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enjoy my face. :*
 
top row ; selfiez for dayz.
 
second row ; me and devon in guitar, me and sam at the baseball fields, clouds for jc lol, me and elaine imitating this guy at my school.
 
third row ; selfie, the girls in motion, selfies before grad night, and me and sam again.
 
bottom row ; selfie, selfie, the girls in motion again, and me and keaton. (;

i sat in wesley's lap, my head laying on his shoulder, in the waiting room downstairs at the hospital. keaton was rushed to the emergency room to check up on him, since he had been underwater for a while and had swallowed a lot of water trying to breathe. i had been crying since they took him, wesley trying to comfort me. he was pretty torn up over it, but it was rare to see wes cry over anything.
 
"keaton's going to be fine, ash. stop worrying about him," he said, rubbing my back.
 
"but what if he isn't?" i asked, lifting my head from his shoulder and wiping a tear from my cheek.
 
"don't think that way. have faith that he'll be alright and he will."
 
i nodded slowly, checking my phone. i had a few missed texts, but they weren't important right now. the only thing i was concerned with was making sure keaton was alright.
 
we sat there for a little while longer until a doctor came in, asking for us to come to keaton's room. he explained what had happened in the elevator on the way up to keaton's room.
 
"he's going to be alright, but the amount of salt water he swallowed has made him dehydrated, which will cause him to maybe be weak or confused for the next couple of days. just keep him drinking a lot of water or gatorade. he may have some slight lung damage as well, but he should be completely fine with that, other than having shortness of breath after long periods of extreme physical activity. as far as we can tell, he's just in a little bit of shock right now over the situation," the doctor explained, taking a short pause. "you kids are lucky you found him when you did."
 
i nodded. "thank you," i smiled softly.
 
we stood in silence for a few moments until the elevator stopped at our floor and the doctor led us into keaton's room. wesley squeezed my hand a little, walking over to where keaton was. i took in a deep breath. it was weird seeing keaton like this. "hi keats," i said, quietly, looking down at him.
 
"hey guys," he said. i could tell he was weak just by the way he was talking.
 
"you ready to get out of here?" wesley asked.
 
keaton nodded slowly, as the doctor's came over and started unhooking the machines from him. i shot keaton a tiny smile, and he smiled back at me.
 
"you're all set, keaton," the doctor said, wheeling a wheel chair over by keaton's bed and looked over at us, "you may want to have him use this for the next couple of the days, or until his strength comes back to keep him from doing too much."
 
we nodded, watching as the doctor helped keaton up and rolled him over to us. "just remember to keep him hydrated and no really salty foods for a little while. it'll just make him worse," the doctor finished.
 
we said thank you to the doctors, wheeling keaton down to the lobby. it was almost silent the entire way down between the three of us.
 
once we finished all of the paperwork, we piled into the car and drove back to the stromberg's house.
 
we got home, helping keaton onto the couch and getting him a tall glass of water.
 
"thank you, guys," he said, weakly, raising his arms up, looking for hugs.
 
i smiled and leaned over, hugging keaton carefully. he held onto me for a little longer than i expected him to, and then he let go. "your turn," he said, looking over at wesley.
 
he hugged keaton quickly, and looked over at me. "you must be pretty special, keats. wes doesn't ever hug anyone except for me," i laughed.
 
keaton laughed softly.
 
"you need anything else?" wesley asked.
 
"nope, not right now. i'll let you know if i change my mind," he shook his head.
 
wes and i nodded. "just get some rest. you seem pretty tired."
 
keaton nodded, laying his head down on the couch and was almost instantly asleep.
 
wesley and i exchanged glances, trying to think of something to do. since keaton was asleep, we needed to be quiet. but we couldn't go far in case he woke up and needed something.
 
wesley's eyes lit up, obviously having an idea. he picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder and walking towards the kitchen. he set me down on the counter walked over to one of the cabinets, looking through it. he pulled out a box of cake mix and everything we needed to make it.
 
we started mixing the ingredients together when wesley "accidentally" shot some of it at me.
 
"oh, it's on," i said, getting a scoop of the batter and throwing it at wesley.
 
it went on for a few minutes, until we realized there wasn't anything left. "dork," i said, laughing at him.
 
he lifted me up, setting me back on the counter. "this is why i set you down here originally. so you couldn't do that. now we don't have a cake to eat," he pouted.
 
"i have a better idea," i smirked.
 
wes must have caught on, because he planted his lips on mine, almost forcefully. we had a nice little make out session, until wesley pulled back, smirking at me.
 
