of my chair and latch onto Ashton's hand and squeeze it. I don't like how close Finn is next to me. I don't like how forward he's being. I don't like Finn talking to me so casually, especially about my boyfriend. I never liked Finn to begin with, but this makes me dislike him more. Even Michael doesn't like him being here judging from the way his expression matches Ashton's.
"Not at all," Finn replies. "I was just wondering who was keeping Emilia from working like she's supposed to this semester. Since we're nearing the end of the semester I have to give a report on all the student workers on their performance during their time spent here for their work-study."
What? "I've been doing my job, Finn," I say and grip tighter onto Ashton's hand which he adjusts to interlace our fingers together.
"You slack off when he's here." Finn points to Ashton. "I always see him talking with you when you should be working."
"But I-"
"Finn," Ashton starts, "I don't keep Emilia from doing her work. I may be here sometimes, but I know when to leave so that she can do her job. Plus, most of the time she makes me leave."
Finn stays quiet and glances at the three of us before staring at me once again and placing his hand high up on my thigh. "I'm sorry, Emilia, but I don't think you'll be working here next semester. There are way too many incidents where I have caught you slacking off and getting distracted. You can finish working here until the end of the semester however, you're going to have to apply for another position next semester for your work-study." He scoots his chair back and gives a curt nod to each of us before walking away and heading down the stairs to the first floor.
I stare off into the distance, not at anything in particular, I just stare as I try to process what just happened. With a little force, I pull my hand away from Ashton's and lay it in my lap. I'm not going to be able to work in the library again. I love working here. It's quiet and I don't have to talk to people that much. I don't want to work somewhere else. I do my job and finish everything that I'm told to do. I've never missed a day of work either. Even when Ashton bothers me, I still get my work done. How is that enough to basically get me fired?
With a mind of its own, my body lifts itself off my chair and my legs begin walking over to the same staircase that Finn just took. I keep my eyes to the ground and focus on my feet as I move one in front of the other until I am on the first floor and on the path towards the library exit. As soon as I push through the doubles doors leading out, a burst of harsh icy wind blows my hair back as I walk out into the snow. I don't even feel the coldness as I tread down the snow-clad sidewalk around the library.
"Emilia!" I don't stop or turn to look at the one person who is partially responsible for me losing my job. He calls my name again and this time, the sound of his boots crunching against the patches of snow grows louder and louder until he runs around and stops in front of me. Ashton holds out my jacket that I left inside the library and when I don't take it from him, he drapes it over my shoulders. "Emilia, I am so sorry," Ashton says. "This is all my fault." Yes it is. "I didn't think what I was doing stopped you from working or anything." Neither did I. "Finn is just being an asshole. I'm going to go talk to him and see if there's anything that I can do to change his mind about you working here next semester."
Ashton continues to ramble, but I stop listening to him. I don't want to hear it. I really don't want to hear his apology or anything for that matter.
"Shut up," I whisper.
"What?"
"Ashton, please just shut up and stop trying to fix things! You've already done enough damage as it is today. Don't add fuel to the fire." I push past him, grazing his shoulder in the process as I continue down the trail to wherever this sidewalk takes me.
"Emilia, stop!" Ashton's hand grips onto my shoulder but I pull away.
"No, you stop!" I shout. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a new job for next semester. Do you realize that my work-study pays a good portion of my tuition? Without it, I can't afford coming here."
"I know, Emilia, I know. I didn't think this would happen."
"Ashton, just go away." He grabs my arm this time but I shake him off. "Please just leave me alone!" I yell, feeling the warm liquid that has been building up in my eyes finally stream down my cheeks. It's very rare that I yell at him and it almost pains me to even do so, but I'm angry dammit.
"But-"
"Ash, let her be." I turn to my left and Luke is walking over to us with his hands shoved in his coat pocket.
"Luke," Ashton says in a warning tone.
"Don't 'Luke' me right now," he snaps, mimicking Ashton. "Let her be. I don't know what you did, but whatever it is, she doesn't want to be near you."
Luke stands between Ashton and me, blocking my entire view of Ashton and I clutch onto the back of Luke's black leather jacket. I try to keep my sniffles silent, but from the way Luke turns his head to look behind him, I know I'm not quiet at all.
