Ashley’s POV

I’m standing outside Spencer’s house with no idea as to what to do. I’ve been waiting out here for about 5 minutes debating what I should do now. I can’t help but be afraid of what will happen once I get inside her house. I mean it’s only going to be me and her in a house alone, and don’t know what could happen. But I told her I was coming. I have tried knocking at least 5 times, only to decide against it. God, I’m such a loser. Just knock you idiot. Fine whatever I’m knocking. I don’t see your hand moving. It’s going to. Great! I’m having a conversation with myself now. This is exactly what I need to happen. I finally knock the door and wait for Spence. I don’t have to wait long. Just as the knob is turn, I start to get to a weird feeling in my stomach, it really isn’t unpleasant. My hands are starting to get all sweaty and my mouth feels dry all of a sudden. Then I am met with the most beautifully clear blue eyes that I love to fall in so much, and everything feels alright. Don’t get me wrong, my palms are still sweaty, my mouth is dry, my stomach is still funny, and now my heart is beating a mile a minute, but it feels alright with those eyes staring at me. I didn’t realize that I was staring for so long until I say her lips move and she said in her soft, beautiful voice, “Your going to stand outside all night or are you actually going to come inside,” she chuckled lightly.

I’m standing outside Spencer’s house with no idea as to what to do. I’ve been waiting out here for about 5 minutes debating what I should do now. I can’t help but be afraid of what will happen once I get inside her house. I mean it’s only going to be me and her in a house alone, and don’t know what could happen. But I told her I was coming. I have tried knocking at least 5 times, only to decide against it. God, I’m such a loser. “Your going to stand outside all night or are you actually going to come inside,” she chuckled lightly.
I felt like an idiot just standing there looking at her like that. I think of something to say rather quickly, “That depends, are you going to let me inside or what?” I ask her with a smirk. She smiles softly as she pretends to ponder over it. She looks so cute. She’s biting her bottom lip, with her pointer finger on her chin, and her eyebrows scrunched in concentration.