"i know that face, wes," i said, letting out a small laugh.
 
"you do?" he asked, sarcastically.
 
"yes, i do."
 
"then you know what's coming next," he laughed, picking me up and leading me upstairs to his room, locking the door. it's not like anyone could walk in on us anyway. keaton was downstairs, asleep and wesley's parents were out of town for the last week of summer.

thinkin' bout you - frank ocean.
 
i'm going through this frank ocean obsession right now okay.
 
today was terrible. someone come cheer me up.
 
i'm just going to vent ; no one has to read this, haha.
 
so today started off really good. me and "guy" walked around school for like half an hour, messing around so we didn't have to go to first period. then when we finally got caught. but that's whatever. we went to second period, and he came in and asked my teacher for something he didn't even need, just so he could distract me so i could get out of doing work. third through fifth period were the egg drop, which was really fun. except that "ex-guy" was there. not that we talked or anything. but then we went to lunch and literally my entire day was ruined. my best friend asked me if i had heard about him and his new girl friend. no, i don't give a shit if he has a girl friend. i'm happy for him. but he could have at least told me. i mean, i tell him everything as soon as it happens. they'd been going out for a week. i don't know, i just thought he trusted me. i didn't see him after lunch, and i'm really glad i didn't. yeah, i like him. a lot. but its whatever. but he obviously doesn't care anymore.
 
tuesday should be interesting.

i paddled myself out into the ocean, wesley at my side the whole time.
 
"so, when i see a good wave for you, you're just going to kneel down on your feet and then gradually stand up," he said, reassuring me.
 
"you make it seem so easy," i said, shaking my head.
 
"it is easy."
 
"but what if i fall off?"
 
"don't panic. just swim. if you panic, you're just going to get hurt."
 
i nodded, listening to wesley carefully. i wanted to be able to go out and surf with him, but at the same time i was scared to death.
 
"now's your chance, just paddle out and remember what i said," he pointed out a wave in the distance. "you'll do fine, babe."
 
i smiled softly at him, paddling out towards the wave, as we approached each other quickly. i started to pull myself up and rode it back towards the shore. i seriously just did that. my first time ever surfing and i rode a wave all the way in.
 
once i got back on the sand, wes came running over to me, yelling about how proud he was of me. i laughed as he hugged me tightly, kissing my forehead. "i told you you had that," he said, excitedly.
 
"you film it?" i asked, looking down at wesley's hand, which was holding his phone.
 
"of course," he nodded.
 
"dork."
 
"i have to have proof that my girlfriend is a natural born surfing pro," he laughed, sitting down on the sand, pulling me into his lap.
 
"hey, so where's keaton?" i asked, glancing around and noticing he wasn't there.
 
"he went out right before you got back over here and i haven't seen him," he shrugged.
 
i jumped up, looking out into the water. "i don't see him anywhere. i see his board though." i started to panic a little, grabbing my board up from the sand. wesley grabbed his, running out the water, followed by me. we paddled out to near where his board was, and about ten feet ahead of it was keaton. he was drowning.
 
"wes! i found him!" i yelled over to him.
 
wesley paddled over, both of us surrounding keaton. i grabbed one of his arms, trying to at least keep his head out of the water while wes reached for his other arm. we lifted him up, laying him across his empty board. we pushed him back to shore as fast as we could. i grabbed wesley's phone, calling 911, while wes gave him mouth to mouth.

i woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking, still wrapped up in wesley's arms on the couch. we must have fallen asleep the night before, watching tv.
 
i laid there for a few minutes, watching wesley sleep. he was almost too perfect. i don't know what i ever did to deserve a guy like him. just as i was about to work my way out of wesley's strong arms, his eyes fluttered open. it took him a few seconds to wake up, but when he noticed me next to him he smiled softly. "good morning, princess," he said, sleepily.
 
"good morning," i said, smiling back at him.
 
"i think keaton's making breakfast," he said, smirking a little.
 
i laughed at wesley's comment. i loved that the first thing he thought of was food. "how about we go see?" i asked, brushing a piece of wes' hair back that had fallen onto his forehead.
 
"sounds good," he nodded, releasing me from his grip and stretching some.
 
i stood up from the couch, letting out a yawn and starting towards the kitchen.
 
"come on, sleepyhead," i giggled, stopping and looking back at wes, who was just now starting to sit up.
 
"oh shush," he laughed.
 
