"Why are you walking so fast?" I groaned, trying to keep up with Ashton as he dragged me through the crowded hallway. It was only lunchtime, and I couldn't understand why Ashton was so eager to go eat.

"Would you rather that we slowed it down a little?" Ashton stopped walking and turned around, pulling me towards him. He put his hands on my waist and pressed me against his body, dipping his head down and connecting his lips to mine.

His lips were soft and warm against mine, moving slowly and making me feel as though time was freezing around us. Suddenly we were in a crowded hallway anymore, we were in our own little world. Our mouths molded together perfectly while his hands felt all over my body. It was like we were completely alone, away from everyone else. When I was with Ashton I was able to escape everything, I had no worries.

I pulled away from Ashton, giggling softly as he brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes. He pressed his forehead against mine, his breathing still heavy. We stayed staring at each other for at least a minute after that, still lost in nothing else but each other. It was funny, how strong of an affect we seemed to have on one another.

"Get a room, you two." Calum walked by, slapping Ashton on the back of his head. He waved to us both as he continued to walk down the hall, making his way to the lunchroom on his own.

"I can't believe we just did that in public." I laughed, taking a step back.

"It wasn't that bad." Ashton shrugged. He took my hands in his again, lacing and unlacing our fingers together.

"I feel like everyone was watching us." I bit my lip, glancing around the hallway. No one seemed to be staring at us, which I considered a good thing. Maybe Ashton and I actually were in our own little world and had gone by unnoticed.

"Let's just wait until later tonight." Ashton smiled at me, playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

"What's tonight?" I asked.

"We're going to do some cute romantic shit." Ashton decided, not asking for my consent. Of course I was totally fine with whatever "romantic shit" Ashton wanted to do, I was just surprised that he had chose to be so bold and spring it on me like this.

"Cute romantic shit?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah. You said your parents wouldn't be home tonight..." Ashton's voice trailed off, like he didn't want to finish the sentence.

"So what are you implying?" I asked. Though I had an idea of what Ashton wanted to do tonight, I wanted to know what he really had planned. We could have had totally different ideas.

"You know.." He wiggled his eyebrows again, before he began to blush and take his stare away from me, now looking down at the floor.

"Ashton! You're such a boy!" I gasped, jokingly slapping him on the arm.

"I'm sorry!" He laughed, finally looking back up at me. "We don't have to make out the whole time, we can cuddle or something."

"'Or something'," I joked, using air quotes.

"We can go buy Mexican food." Ashton suggested. He knew that he could always win me over with that, Mexican food was probably the only thing I would never say no to.

"Alright, I'm sold." I nodded.

"Okay, Murphy. Prepare for a night of kissing, cuddling, and Mexican food." Ashton laughed.

"Oh, I'm prepared." I smirked up at Ashton, who had stepped even closer to me in the last few seconds. I was about to lean into him once more when something, or rather someone, caught my eye from down the hall.

"Hey, I forgot a book in my locker, why don't you just meet me in the lunchroom?" I said, quickly pulling myself away from Ashton.

"Murphy you're always forgetting books in your locker." Ashton rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll go find us a table. See you in a few minutes." He leaned in fast and left a small kiss on my forehead before turning away from me and heading in the direction of the lunchroom.

I sighed and made my way over to a Michael, who had just come out of the dark room, like, for photography. He was leaning against a row of lockers, looking back and forth and up and down like he was looking out for something. He kept running his hands through his hair, that had recently been re-dyed, the once purple color had shifted into a mix of red and black.

"Since when are you into photography?" I asked, leaning up against a locker next to him.

"I'm not." Michael looked up, a panicked expression on his face.

"What were you doing in the dark room then?" I laughed, nudging his shoulder with mine.

"Why do you care?" He asked quickly. Obviously he was stressed out about something, I was just working on getting it out of him.

I laughed, looking Michael up and down once. "Well, your zipper's down..."

"Fuck." Michael groaned, but still didn't bother zipping up his pants."Don't say anything to Ashton about it."

"What's her name?" I asked, now knowing that a girl had made Michael act this way. I thought it was kind of cute that he had clearly developed a little crush on someone, I was getting sick of the way Michael seemed to always keep his feelings bottled up.

"I'm not telling you!" Michael snapped. He turned around to face me, his eyes going wide at the realization that he had just completely given himself away.

"You like her?" I questioned.

"Definitely not." He shook his head, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"Then why is your zipper down?" I giggled at the fact that he still hadn't fixed that, and was standing here in the hallway for practically the whole world to see.

"Things are a little complicated with her right now." Michael sighed.

"What are you, friends with benefits?" I asked. I didn't see how Michael could like this girl and obviously have something going on with her and not do anything about it. They were either just having sex for fun or there was something wrong with her, whoever she was.

