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emma

ash: emmmamaaaa have i aevear tokd ypu ypoar realy praetty

ash:  and exeamyely ficksable

me: ash?

me:are you okay?

ash:calom was txetign his gilrfeirnd adn so i wnated to txet mnie

me: ashton i think you have the wrong number

ash:no tihs is em my grilfriend

me:ashton are you drunk

ash: yes

ash:  no

ash:mabye

ash:i onnly had oen drnik

ash:plsu fiftene

me:jesus ash

me:why did you get drunk

ash:becasue i ketp thikning abuot yuo em

ash:it wsa awflu because i jsut wnated to be wiht yuo

me:ashton you don't know what you're saying

Incoming Call: ash

I groaned and pressed the accept button. As much as I blushed at his words, he didn't mean them. He probably mean't to text some groupie.

"Em?" Ashton slurred on the other end and I sighed.

"Yes, Ash." I took a deep breath, "Why did you call me?"

"Because I miss you." He sang, carrying out the 'ou'.

I chuckled lightly, "You're drunk."

He hiccupped on the other end, "Am not." I pictured a beautiful pout drawn onto his features.

"You only text me because I am a fan, Ashton. No matter how many times you deny it, you think of me as an insane fan." I sighed and he hiccupped again on the other line.

"Nuh-uh." He huffed, "Also I am sticking my tongue out at you right now." He slurred.

I giggled, "Go to bed, Ash."

I heard him yaw, "Alrighty, Em. Text me tomorrow."

"I will, Ash."

And there was no doubt in my mind that I would.

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THIS IS SO SHORT AND SHITTY BUT I LIKE IT AND I'M DOING A DOUBLE UPDATE SOOO YAYAYAYAYYA. AND SORRY IF IT SEEMS LIKE I'M RUSHING BUT I PROMISE IM NOT.