"Emilia." Ashton sounds completely defeated. "I'm sorry...please just call me later or something so that we can talk, okay?"
I nod against Luke's back and he tells Ash that I will. Soon after, I can hear Ashton walking farther away from us until I can no longer hear his boots against the ground.
Luke turns around and I keep my head low to hide my face from him. My eyes are probably bloodshot and I'm pretty sure I need a tissue. My body is no longer numb from the cold so I hurriedly put my arms through the sleeves of my jacket. Without saying anything, Luke wraps his arm over my shoulder and starts to guide me over to the nearest building which happens to be the Student Union. Once inside, he takes me over to the Starbucks where I first met Ashton and buys me a green tea latte and has me sit down at one of the tables.
His crystal blue eyes watch me and he plays with his black lip ring as I take a sip of the hot tea. It's not uncomfortable that he's staring at me like this. I guess I'm just so used to being around all the guys that they could all stare at me for a long period of time and I won't be fazed by it.
I take another sip of my drink and ask, "Aren't you going to ask me what happened?"
"Not unless you want to tell me," he says.
Sometimes I think Luke is just as patient as Ashton is. He doesn't push me to say anything if I don't want to. They're alike in so many ways and I've never noticed it before.
I explain to Luke what Finn told me and how Ashton is basically the main reason for making me lose my job. I ended up crying again because Luke started to list off some places where I can apply for a job next semester, but I didn't want to think about working somewhere else. I don't want to blame Ashton for all of this, but if he hadn't bothered me while I was working then this wouldn't have happened. Ash coming to the library was our way of getting closer to one another when we first became friends. He would bring me food during my break, walk me to work, take me home, and eventually he just stayed there because he genuinely loved being there with me.
I don't regret any of that, but I wish that it didn't lead to me losing my job.
"So how angry with Ash are you?" Luke asks, playing with a paper napkin and shaping it into an odd looking swan. "From the way you were yelling at him, you seemed pretty pissed. If I hadn't gotten out of my class early and saw you two, who knows what else you would've said or done."
"I'm not as angry as I was before, but I'm still pissed," I say. "I honestly didn't start getting angry until he started apologizing."
His brows furrow together and I don't blame him; my statement doesn't really make sense. "Why would you get angry at that?" he asks.
I shrug. "I just didn't want to hear it."
My reasoning sounds so stupid now that I hear myself say it aloud. Ashton probably feels like shit because of this entire situation and I more than likely made him feel worse.
Breaking me from my thoughts, my phone begins vibrating on the table and Michael's name pops up on the caller ID.
"Hey, Mikey," I answer.
"Emmie, where'd you go?" Michael asks. "Both you and Ash just took off and left me here. You left all your stuff here too and I don't like staying in the library alone," he says.
"Sorry. I'm at the Starbucks in the Student Union with Luke. Do you mind bringing my stuff over here?"
"Yeah, I'll head over there now."
Michael hangs up immediately and it only takes him about ten minutes to get over here. For someone who doesn't like physical activity like me, he sure knows how to power walk. I had to fill him in on mine and Ash's fight and he calls Ash and idiot.
"So what are you going to do?" Michael asks. "Are you going to talk to him?"
"Maybe later," I say softly. I'm being so stubborn right now, but I can't help that I'm mad and upset that I have not only finals to worry about, but finding another job.
"Don't put it off for too long," Luke advises.
I don't accept or deny Luke's advice; I just stay silent as I continue sitting with the two boys until they give me a ride to my apartment.
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In the end, I didn't listen to Luke. I didn't call Ashton when I got home that night. I did send him a text though, saying that I was home and that I'm not ready to talk. He replied by saying that he loves me and said sorry again which irritated me, but I dropped it because I know that he just wants to make things right. I didn't sleep well that night.
I avoided Ashton on Tuesday and he didn't even show up once at the library while I was working. He did send me a text telling me to have a good day which I thought was sweet. Finn had to be an ass while I was working and asked why my boyfriend wasn't messing with me like usual. I was actually on the verge of swearing at him and telling him to fuck off, but that would just make matters worse.
