Ты feel your phone buzzing in your pocket and answer it. "Hello?" "Hey Ashleigh! It's me Dal!" "Hey Dal!" It's good to hear that familiar voice, Ты think to yourself. "Listen, I just got outta jail, Ты wanna meet up?" He asks. "Yeah, of course!" "Ok, see ya at mine in ten minutes." "Bye!" Ты exclaim. You've known Dally since Ты were three years old. Ты could count on him for anything. Ты hurry to Dal's house remembering lots of thing Ты two have been through together. Ты take a deep breath and right as your about to knock on the door Dal opens it. "ASH!" He exclaimed hugging you! "DAL!" Ты yell returning the hug. "I've missed ya kid." "Kid? I'm only a few weeks younger than you!" Ты protest. "Still. Эй,
I wanna Показать Ты somethin'." He takes your hand and leads Ты out of the house. "Close your eyes." "Kay but if Ты make me run into anything I swear I'll murder you." Ты laugh. Not longer than a минута или two before Dallas tells Ты to open your eyes. Ты open them to see a таблица with white Розы in the middle. "What do ya think?" "Dal, this is great!" Ты look on the таблица to see two pb&j sandwiches. "Classy Dallas Winston." Ты giggle. "So what made Ты decide to do this?" Ты question. "Well, this inmate of mine was talkin' to me about how he missed his sister's wedding because of jail. We were talkin' about our lives for some reason and Ты came into the conversation. He made me promise him that I'd ask Ты to be my girl when I got out. I'm keeping that promise. Will Ты be my girl Ashleigh?" He explains. Ты sit there shocked for a while. "Yes." Ты smile. "Yes I'll be your girl!!" Ты squeal jumping out of your сиденье, место, сиденья and giving him a hug. And that was the start of a very happy relationship.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down Далее to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like Ты that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.
