《Ho Hey》XXII. You're My Sweetheart
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Chapter 22, You're My Sweetheart
Stop making fun of me, that's literally a hate crime.
My mind could run circled around Ashton and never get tired, that's how happy I was with him and we only just started dating, I guess I'm in the honeymoon stage as many people would like to call if.
I just believe that I'm happy with my partner and there's nothing wrong with that, I never told anyone that Dana was the one who helped me grow the courage to ask Ashton to be my boyfriend, everyone just thinks that I did it out of the bottom of my heart.
When in reality I couldn't look him in the eyes without crumbling down, he made my knees buckle with his touch everytime but people still believe that I just mustered up the courage to ask the school's bookworm out.
You would have never thought that the school's nice almost popular girl would ever date the school's quite bookworm, but opposites do attract.
That's literally the only thing I learned in chemistry, I didn't pay attention to anything else because I just simply don't like chemistry, I was simply laying in bed minding my business when my phone began to ring.
I groaned because I really don't want to talk to anyone at the moment, let me allow the process of realizing I'm in my very first healthy, cute relationship.
"What."
I spoke dryly as I sat up from my bed and rubbed my eyes, I was actually falling asleep but whoever needs me, needs me.
"Wow, i thought I was the one who needed help with my people skills."
Dana snorted at her own joke and smiled at me, we were on face time and I didn't realize that until my eyes readjusted to the fact that she was also in her room.
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I rolled my eyes playfully and got up from my bed to turn on my lights because my LEDs weren't doing me any justice, Dana then went on a rant on how she's proud of me for asking Ashton out.
"Did that kiss make you feel butterflies, did you see yourself in a wedding dress?"
Dana teased me, I stuck my middle finger up at her as I laughed with her before nodding my head a little awkwardly because he was my first kiss and he wasn't really that harsh with it nor was he weird about it.
He felt just right, and I know I'm gonna get called Goldie locks because I said he felt just right but the kiss really did feel perfect enough for me.
"Probably interrupted dream time, you wish he was in your bed!"
Dana went on to tease and practically bully me because I was really happy with my boyfriend and may or may not be drooling over him, the only thing is that they always mock me for everything.
Stop making fun of me, that's literally a hate crime.
Laughter bubbled up from my throat and I couldn't take myself seriously, I walked to my closet to grab some sweatpants and a croptop, I walked out of my room and decided that I wanted to go outside.
Whenever I'm on the phone with Dana, I always leave my house because her mouth has zero filter and I didn't know what she was going to say and when she was going to say it, I'm sure you all have that one friend or you are that friend.
I walked to the bus stop as Dana and I began to talk about different things that don't make any sense, I didn't care about whoever was around me because the conversation didn't really make any sense nor did it have context.
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Although my mind was running around the kiss that Ashton and I shared, I made sure to push it down for now because I didn't want Dana to think that I wasn't listening to her of that I didn't care about what she had to say.
"You love him, Kara, you don't even like him at this point."
Dana suspected as she squinted her eyes when she turned her bedroom lights on, I bit my bottom lip out of nervousness because I never even thought about loving someone in a romantic way.
I didn't think about loving anyone in a romantic way, I only ever thought about loving someone in a pretty platonic way.
"I never saw it like that, does everyone think that I love him?"
I asked as I waited for the bus to come, I was craving some ice cream and there was a shop near the diner that always served the best ice cream on the planet, Dana didn't even have to sugar coat things.
"They don't think it, they know it and if everyone knows it, then Ashton does too."
Dana answered bluntly, I looked at her with a neutral expression because she could have tried to sugar coat things or make it sound a little more sweet, but what did I expect when I'm talking to a girl that doesn't like being sweet too much.
She's like a porcupine, she seems like a cuddly and amazing person which she is but she has all these spikes around her that keeps people from trying to show her love.
But I'd take all of the spikes if that meant she knew how much I love her, she's been with me through all of my ups and downs, I have been with her through all of hers.
She deserves to know she's good enough for the love, you do too.
"He's my sweetheart, that's all I'm going to say."
I responded as I got on the bus, Dana and I continued to speak about the most out of pocket things that shouldn't be spoken about but, come on, what's being best friends if you don't bring up the most out of pocket things?
But it's true what I said, Ashton is my sweetheart and I maybe might accept the fact that I do love him.
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