"No, I mean.. No we didn't agree on that. She has a boyfriend." Michael replied slowly, trying to put a proper answer together.

"A boyfriend? So she's cheating on him?" I asked.

"They're going to break up soon. He's in college, lives on the other side of town." He shrugged, running his fingers through his hair again. He breathed out slowly, still stressed out about whatever had just occurred a few minutes before.

"Ooh, she's dating a college guy?" I laughed. If this girl was in Michael's grade, then she was doing pretty good. I didn't even know any girls in my grade that were with someone in college right now.

"Yeah but he cheated on her, he knocked someone up." Michael explained bluntly, acting like I didn't want to hear the full story.

"Knocked who up?" I stood up straight and faced Michael, suddenly more interested than I should be.

"I've said too much, haven't I?" Michael smirked. He pushed himself off of the locker and began to walk away, but I grabbed onto the hood of his sweatshirt and pulled him back to me.

"No you haven't. Get back here." I pushed him against the lockers once more and stepped forward, not giving him much room to move.

"I never said he got Brooke pregnant." Michael said, shaking his head again. He had just blown it for himself now. I wish I had found him a girl to fall for sooner, it would have been a lot easier to get things out of him.

"I never asked if he did." I paused. "Did he?"

"I would rather not answer that." Michael tried to give me an innocent smile, hoping that I would let him go now.

"You're impossible!" I groaned. I finally stepped back again, giving him the freedom to leave if he really wanted to. He didn't, though, and stayed exactly where I had placed him before.

"I'm sorry." He laughed. I rolled my eyes again, giving up on finding out any more secrets for today.

"So anyway, about this girl." I moved on, now waning to know the details of Michael's new love life.

"What about her?" He scoffed,

"Do you talk to her too?" I asked.

"No."

"Why? Has she done something bad to you?" I sighed, still not understanding Michael's logic behind all of this not-talking business.

"Not yet. I'm getting a head start." Michael shrugged. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to hide a smile as it grew on his lips.

"You don't even like her, though. Why won't you just talk to her?" I asked.

Michael sighed, reaching behind him and scratching the back of his neck. "It's complicated."

"So did she kiss you first then, or did you provoke it? Since you don't like her and all." I laughed, looking up at Michael.

"Who said I kissed her?" Michael raised an eyebrow. I could tell that he was trying to fake me out, but it really wasn't working. I had learned that Michael wasn't great in situations like this. He tried to be a badass all the time but when it came to me questioning him he got a little vulnerable, putting a stop to his whole mysterious persona.

"Your zipper."

"Oh, right." Michael chuckled nervously. "I kissed her, I think. It wasn't exactly a kiss, it was a - I don't know, we kinda made out."

"Well I assumed that it was more than just a kiss. Your zipper is still down by the way." I laughed again at the fact that he still hadn't fixed it.

"Stop it." Michael snapped. He turned away from me for a moment and fixed the zipper before turning back, a big fake smile plastered on his face. "There, are you happy?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"I'm so confused." Michael groaned, he leaned back until his head hit one of the lockers, not even wincing as it came in contact with him.

"About this girl?" I asked sarcastically. Michael didn't have a lot to be confused about at the moment, I knew it was the girl.

"Of course I'm confused about her." Michael rolled his eyes, not amusing by my joking.

"I think you like her." I sang, rocking back and forth on my heels.

"I think I don't." Michael said stubbornly. He folded his arms over his chest and stood up straight again, staring down at me with more intensity than before.

I noticed Michael's face begin to turn a light shade of pink, and I decided to bother him about it. "You're blushing."

"I am not!" Michael stomped his foot on the ground, his arms still crossed. I swear sometimes he acted like such a little kid. "Where's Ashton, shouldn't you be making out with him and talking about that dumb band or something?"

"He's waiting for me, he won't mind if I take a few extra minutes to get down there." I shrugged.

"I'm confused!" Michael blurted out, sounding more whiney than he probably intended.

"I'm trying to help!" I said, suddenly feeling bad for Michael. He literally had no one else to talk about this stuff with, I was the only person he ever spoke to. He couldn't get help from anyone else, and I wasn't doing the best job of helping him out.

"Why are girls so complicated?" Michael whined. He slid down the lockers until he reached the floor, curling his legs up underneath him. I sat down next to him, now focused on doing my best to comfort him.

"Why is it complicated?" I asked.

"She has a boyfriend but we keep...doing things. I don't like that." Michael sighed. I was thankful that he was choosing to be so open about this with me, usually he was so secretive.

"What do you mean you don't like it?"

"I don't like the idea of her cheating on him, no matter how many times she's told me they're going to end it soon." Michael elaborated further, licking his lips as he spoke.

