Ashton Davis

Fel— Uh, what is that exactly?

Nice one. Your house or mine? Is anyone else coming?

Are you calling me dumb?

She’s a very immature nineteen year old. I mean, I’m just a year younger but I know better than to call someone that name. Even my little sister, who’s fifteen and has Down Syndrome, knows better.

Sure! When are we going, where are we going, what are we watching?

Well, it’s nice to meet you Ashton Davis. How old is she?

It’s Marley. Marley Lucas. You’re not a retard, your sister is mean for saying you are.

Maybe if I meet your mother, she’ll tell you whether or not you can trust me. Why would she call you that?

That’s cute. How am I supposed to prove it though? You wouldn’t know whether or not I was lying. Can’t you just take my word for it? Now, I’m sure she doesn’t hate you. Why would you think she does?

I— Can’t remember. Shit.

Do you think you’ll get another bearded dragon when the time comes? How else do you expect me to prove to you that I’m not a liar? I don’t like knowing that someone thinks I’m a liar when I’m not. Well, that’s still nice too. At least he didn’t abandon her or your sister.

It’s super lame. They’re so cool, my brother had one, I used to feed it mice. I want one so bad.

Then I guess you have at least five more years which is very good. I don’t have his number but I could always get it from you or your mother. That’s actually a really cute story, he was willing to leave his life behind to have a life with your mom.

Don’t know, some kinda house rules. Frustrating. I want a snake.