“Okay, be cool, be cool. Your only asking out your best friend”.

In case you were wondering that’s me talking to myself. I’m Spencer Carlin, or Spinner if your Ashley. The best friend I’m trying to get up the nerve to ask out?Ashley Davies. We’ve been best friends since she was seven, I was nine. I’m 18 now. Our parent’s have wanted us together since they figured out we were both gay. We told them together about 2 years ago. I don’t know when she went from my best friend to the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen but it happened. Now I just have to get up the nerve to ask her out, and now is my chance because I’m at her door. We live next door to each other.

“Okay here goes nothing”. I lift my hand and knock hesitantly. I smooth down the non exsitent wrinkles on my black button down shirt and black jeans and wait. It’s only seconds later when she answers.

“Spinner!” she yells as she throws herself in my arms. It’s like her patent greeting to me, so I was ready to catch her.

“Hey baby girl” I say affectionately as I twirl her around before setting her down. Just like Spinner is my nickname from her, baby girl is hers from me. No one else calls us them but each other.

“Why are you so dressed up?” she asks. Well here goes nothing.

“Well I have a something to ask you.” I say.

“Okay, What’s up?”

“Would you like to go out with me tonight?” I ask nervously.

She chuckles. “Why do you look so nervous, we go out all the time, that wasn’t a big question.”

She doesn’t get it. “Ashley, that’s kinda not what I meant…I meant on a date.” I correct her.

A look of realization crosses her features, and I’d laugh if I wasn’t freaking out about her maybe saying no.

“A date? Like romantic, hand holding, kisses at the end of the night, you trying to get in my pants date?” she questions.

“Well yes except the “get in your pants” part. I would never disrespect you like that.” I say with sincerity. I would never do that to her.

“Really?” I don’t think she believes me.

“Yes baby girl.”

“God you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

“Well I was trying to get up the guts to do it, sorry.” I tell her. “So is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes Spin!” she yells as she throws herself into my arms.

“Good.” I whisper in her ear. “Because you deserve to be treated like a princess and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do."