"Did you tell her that?" I questioned.

"I don't talk to her." He shook his head. "It's weird, I don't even like her."

"I still think you do." I shrugged, knowing that I was right. Michael was just being stubborn.

"Whatever." Michael groaned. We sat in silence for a few more minutes before I decided to get up, figuring that Ashton was probably sick of waiting for me. Michael stood up as well and gave me a small nod as we parted ways, both of us prepared to pretend the whole conversation never happened.

-

"I'm disappointed." Ashton said suddenly. He set his now empty plate down on the table in front of us and grabbed the remote, turning off the TV.

"What?" I asked, sitting up from where I was resting my head on Ashton's chest so I could see him.

"I'm disappointed." He repeated. "In you, in me."

"I don't really understand." I raised an eyebrow at him, not seeing whatever point he was trying to make.

Ashton rose from his spot next to me. "Danielle Murphy, the second I saw you I knew that you were beautiful, and smart, and potentially even a little funny. But I also assumed that you were a bit of a spoiled brat, and you were very annoying when we first started talking, and you asked so many questions."

"What does this have to do with anything?" I asked.

"You also have a habit of interrupting me!" Ashton yelled. He picked up my hand and clapped it over my own mouth, like that would stop me from talking anymore.

"You can continue." I said, my words muffled by my hand.

"I've been through some shit in the past year that really wasn't fair, and I felt that you weren't even going to think twice about it. I assumed that you only cared about getting your car keys back and once you did you would forget that I ever existed. But it was different." Ashton said and I nodded, not wanting to interrupt again.

"I told myself that I was going to put up a fight, that I wasn't going to let you in and let you break down these walls that I had built up so high around myself for the past few months. So, Murphy, I am very disappointed that I didn't keep my word with myself." Ashton finished, removing my hand from my mouth and giving me permission to speak again.

"So all of this is a bad thing?" I asked. "You don't like what we've become?"

"Not at all. I didn't mean it like that, I just meant...I had this plan that I wanted to stick to, you know? And - and the second that I let you in the plan totally went out the window." Ashton stammered, realizing that he was making this sound a lot worse than he had meant.

"So it's a good thing?" I asked.

"Yes, a very good thing." Ashton nodded. "I didn't really mean for this to happen, but it did. And you're helping me, Murphy, you really are."

"I'm trying." I laughed softly.

"I'm still trying to figure things out, Murphy. I'm not sure what exactly I want to do with my life, if I ever want to find a job, get married, have kids. My whole world came crashing down around me a few months ago and I'm still working on putting it back together." Ashton paused.

"You don't have to - " Ashton interrupted me before I could finish.

"But as of right now I know that I want you, very, very, badly."

"I want you too." I whispered, glancing up at him for a second before flicking my eyes back down to my lap.

"I know that you don't want to replace Kenzie, and trust me, I don't want you to either. But shit, Murphy, you're the best thing that's happened to me since the night of the accident, and if I don't keep you in my life I don't know what I'll do." Ashton smiled, biting his lip.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked.

"I mean, I think that after over two months of us being friends and going on a few dates and doing other things like this, that we should maybe - I don't know." Ashton stopped talking and swallowed hard, like he just couldn't get the right words out.

I stared up at him, waiting for him go finish. I had a pretty good idea of what he was going to say and I was disappointed that he had stopped, thinking that maybe he had changing his mind. Finally, Ashton started to speak again.

"I - Murphy, be my girlfriend?" He asked, getting down on his knees so he was eye level with me.

"Are you proposing?" I joked, referring to the fact that he was sitting on his knees like that.

"No, I just felt awkward standing while you were one the couch. God, Murphy. There's nothing here for me to propose with!" Ashton said frustratedly, furiously looking around the room. "I have a fork, you want me to propose with a fork - ?"

"Ashton, Ashton. Stop." I laughed, making him face me again.

He stood up and walked over to the side of the couch, sitting down next to me again. "Are you going to answer my question then?"

"Yes." I nodded, laughing at the same time. "The answer is yes."

"Yes, as in, yes I should propose with a fork?" Ashton raised an eyebrow, purposely trying to annoy me.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend, you idiot!" I laughed, hitting Ashton on the chest.

"I knew that." Ashton scoffed, swatting my hand away from him. He scooted in closer to me, grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him.

"So what now, boyfriend?" I asked, shivering as Ashton's hands made their way up the back of my shirt.

"I think I have a few ideas, girlfriend." He smirked, finally leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. We fell back into the couch, soon becoming lost in our own little world yet again.

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this was a boring little filler but IM TOO TIRED TO WRITE ANYMORE GOODNIGHT FRIENDS I AM G O N E