ASHLEY’S P.O.V. 

So, flash forward to grade 10. I’m a sixteen year old virgin who’s in love with her best friend, and yet, Spencer still has no clue. This is present day, so incase you’re wondering, Spencer dated that stupid Timmy, who now goes by Tim. I want to choke the life out of him. Why? Because Spencer’s still dating that dimwit. Me, I’m dating no one. No one knows I like her, she’s so oblivious. And how I’ve managed to hide it all this time, I’ll never know. So, here we are, in her room. I’m in her bed laying against the headboard reading a magazine, while she is going crazy about what to wear on her stupid date with dumb ass Timmy.

Spencer: “How’s this one?”

Ashley: “Great.” I say not even bothering to look up.

Spencer: “But you’re not even looking.” she whines. I close the magazine and look at her.

Ashley: “Spencer, this is the gazillionth outfit you’ve tried on.” I whine.

Spencer: “You lie, I don’t even own a gazillion outfits.” she says, then sticks her tongue out at me. I chuckle.

Ashley: “Whatever! Just pick one. I’m sure you’d look hott in whatever you finally decide to wear, and if the dumb ass can’t see how beautiful you are, then he’s obviously blind.” Shit! Did I say that out loud? She smiles bashfully at me then staggers over to the bed, plopping down on it.

Spencer: “I love you Ash-y.” she says then taps her finger to my nose. I blush, but she probably didn’t even notice.

Ashley: “I love you too Spen.” If you only knew how much.

She sits up next to me and pulls my hair scrunchy off, then runs her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. I lay my head in her lap and she plays with my hair. I love it when she plays with my hair, it’s so…relaxing.

Spencer: “You never wear your hair down, you should wear it down. You’d be too cute with it styled.” I turn on my back and stare up at her, my head still in her lap.

Ashley: “If you want me to wear it down, I will.” she smiles. “Only for you though, because you want me to.” she grins. How can she not see it?

Spencer: “Ok, I can do it for you.” I nod. A comfortable silence falls over us as I just stare up at her. She’s still playing with my hair.

Ashley: “Spence?” I say quietly.

Spencer: “Hmm?” she says, still playing with my hair.

Ashley: “Do you remember our first kiss?” She stops playing with my hair and looks at me.

Spencer: “I remember my first kiss. It was with you, how could I forget.” she says with a smirk.

Ashley: “It was my first kiss too.” I never told her that.

Spencer: “Really?” she asks with a surprised smile. “I never knew that, you seemed like you knew exactly what to do.”

Ashley: “Well, it’s really not that hard, when you see it a lot on T.V.” she chuckled.

Spencer: “I remember it was…amazing. None of my other kisses even come close to our kiss.”

Ashley: “Really?” I smile. She nods. Another comfortable silence falls over us. “Want to compare how we kiss now, to back then?” Wow, I surprised even myself with such a bold question.

She looks confused, then her face softens into a smile. I see her slowly leaning down. I look from her eyes to her lips repeatedly, I unconsciously lick my lips and she licks hers. She’s coming closer…

Paula: “Spencer! Timmy’s here!” she yells up the steps, causing Spencer to stop.

Spencer: “I’ll be down in a minute!!!” she yells back, as our gaze is still connected. I quietly sigh.

Ashley: “I guess you should get going. Don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.” I say, then rise from her lap and head towards the door. I stop and look back “Have fun.” I say listlessly, before walking out and heading upstairs to my room.

If she doesn’t see that I like her soon, I think we’re gonna have to put her in a padded room for being so oblivious to the world around her.