I contemplated calling Ash on Wednesday but Calum had sent me a text and told me that Ashton had pulled an all-nighter studying and didn't go to bed until ten in the morning and that I should just let him sleep. I had to go to communications alone again and it was god awful. Everyone who was paired up for the project all sat together and I was the only one who sat alone in my usual spot. However, the guy that sits in front of me whose name I can never remember did turn around to say hi and ask where Ashton was. I lied to him and said that he wasn't feeling well that day.
I was lonely during class. Ashton is great company and even though he can be annoying at times, his presence alone is enough to make my day. In a way he reminded me of the sky after a storm. Even though the grey clouds that hover above darken everything below them, they always clear up and let the sun shine down brightly, bringing life to the prior gloomy surroundings.
When class ended, I drove over to his house to check up on him. Once I got to his front door and pulled out the house key, at that moment it dawned on me that Ashton wouldn't have given me this key if he didn't trust me. He has so much trust in the people who he cares about and I'm lucky enough to be one of those people. I will never understand how he was able to put his full trust in me from day one.
When I walked inside, the entire house was quite, although, I should have figured as much since the other guys are more than likely at school studying which I should be doing as well, but some things take precedence over others. I went upstairs and opened up Ashton's bedroom door slowly, not making a sound.
Just like Calum had said, Ashton was sleeping in his bed with a couple of textbooks and papers scattered around his body and a pen barely hanging on for dear life in the palm of his hand. I was surprised that he even had to study for his classes, but I guess even business geniuses have to study too.
I kneeled down at the side of his bed and watched his relaxed sleeping face for a moment. I slid the pen out of his hand and gathered all the books and papers and placed them over on his desk before returning back to my previous position.
"Hey, Ash," I whispered, placing my hand on his limp one. He stirred a bit, but he didn't wake up to my touch or voice. "I'm not mad at you anymore. Well, that's a lie. I am still a little mad that I won't be working at the library, but I don't blame you anymore, not entirely." I waited for him to respond even though I knew he was asleep, but he didn't move a single muscle. His light snores were a dead giveaway that he didn't even hear a word I said.
I didn't stay long with him like I normally would because I still had class, but I did give him a chaste kiss on his head before heading back to campus and staying there until late in the evening and then going back to the apartment where Julia and I had a major study session.
Early Thursday morning (and I mean early as in the moon is still high in the sky and the sun is still sleeping by the southern hemisphere) I got a call from Ashton. I was extremely tired to the point where I couldn't even pick up the phone. The best that I was able to do was listen to the voice message that he left.
"Emmie?" Ashton's late-night husky voice was enough to make me somewhat alert and stay conscious enough to listen to his entire message. "Did you come over yesterday? I could've sworn I heard you talking to me. I don't know why I'm even asking you a question when you can't respond right now." He chuckled softly and then took a deep breath. "It was nice hearing your voice earlier. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow-err, I mean today, technically? I love you."
Hearing his voice before falling asleep again was more than I could have asked for. It was nice to actually get some sleep that night.
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After waking up in a good mood and going to class with Michael, I went over to the library for my shift and I'm shocked to see Ashton's curly head at one of the tables with his books and notes spread out in front of him. Finn is nowhere to be seen and the other student workers were huddled around the front desk gossiping. I walk around them and put by backpack in the cabinet behind the desk when I hear one of them call my name.
"Hey, Emilia," Irene says. "Did you hear about Finn?"
I shake my head. "What happened?"
"Apparently he has been telling some of the girls who work here that he has to do a report over our performance or some shit and then telling us that we're not fit to work here and then he tried making a move us. He didn't say anything like that to the guys, only the girls. He's such a douche..." Wait, so it wasn't just me? "Did he say or do anything like that to you?" she asks.
I nod. "Yeah, he said that I was getting too distracted and that I can't work here next semester." Not to mention the shoulder and thigh touching.
"He said the same thing to me as well," she says. "I don't know who, but someone found out that the report thing isn't even real, so the financial aid office fired him and he can't apply for any work-study jobs due to abusing the power of his position."
What the fuck, Finn?
