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    Story written on January 6, 2009 by Cinwin.
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    Ashley and Christine get busted by Spencer Carlin, the girl Ashley was supposed to meet at school.

    I slowly wake up. Christine still has her arms wrapped around me, despite the excess amount of heat between us drenching the sheets in sweat. The sound of her gently beating heart is in my ear. I feel my hair move everytime she breathes. It’s almost enough to make me fall back asleep. The love I feel is almost to much to even believe. I raise my head up to make sure she’s there and that this is not a dream. Rest assured, she was there, still sleeping. I smile and lay my head back down on her chest. Closing my eyes, I think about how I’m going to regret it later. Someone would no doubt come by the house, then I would have to hide…We would have to hide. I’ll worry about that later…right now I just want to sleep a little longer…..

     

    ……..Hours Later……….

    Knock! Knock! Knock!

    "Hello? Uh, Ashley? Mrs. Davies?"

    A voice..not mine, not Christine’s. Damn! I hear the front door open. The voice continues.

    "Hello!" the stranger calls out. "Anyone there?! I’m Spencer Carlin, you were supposed to meet me at the flagpole this morning!"

    shit! shit!shit!! I roll out of bed and hit the floor making a loud CLUNK! sound. She must’ve heard it. 

    "Hello? Are you okay?" Spencer calls.

    I have no choice but to respond now. I mean, the girl already let herself in my damn house.

    "Fine! Listen, I’m upstairs I’ll be down in a minute!" I reply. My heart beating a mile a minute.

    Jumping up and running around my room, I desperately try to find a shirt, jeans, anything to put on. I look over at the clock. 3:30. We slept the day away. For a moment, I smile to myself. We’d never done anything like this before, and thoughts of doing something like this again clouded my head.

    "Uh, It’s past 3:00 and you never showed up at guidance so Mrs. Jordan sent me here."

    I shake my head and contiinue to bounce around my room looking for clothes. The happpy thoughts can come later, right now I need to worry about us not being found out. I finally find a t-shirt and throw it over my head.  "Honey, what’s wrong?" I whip my head around to see Christine sitting up in bed. Her face worried.

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    4. I see you havent missed a beat your still writing thoughs awesome but wierd storyies and if you dont remenber me cinwin maybe my name can give it away later crazy one

    5. wow i didnt know you were making this a story i just always thought they were oneshots but you know related never occured it was a story lol :) im stupid lol :) i love it lol :) pm me if you want ideas :) i have lots :)

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