All I Need ✘ [Hemmings] (On Hold)

eleven: Is He Ever Going to Leave Me Alone?

Ashton: let's hang

me: sorry I can't. kinda just want to hang at home //:

Ashton: can I come?

me: not today. text you later.

Ashton: k

After shoving my phone back into my pocket, I hop into my car and head to the mall to shop for Luke's birthday present. I had always been a last minute shopper, but I swore that this time was going to be different. Everything had to be perfect for Luke; but what do you get for the guy who could buy anything?

Finally, I get an idea. Gathering up my things, I walk into Macy's and make my request. "When will it be ready? I can just pick it up," I explain, sending the employee a smile.

"How does 5:30 sound?" she asks.

"Great," I respond before making my way out of the store. My stomach grumbles, reminding me that I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast.

"Hi, can I get an eight piece nugget and a Dr. Pepper, please?" I ask the Chick-Fil-A employee.

"Coming right up!" he replies, offering me an overly perky smile. I move over a few feet, watching for an employee to hand my order back. Finally, after a few minutes, they get my attention and I take the tray gratefully, heading over to an empty table. When one finally comes into view, I take a seat, looking up when someone sits down across from me.

"Hi, Ashton," I say, sighing after looking up. God, is he ever going to leave me alone? "Wait," I say, wiping my face with a napkin. "Why are you here? Isn't it, you know, unsafe?" I ask.

He only shrugs, looking completely unaffected by it. "Not really."

Ashton drums his long fingers on the table. "Are you still mad at me?" he finally asks, training his attention on a tile of the table.

I stay silent, picking up my last nugget and putting it into my mouth.

Ashton takes that as his cue to stand up. "I'll take that as a yes, then," he mumbles, kicking the air with his foot. With one last sigh, he turns around and walks away, leaving me in peace.

***

"Hey, uh, call me back as soon as you get this," I breathe, biting the inside of my cheek before continuing. "Um, thanks, I guess. Bye."

I throw my phone back onto my bed, hiding my heads in my hands in embarrassing. Award for 'Most Embarrassing Voicemail' goes to... me.

My phone begins to vibrate, but much to my dismay, it isn't Luke. "Hey, Emeri," I say, the corners of my lips turning up.

"It's about time we talked," she complains.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Just listening to music and scrolling through Instagram. What about you?"

"You're boring in case you didn't know. I'm actually laying on my bed doing nothing."

"Waiting for Luke to reach you, I presume," she says, snorting. I roll my eyes.

"Pretty much," I admit, face flushed.

"Well, the only advice I can give you is to wait."

"Thanks," I reply, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Welcome! Hey, just watch Netflix or something; there's no use worrying about it."

"Netflix is overrated," I say, suppressing a groan.