"i guess i'll just have to get mine first," i shrugged, walking on into kitchen.
 
"oh, hey," keaton looked up from the stove top, where he was cooking some bacon and eggs.
 
"hi," i said, walking over and examining his work. "looks good."
 
"thank youuuu," he sang out, turning off the stove. he started placing all of the food onto the plates and setting them onto the table. he made a glass of milk, a water, and protein shake for wes, setting those on the table too.
 
just about that time, wesley strolled in from the living room, rubbing his eyes. "morning." he sat down at his usual seat at the kitchen table and not even hesitating to start eating.
 
keaton and i sat down on either side of wes and started eating. it was awkwardly silent, so i figured i'd try to start up some kind of conversation.
 
"you're a really good chef, keats," i laughed.
 
"well thanks," he nodded, smiling a little.
 
wesley gave keaton a glare, finishing his plate. "so what are we doing today ash?" he asked.
 
"well, as long as i've lived in california, i've never learned how to surf and i've always wanted to. i was kind of thinking you guys could help me learn."
 
"i'll teach you," wes nodded, standing up and walking over to the sink, rinsing his plate off and setting it into the dishwasher.
 
"you wanna come with us?" i asked keaton.
 
"sure," he nodded, finishing off his food too and drinking down the rest of his milk. "it'll be fun."
 
wesley gave me a disapproving look. "yeah, tons of fun," he said, sarcastically.
 
"wesley," i hissed. i didn't want to be rude and leave keaton out of everything.
 
"hey, if wesley doesn't want me there, i won't go," he shrugged.
 
"no, you should come. i insist."
 
-- -- -- -- --
 
eh, this chapter was boring. i promise the next one won't be! i have plan, haha.
 
feedback on the new cover? (:

my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up) - fall out boy : 2 chainz remix.
 
fifteen days until summer vacation.
eleven school days left.
seventeen days until i see my best friend.

"well, i think you're funny and adorable and the perfect girlfriend, too," wesley said, grinning over at me.
 
it felt really good to finally let that out. i had been head over heels for him since the day i met him, which i'm just now realizing was exactly three years ago today. oh my god.
 
"wait, so you two..." keaton could barely get his words out.
 
"no, not technically," i said, biting my lip softly, glancing over at wesley and then looking back at keaton.
 
keaton nodded, on the verge of tears. "i'll leave you two alone then," he said, standing up and walking over to the staircase.
 
"i'm sorry, keaton," i said softly.
 
"don't worry about it," he nodded, turning around and looking back at me.
 
i took a few steps over to him and hugged him tightly. "i really do love you, keats. but i just don't know if we're actually meant to be together... can we still be friends?" i asked, pulling away from him.
 
"i'd like that," he said. "let me leave you two now. it seems like wes has something he needs to do," he winked at me and let out a small laugh, walking up the stairs and going into his bedroom.
 
"soooo," wesley laughed.
 
"sooo," i replied, mocking him.
 
"you wanna walk down on the beach?" he asked casually, like none of that had just happened.
 
"uh, sure."
 
he grabbed my hand tightly, and started leading me out onto the sand. it was really windy out and it looked like it was about to storm. i adjusted my snapback down on my head using my free hand, making sure it wasn't going to fly off of me.
 
once we got a little farther down onto the beach, it started raining lightly, and gradually got heavier.
 
"wesssssss, it's cold out here!" i giggled.
 
"well look what you're wearing!" he laughed.
 
he did have a point. i was in a loose tank top and short shorts. my typical summer outfit.
 
"if i had a jacket, i'd give it to you. not that it'd do much good with this rain."
 
"don't worry about it," i shrugged it off.
 
i stared out at the ocean,catching wesley staring at me from the corner of my eye.
 
"whaaat?" i asked him, turning to look at him too.
 
"you're perfect, ash." before i knew it, he leaned in, kissing me softly, but passionately on the lips. i kissed back, not giving a care in the world. it was the perfect moment. the pouring down rain, being on the beach, and being with the guy of my dreams.
 
he pulled away, looking down at me. "ashlynn, what do you say about being my girlfriend?"
 
"i say that'd be pretty amazing."
 
these stromberg boys definitely had a way to make a girl the happiest on earth.
 
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
 
i really want to change the title of this. i just feel like it doesn't really have anything to do with the story.
 
maybe i'll just change the picture to a picture of wes and keaton, since it's not really just keaton like i had originally planned.
 
opinions?
 
xoxoxo.

it's been over a month since i've talked to keaton and honestly, i really didn't care anymore. he's called me, left over fifteen messages, and texted me more than fifty times, trying to get an explanation and apologize. but i wasn't falling into his trap again.
 
