"I'm sorry." I excuse myself and run upstairs...

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I run to my room and shut the door.
I stand in the middle of the room, not sure what to do.


Tears fall slowly off my cheeks to the ground.


I fucked everything up. I always do.
I can't even go down anymore. It won't be the same.


I let Mike down..


A sudden crack of the door gets me out of my thoughts.
Ashton peeks his head out before opening the door totally.


He walks in and closes the door. Then he walks to me and wrap his arms around him.
I begin to cry in his chest.


"Sshh, it's okay.." He mumbles against my hair.
"It's not. I fucked it up. I always do." I sob.


"You didn't fuck it up. You were honest with your parents. If they would've been nice to each other then we wouldn't be in this situation. It's not your fault May."


"But I just could've pretend like I didn't care and just buy them a present. Then we wouldn't be in this situation either. Then Mike wouldn't be sad now and we would've been celebrating Christmas. "


"But you didn't. And you had full right to."
I sigh.


He kisses my forehead.
"Still, if I just bought something there wouldn't be such a situation."



"Well, we can't change the past. It's what you thought was best at that moment. You gotta let it go."


I sigh again and nod my head. He has a point.


"And now?" I mutter and look up at him.
"Well, you didn't open my present yet." He smiles.


He gets a cute wrapped present from behind his back.
I look from him to the present and back.


"You didn't have to buy me anything Ashton.." I mumble while he hands it to me.
"Just open it." He smiles.


I sit on my bed and slowly get the ribbon off.


Then I carefully get of the wrapping paper, afraid that I'll break what's inside if I'm too rough.
I open a box and inside is a beautiful necklace.





"Ashton.." I begin but I'm out if words.


"I thought a heart might be too soon." He smirks.
I smile.


"I wanted to ask you something.." He continues.


I look at him.


"Uh... This might be not the best time, with the whole scene downstairs but.... Would you like to be.. My girlfriend?"


I stare at him.


He's waiting nervously for an answer.
I want to answer his question so badly.



But do I wanna be his girlfriend?

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