ashton was walking down the street, minding his own business with his hands clasped tightly and his eyes stuck to his ratty white converse. all of a sudden, he heard someone bound up next to him and skid to a stop. he looked up to see a boy that looked around his age, maybe a bit older. the teen waved slightly.
"hey cutie," he winked, standing in front of him. "what's your name?"
ashton raised an eyebrow, shoving past him and continuing to walk. the other huffed, turning and going after him.
"who even are you, bro?" ashton rolled his eyes, stopping abruptly.
"you don't know who i am?" he smirked. "i'm michael clifford."
"oh, i've heard of you. you're the school fuckboy." the blonde scoffed. he began down the road again, michael relentlessly following. they probably looked strange. after all they were practically racing each other to the school.
"you got that right. wanna tell me what your name is now?" he asked curiously.
"no."
"well damn."
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CLICHE - MASHTON
Romancea typical cliche love story between the bad boy and the innocent boy (except he's not so innocent) highest ranking: #18 in calumhood
