What do we do with a love like this?

--Morgan’s POV--

I sat in Ashley’s lap as we watched a tv show. Even though I loved sitting around with him, today I wanted to go out.
“Hey, Ashley? Can we go out or something?” I asked him, turning to face him.
“Sure, where to?” He asked. I shrugged.

I got dressed in a pair of black jean shorts and a black long sleeve crop top that hugged my chest. I put on some kind of red necklace and a few band bracelets to make it look more casual. I put on a pair of converse and did my makeup. Eyeliner, lipstick, the usual. I came out of the bedroom and downstairs to Ashley.
“You ready?” He asked and I nodded.

We walked through a mall hand in hand, our fingers intertwined.
“I need to go to hot topic but…” I told him. If we went in there was no doubt that a swarm of fangirls, and fanboys, would start going crazy.
“Ok, then we will go,” Ashley said, smiling down at me.

We walked into Hot Topic and Ashley took off his sunglasses, and I heard a few screams.
“I’ll go get what I want, you can deal with them,” I said to Ashley and went off. I grabbed a few things and tried them on. I kept what I liked and put away the other things that I didn’t need. I saw Ashley giving them his classic smile and brushing his hair out of his face.
“Hey, Ashley!” I called his name. He didn’t answer nor did he look up. I sighed, trying to get to him. It wasn’t even worth trying. I just paid for my stuff and THEN pushed my way through the small crowd of people until I was at his side. I elbowed him in the side and he looked over to me.
“Did you find everything?” He asked me. I nodded.
“I’ll buy it for you,” He offered. I shook my head.
“I already bought it.” I said and he frowned at me.
“Are you angry at me?” Ashley asked. I sighed.
“No, I’m not angry at you,” I told him. He then groaned.
“Damn, you are angry at me!” He exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.
“Ashley I’m not angry at y-” I started to say, but he grabbed my hips and pressed his lips against mine. There were a few aws from around us and I smiled against his lips. After we broke our kiss, he put his arm around my shoulder and brought me closer to him.
“I love you,” He whispered in my ear.
“I love you, too, Ashley,” I responded. We started to walk out of the shop after saying goodbye to everyone. We went to grab lunch and I checked my phone. I got a tweet.
“I guess Ashley’s new girlfriend is 10 years younger than him! Kinda freaky…” I sighed as I saw a handful of other messages like that. And other ones that I didn’t even want to know what it said, since I saw the word ‘bitch’ in almost all of them.
“Are you ok?” Ashley asked. I nodded.
“I’m just fine,” I responded, looking at him and smiling.

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