My relationship with Ashton started simple. He would pick me up at 6, have me home by 10. Sometimes he would come over and help make dinner with my mom. He took me to homecoming and prom. Our families were unbelievably close. I absolutely thought we would get married someday. I could picture myself living in a cozy little house in the middle of nowhere with him. It seemed to be going that way, too.

Then his band got famous.

(1 Year Later…)
"Are you going to see Ashton tonight? His mom says the band is getting back this afternoon for a break. They'll be home only a few weeks." My mom said as she scrambled her eggs. I sipped on my morning coffee and shut my laptop. I turned to her and said, "Mom, I don't know if I'm going to see him. He chose fame over me. You know that."

"Renee, stop being so bitter. He was offered an amazing opportunity, and he took it! You can't hate the boy for that." I knew my mom was right. I just wanted to believe he would choose me over his band. I tapped my fingers nervously. "I think you should see him. He might be home for a while." I grabbed my coffee and went downstairs to my room, (the basement), and flopped myself on the bed. I heard someone at the door and assumed it was the mailman, so I grabbed a towel and headed to take a shower. My bathroom was a mess since I didn't have to share it with anyone, so I had to brush away some makeup to find my glasses case. After putting my glasses away, I hopped in the shower. I hated myself for doing it, but I found myself singing She Looks so Perfect at full volume.

After a lengthy steamy shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed back to my room. Much to my surprise, there was an average height boy with black skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones tank standing next to my bed looking at my pictures. I stopped in my tracks, eyes wide as he turned to look at me. A huge smile grew on his face. "Ren! I'm so happy to see you!" He walked towards me. I just blinked trying to figure out if this was reality. "A-Ashton? What are you- How did you-?"

"Your mom let me in. I had to see you," he interrupted. I stared at Ashton, thinking he must be nuts. "You didn't call me the whole time you were gone. You can't just show up here at 9am. I thought you weren't getting here until tonight? And anyway, back to right now. How dare you leave me for your band, then show up in my room a year later, without even calling first? What the hell, Ashton? Are you insane!?" He just stood there, obviously not expecting that reaction.

"I just couldn't wait to tell you I love you," he said. Then he turned away, motioning towards my dresser to get dressed.