~Flawless~
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Yes. Share that.)
Ash thought about that for a minute. "I guess you could say that.. And I am holding a conversation with you..." She flipped a few pages and copied things -
It's chocolate and vanilla with whipped cream and hot fudge and sprinkes~)
"It's not a very grand conversation, don't you think?" He said with a smirk, halfway done with one of his wraps and moving to dip the rest in soy sauce. "Tell me about yourself, princess." -
Okay. I'm packing up. On my way.)
Ash sighed and dropped her pencil. Leaning back in her chair, she frowned. "Do you want the true version, or the version I tell people?" She didn't know why she was offering, she just felt like she should. Kind of as a compensation for helping her. -
See you soon! ^~^)
He thought over that for a moment before leaning forward with his hands clasped together. "I want the real you, princess. I don't want any lying," he said after a while, starting at the beautiful boy next to him. -
Awesome ^~^
She sighed and glanced away before nodding a little. Leaning forward to take her pen, she explained. "Well, my biological parents are Christians. They couldn't afford to keep me and my sister, so one of us had to go. Guess who got the boot? I dotted foster homes for a while and ended up with the people I call parents now. They gave me the.." She tapped on her face next to a cut still covered my makeup. "They treat me like some sort of Cinderella and won't let me talk to my sister. There's a whole big thing going on there I don't want to talk about. I have to go into nursing so I can help my biological parents keep the child they were about to have when I left ten years ago." She crossed her arms. "Is that conversation enough for you?" -
Arturo listened, chewing on his bottom lip as he began to take all of the information in. "So they had a choice between keeping a little girl or a little boy and they chose to keep the girl?" He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, staring at Ash. "I'm sorry you get treated like that, no one as beautiful deserves to have that kind of treatment at home.."
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Ash shrugged. "She was younger. More vulnerable. I was the more independent one, the one that would be less scarred by foster homes or whatever." She went back to her homework. "Eh, it's not s big deal. I'm rather used to it by now."
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"No one likes foster homes, they're god awful." He narrowed his eyes, watching Ash go back to the work he was doing before. "It kinda is a big deal. Why don't you tell somebody, you don't have to live that way.." He said with a frown, taking a long sip of his frozen strawberry lemonade.
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Ash nodded in agreement. She shrugged yet again "no one else would take me. And it's not awful. I get an allowance like normal kids, I have a place to stay, food to eat, that sort of thing."
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"It sounds awful, still. If you're okay with it, then fine. I just want what's best for you, you know?" He said with a shy smile. "God, I sound so much like a parent right now it's making me sick."
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Ash chuckled. "Well thanks, but it's not like you or I or anybody can do anything. And yeah you do... It's cute." Ash didn't realize she had said the last part until it was out. Her face flushed and she stared intently at her homework
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"Well..I could probably do something, but if you don't want help I'm not gonna provide it for you, princess," he said with a small smirk. He blushed deeply when Ash said his overprotectiveness was cute. He bit his bottom lip and ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly, not knowing what else to say. "What's your favorite color? Food? Sport?" He spit out.
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Ash raised an eyebrow and peered at him. "What could you do?" She smiled. "Purple or blue. Don't have one. Gymnastics."
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"My parents are rich, I can do anything.." He said with a frown on his face. "Mine is light pink. I like lettuce, don't know why. Gymnastics? Are you flexible?" He asked with a smirk on his face. Dirty minded, he is.
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"Just because you're rich doesn't mean you get everything you want." She retorted, irritated. "Gods, I hate pink..light pink is horrid. Hot pink, I can handle.. And sort of. Not like I've taken lessons, but I like dabbling."
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