Grace's P.O.V

We're gathered around the table with the food in the middle of it. Ashton is sitting in front of me and my mom is to my right eating away. "So Ashton what made you move to the great United States." She asks, with a wide smile. I roll my eyes at her enthusiasm.

Ashton sets his fork on his plate and wipes his mouth with the napkin. He smiles at my mother. "It's beautiful here. And to give me a fresh start away from Australia." He answers. "But why move here to Louisiana?" she asks, taking a bite of her spaghetti. "The culture is different from any other state I researched. Uhm I seen pictures of the scenery in the books I've read." He says, glancing at me every once in awhile.

I look down at my food as they socialize not really paying any attention to what they're talking about. It went from talking about himself to politics. I look at my mother, "May I be excused?" She looks at me and nods. I grab my plate and brought it to the kitchen. I walk out and bumped into somebody. I look up and it's Ashton.

"Is this a thing we're doing now?" I smile up at him. "Maybe." He winks. I roll my eyes playfully. "What are you doing this weekend?" He asks, leaning against the wall. I think. "Nothing." I tell him. "Good. I'm taking you out." He smiles crossing his arms. I look at his stance. He really is fit. His biceps looking big from his arms being crossed.

I look away from his arms and look at his face, "Why?" Crossing my arms leaning against the wall frame. "I want to get to know you." He simply says. I nod. "Okay."

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After an hour of my mother and Ashton conversating, Ashton finally leaves. I help my mom clean the kitchen and wash the dishes. While we're doing the dishes mom starts small talk, "Ashton seems like a nice guy. I'm glad you two became friends." I look at her, "What makes you think we're friends?" I ask, handing her a plate to dry off.

"I seen the way you two were in the living room. Joking around and just being yourselves with each other." she says, placing the plate in the cabinet. I smile at the memory of Ashton making fun of me about my baby pictures.

We get done with the dishes. "Well, I'm going to bed. Night mama." I say, walking towards the stairs. "Night. See you in the morning." She calls from the living room. I walk up the stairs to my room. I take a quick shower and put on my pajamas. I get into my bed and turned off my lamp that's next to my bed. I lay down and I was over come with sleep.