/buzz/ my phone vibrated on my leg one more time. "oh my god, i swear if he texts me one more time." i said out loud, picking my phone up and looking at the screen.
 
'ashlynn, we really really need to talk. this has been going on way too long.'
 
"keaton again?" ever since the night of the party, wesley and i have pretty much been inseparable. no, we weren't dating or anything. but we've gotten to be really close. keaton had been blowing up wesley's phone as well, since he had been staying at drew's.
 
"mhmmm," i nodded.
 
"maybe we should answer him. it'll probably make him stop," he shrugged.
 
i breathed in deeply, staring down at my phone. i typed in my message slowly and tapped the send button.
 
'yeah, it has. but i'm not falling for your crap again. i've been through this with you before and i'm not doing it again.'
 
within seconds, keaton replied.
 
'i'm coming over. i'll be there in five minutes.'
 
'i'm not home.'
 
'then where are you?'
 
'you really think i'm telling you?'
 
'just come by my house, please. i really need to tell you something.'
 
"wesley, detour. we gotta go over to your house," i sighed.
 
"you sure about that?" he asked.
 
"positive."
 
- - - - -
 
we got back to the stromberg's house and after sitting in the car debating whether i'd go in or not, i walked up to the door, wes trailing closely behind. i knocked softly and keaton answered immediately. he was obviously sitting there waiting on me.
 
"ash," he said, smiling a little.
 
"don't get excited. i'm just coming over here so you'll stop blowing up my phone."
 
keaton nodded, and wesley and i stepped inside. wes grabbed onto my hand, whispering to me really quickly while keaton was ahead of us. "if you ever want me to step in, just grab onto my hand okay?" i nodded carefully and let go of his hand, following keaton through the living room.
 
"ash, - "
 
"it's ashlynn."
 
"okay, ashlynn," keaton seemed uncomfortable talking to me again. perfect. "um, i really really miss you. and i messed up. i hurt you. but you really hurt me. and having all this free time to myself, i put this together for you." he grabbed his guitar from the couch next to him and started to play 'for you'.
 
oh shit. i always hated when guys played a song to win you over. it was my weakness.
 
after he finished playing, i took in a deep breath.
 
"keaton, that was really sweet, but, i don't really think i can do this again. maybe we can just try to be friends. besides, i've already found someone else," i said with a nod.
 
"really?" both of the guys said in unison.
 
i nodded.
 
"who?" wesley asked suspiciously.
 
"well, his name is wesley trent stromberg. and he's really funny and adorable and the perfect boyfriend." i smiled widely.

i sat down outside keaton's bedroom door, my back up against the wall, tears pouring down my face. i couldn't do anything else. i hurt keaton and that was something i never thought i could do.
 
"go away!" keaton yelled from inside his room. he sounded like he was pretty beaten up. i don't blame him though. i would be too.
 
"just give me five minutes keaton. please."
 
"no, i already heard it all. you obviously still love wesley and couldn't give two shits about me. now go run off to your little boyfriend and cry about it to him."
 
that was it. those were the words that hurt me the most. i stood up, running down the stairs and curled up on the couch. i sat there for a few minutes alone, the only sounds coming from drew and wesley's jam session outside and my crying. emily must have bailed back outside when i ran upstairs. some best friend i have, right?
 
all of a sudden, the music stopped and everyone started yelling. typical. everyone loved the guys. too bad they didn't want to make a career out of music. wesley walked in the back door. "ash! keaton! where are you guys?" he yelled.
 
"i'm in here," i said, sniffling a little and trying to force my tears from streaming down my cheek.
 
wesley came into the living room, stopping when he saw me. "what'd he do now? do i need to go whoop his ass?"
 
"no, wesley. it's fine. i'm the one who screwed up. i was t-"
 
he cut me off by walking over and sitting next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and i placed my head on his shoulder. "it's gonna cause more pain for you to tell me. just relax. breathe. let it all out."
 
i nodded slowly and wes started playing with my hair. "listen, everything is going to be fine. no matter what happens between the two of you."
 
"that's the thing. nothing is gonna happen between us anymore. he called you my little boyfriend and said i obviously didn't give two shits about him anymore, which could never happen." his grip on my shoulder got a little tighter and a small smile snuck onto my face. "thanks for always being here, wes." i nodded a little, wiping away a few more tears.
 
