ashton looked at the screen on his phone, his jaw clenching a bit at the photo he was looking at. it was you, but with another guy. it hurt to see you with somebody else. i craved your touch almost everyday and missed the sound of your laugh. i missed the taste of your lips and the smell of your pretty soft hair. he missed so many things about you that it could go on. the sandy hair boy sighed, leaning against the couch as his mind flooded with thoughts. he pictured you doing things the two of you always did, but with that stupid guy. he saw you and him (not really) dancing in the kitchen at two in the morning to a playlist he created for you with all of the songs that you both loved, making pancakes because you were hungry. he wouldn't stop smiling seeing you use the spatula as a microphone as you sang along, twirling around in his shirt before saying, "oh shit the pancakes!" running to the stove to flip over a pitch black cake. ashton would tease you as you just mumble a quiet, "fuck off" throwing the burnt pancake in the trash and starting over. he'd apologize quickly after, kissing your cheek and hugging you from behind, swaying your bodies together as a slow song played, probably ed sheeran, him softly singing along as you watched the pancake. he could hear your heart racing out of your chest but his was too so it was okay. once you flipped the pancake, you'd spin around in his arms,
facing him, looking in his gorgeous hazel eyes. ashton would press your noses together, quickly giggling as you hold his face, whispering a "i love you" before pulling into meet his lips. ashton opened his eyes again, breathing heavy as he came back to reality... realizing that it was just a dream and that it wasnt with him, but with somebody else.