I never liked him, but I never expected for him to do something like that. And why did he only target the girls? He always thought he was better than everyone because he got the special title of 'Student Supervisor' which to him was the equivalent to being king of the library.
"So who's the supervisor now?" I ask and Irene looks to the other workers who all point to a piece of paper sitting on the front desk. I make my way over and read the black print:
SPRING SEMESTER LIBRARY STUDENT SUPERVISOR: EMILIA ANDERSON
I continue to scan the white paper over and over again, hoping that there is a typo or someone else named Emilia Anderson here. This has to be a mistake. I haven't even applied for next semester's work-study, yet I already have a position.
I turn around and look across the room to where Ashton is and he's sitting sideways in his chair, his arm dangling over the back with a blank expression on his face.
Of course.
I should have known all along that Ashton would do something like this. He knows the ins and outs of the business field and what job duties each position consists of. He's the only one who would take the time to dig and find out what Finn can and can't do as well as figure out why I was threatened to be fired over such a ridiculous reason.
I walk over to his table and once in front of him, I say softly, "I told you to not do anything." Not a trace of anger or irritation is in my tone.
He runs his hand through his hair and pushes it slightly to the side. "I know."
Moving around to the other side of the table, I sit in the chair opposite to Ashton and rest my crossed arms on the table and focus on his dull hazel eyes. "Then why did you?"
"Because I know that even though you may complain about your job sometimes, this place means a lot to you and I couldn't let that be taken from you."
"How did you find out about Finn?"
"Do you remember Linda?" he asks, slouching in his seat and I nod. How can I forget resting bitch face, hipster Linda? "Well, I ran into her on Monday after you yelled at me and I remembered her telling me that she used to work in the library when I came with her to study that one time. I asked her if when she was working here, if the student supervisor actually did reports over the workers because when Finn was telling you that, it sounded a bit sketchy and not to mention absurd. And the way he touched you-" he pauses briefly, "-it was extremely out of line. Anyway, I may not know much about work-studies, but I do know that a supervisor and a student one at that does not have the right to make those types of decisions. So when I asked Linda, she said that her supervisor at the time never did anything like that. After prying my arm away from her-"
I interrupt, "Why did you have to pry your arm away from her?" Does that girl not know how to keep her hands to herself?
Ashton scratches the back of his neck and sighs. "I had to make a deal with her. In exchange for her answer, I had to let her feel my biceps."
I guess she didn't get a good enough feel the last time. I know they're nice and firm, but not even I need to get a feel of them every time I'm with him. And I have full access to them! Fuckin' hipster Linda and her horny self.
"Oh, okay." I keep my cool even though I don't like that Linda did that. "Continue."
He clears his throat and begins his explanation again. "After that, I went and asked the other workers while you weren't here if they have been told something similar to you and mostly all of the girls did, but none of the guys. So I went up to the financial aid office and asked if the report thing was real and they said no which set off a red flag. I told them about Finn and I'm pretty sure you know the rest."
I'm angry with him for doing exactly what I told him not to do, but he went above and beyond to get down to the bottom of everything and make things right. I even have a new position for next semester so I don't have to worry about my tuition. The things he does for me are unfathomable and he does it because he wants for me to be happy even if in the process, it makes me angry and not want anything to do with him.
"Are you still mad?" he asks, breaking the silence between us.
I inhale deeply and throw my head back and let it hang over the back of the chair. "I'm angry that you did what I told you not to do, but other than that, no."
He nods and the corner of his lips rise slightly before falling into seriousness. "I missed you."
I bring my head back up. "Me too."
"What have you been doing these past couple of days?" he asks, closing the textbook in front of him.
"Studying like a madman," I joke.
He chuckles. "I figured."
I want to stay here and keep talking to him, but I almost forgot that I still have to work. "Ash, I need to-"
"I know. Get to work, missy," he teases, finally showing me his luminous smile. "I'm just going to study so try not to get too distracted." He winks.
I giggle. "I'll try not to," I say before walking over to the front desk and sitting down.
