Spencer’s POV

It’s been a couple of days since Ashley and I have been hanging out as friends and I have to say I’m about ready to change my mind about us not being together. The time that I’ve spent with her, just being her friend with no expectations, has been the best. She’s so sweet and caring and I want to slap myself for telling her that we should just be friends because I want more than that. I always have.  But I’m afraid that if I do take that chance and expectations are presented, it will all go to hell and I don’t think I can take that again. Whatever am I to do, I thought. In these past days I’ve learned so much more about Ashley. There was no drama or bullshit and I was able to see a side of her that I truly missed while we were being stupid.

It was a Friday evening and Ashley and I were hanging out. We were playing an intense game of guitar hero in my living room. Ashley and I were the only ones there, seeing as my mom and dad were at work and it was great. To say I was whooping her ass in guitar hero would be an understatement.  I was owning her and I had no shame in doing it. I just gained more points and a 50 note strike and with this Ashley groaned.

Spencer: I am so owning you!

I yelled as I pounded on the colorful buttons. From my peripherals I saw Ashley roll her eyes, smile on her face. The game continued on for a few more minutes and finally ended, of course with me winning. As our scores appeared on the big flat screen, I squealed in happiness. I got a 98% and Ashley gained a 75%. I did my happy dance and Ashley just rolled her eyes again.

Spencer: Oh YEA!! Who’s your daddy?

I said as I imitated a bad version of the running man. Ashley laughed at my attempt and I stopped. I could tell she was tired of losing and my fingers were tired as well from beating her. I sighed.

Spencer: So what do you wanna do now? I’m getting pretty tired of whooping your ass at guitar hero.