"don't worry about it. that's what i do for the people i care about," he nodded. "if you're up to it, how about we go back out there and party. we were about to start the bonfire."
 
i nodded as wesley stood up, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me up beside him. "so, keaton called me your 'little boyfriend', right?"
 
"yeah.." i agreed.
 
"so how about i take up that offer?" he laughed a little.
 
"you stromberg's are fast at picking up each other's girlfriends," i giggled a little. "can we wait a little while? i don't really know if this is great timing for me."
 
wesley nodded, "i figured. i was just making sure though. didn't want to miss an opportunity."
 
i followed wes outside and down to the beach where drew had already set up the bonfire. it was always my favorite part of their parties. when we got there, wesley sat down on the sand, pulling me into his lap. "this okay?" he asked, obviously not wanting to make me uncomfortable.
 
"perfect," i nodded, smiling softly at him.
 
emily grinned at me from across the fire, knowing exactly what was going on. drew gave us a weird look, but i gave him a look back, showing that i'd tell him later. he nodded and passed around the marshmallows and sticks to roast them on.
 
after wesley had his done, seeing that i was terrible at roasting marshmallows because i was always scared i was gonna catch it on fire, he fed me his and laughed, stealing mine from me.
 
the rest of the night was great. amazing even. but the best part? i didn't think of keaton once. which was exactly the point, right?

the guys and i only invited about ten of our closest friends over for the party that night. okay so, maybe it wasn't really a party. more like a bunch of friends hanging out. but that was perfectly fine with me.
 
i ran upstairs to the guest bedroom, where i kept some extra clothes, since i was almost always at their house. i threw on a white fringe bikini and put a pair of denim short shorts on over it. i placed a bright pink snapback on backwards over my wavy hair and ran back downstairs.
 
wesley was on the phone ordering a couple of pizzas for later in the night and drew and keaton were off at the store buying some snacks. i sat down on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, replying to a text from my best friend, emily, saying that she was on her way.
 
"come on slacker. we have to go make sure everything's set up out back," wesley said, setting his phone down on the counter and walking over to me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
 
"wesley trent stromberg, put me down!" i said, letting out a small giggle.
 
"never," he said, starting towards the back door. i could tell he was smirking, without even seeing his face.
 
i bit my lip softly, remembering how he always did this to me when we were dating if i wouldn't cooperate with him. i let out a small, almost silent sigh. he set me down once we got outside and i started setting up a few of the chairs around the pool deck.
 
i guess he either heard my sigh a little earlier or he noticed the awkward silence between us, too. he walked over to me and spun me around so i was facing him and looked down at me. "ash, something's wrong." he said, softly.
 
i shook my head, looking down at the ground, just to make sure i didn't get lost in his perfect eyes. "nothing's wrong, wesley."
 
"don't lie to me. you only call me wesley when you're upset or being a smartass. besides, when you lie, your voice cracks."
 
"you know me too well."
 
"then tell me what's wrong."
 
"everything is wrong. things shouldn't be going this way. i shouldn't still have feelings for you. i shouldn't get upset whenever something reminds me of before. i should be happy with the way things are now. and i'm not."
 
i swear, there wasn't a moment i've had with wesley since we broke up that i didn't start tearing up.
 
"ash, i - i didn't know you still felt that way about me. i'm sorry. but, now you're with keaton and i figured you were happy with him."
 
"i am happy. i'm just not as happy as i ever was with you."
 
at that moment, wesley grabbed me into a tight hug and we were silent for a couple of seconds. he pulled away from me and he kissed me softly.
 
"wes, we shouldn't be doing this," i said, pulling away from him. "you know how upset you were when you saw me and keaton together."
 
wesley let out a sigh. "right."
 
"so we should finish setting everything up," i said with a nod.
 
- - - - -
 
an hour later, everyone had showed up. it was around seven o'clock and wesley and i still hadn't talked. it was too awkward.
 
"hey, em. i really need to talk to you," i said, pulling my best friend inside to kitchen and grabbing a couple of drinks out of the fridge.
 
"talk, girly," she said, taking a long gulp of her drink.
 
i explained my whole dilemma. about how i was still in love with wesley as much as i tried to deny it and how i still wanted to be with keaton and about the kiss and everything that had happened the past few days.
 
"good to know you feel that way," keaton said, running up the stairs into his room, slamming the door and locking it before i could get in.
 
"keaton, let me explain."
 
"i heard enough already."
 
why did i always screw everything up? why is it always me?