Kindhearted. Thoughtful. Selfless. Witty. Caring. Helpful. Loving. How was I unable to describe Ashton until now? I guess time apart makes you really view a person almost like a stranger would. Since I'm always with Ashton, I don't get an outside perspective of him, but now that I was able to with this fight, that's all it took for me to finally find a few of the many words that describe him.
I turn around in my chair and see Ashton's back turned to me as he studies. With little thought, I head back over to Ashton, grab his hand and pull him up from his seat, and drag him over to the file room where I lock the door behind us.
"What are you doing?" he asks, completely perplexed by my haste action.
"I-I'm not sure," I stammer.
"Then do you mind if I try to find out?" He licks his lips and pushes me back against one of the metal file cabinets.
I don't have time to answer before his lips crash onto mine. One of his hands rests on my cheek while the other slides under my shirt and runs up and down my waist. I move my hands to the back of his neck to pull him down to my level. He slips his tongue between my parted lips and my knees almost buckle beneath me due to my elation from his missed touch.
"Four days," he says, pulling back slightly; our lips still grazing against each other. "It's been four days since I've kissed you and you don't know how much I missed it."
Keeping my eyes closed, I smile. "I think I do." I cut the distance between us and press my lips to his again. His lips were wet and his stubble is rough, but I don't care. I missed this feeling of pure ecstasy; the feeling of getting lost in him. His taste, his calloused hands that roam my skin, his soft, yet chapped lips against mine; it's all so wonderful.
Those few words that describe him barely scratch the surface as to why I love him so much. I'm not even sure why I do, but I don't question it because I'm happy and my life is so much livelier with him in it.
He pulls away for a breather and barely opens his eyes. His hands continue to feel every part of my skin that he has access to. "Please give me a little advanced notice the next time you want to pull me into a room so that we can make out because even though I want to keep doing this-" he pecks my lips, "-I really need to study and you need to work."
"Afterwards?" I breathe.
He leans his forehead against mine and smiles. "Afterwards, we can continue."
"I'll see you at the end of my shift then."
"I'll be waiting."
After what seemed like my longest shift at work ever, I rub my eyes and stretch my arms out as I yawn.
"Tired?" Ashton asks as he leans against the front desk.
I nod and grab my backpack from the cabinet and wobble over to Ashton.
"Give me your bag," he says, holding his hand out.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to give you a piggyback ride," he says casually. "You look like you're going to drop dead any second."
"Well, it is dead week..."
Ashton drops his backpack to the floor, turns his back to me and then bends down. "Hop on."
"But how are you going to carry our stuff."
"I'll figure it out, just get on."
I look from side-to-side and see several other students staring at us. "Ash, can we do this outside? People are watching."
"No can do. Now hurry up."
Knowing that when Ashton makes a decision, there's no going against it, so I hop onto his back and wrap my arms around his neck while he holds me in place with his arms underneath my knees. He grabs both of our bags with his hands, still managing to keep his balance with me on him and scurries out of the library.
I drop my head onto his shoulder and close my eyes as he walks through the biting wind over to his car. "I'm sorry that I got so mad at you," I mumble into his jacket. "I don't like fighting with you."
"It's going to happen sometimes, Emmie," he says, whipping his hair out of his face. "I'd put more of the blame for this fight on Finn, but it was still a fight nonetheless. We're going to have our ups and downs."
"I know," I whisper, letting my body relax and succumb to my extreme drowsiness.
"But no matter when we fight, just know that there is nothing that you can say or do that will make me love you any less."
Before letting my conscious fade, I smile lazily and say, "The same goes for you."
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A/N:
SURPRISE UPDATE! :3
I just want to say what the hell happened? Twenty chapters ago I was at like 2k and now I'm almost about to hit 80k?? You guys are seriously amazing and I love you all for sticking around to read my story.
Please continue what you've been doing and vote, comment, and share this story!
Also, follow my tumblr rdysasi-official and talk to me!! I like getting questions and stuff from you guys. It makes me happy whenever I see that little notification :)
Love you all!! -Rebecca
P.S. My best friend's wedding was amazing and I was freezing because it was outdoors and the temperature was below freezing and then there was sleet and snow and I caught her bouquet!! So now I am fully expecting an encounter with Ashton and for him to fall in love with me :)