It had been a few days and Ashley still hadn’t called. And after everything we went through, after she had hurt me, broken my heart, I had to keep telling myself that it was for the best. I had done the right thing and not forgiven her. I know I had told her to leave but when she had, all I had wanted to do was go get her.
I had to keep reminding myself that she had broke my heart, but everytime the phone rang, that same heart skipped a beat then accelerated so much I thought it might sprout wings and fly. Which is what it was doing now. I tried my best to get through the apartment door. It was unlocked but wouldn’t open very far. I finally had to use my shoulder to get through it.

I tumbled into the living room and in my haste to reach the phone, my face almost came well aquainted with the floor. My roommates were home but over the past few days they had come to enjoy my clumsyness. Josey was in the Lay -Z- Boy, laughing so hard she was about to cry and Reagan was on the coush next to Cheri, her arms clutching her stomach. She was about to fall off it from laughing so hard. Cheri just turned her head, and stared at me for a moment before turning her attention back to the t.v.

You have reached Cheri, Joselyn, Reagan, and Spencer. We can’t come to the phone, so leave a message or we won’t . . .

"Hello?" I said, a little out of breathe. I turned my attention to my room mates when I realized it wasn’t for me. Cheri was watching The Big Bang Theory as usual, and Reagan and Josey were talking about their childhood.

"HEY!" the voice on the other end screamed.

"Huh? Oh, yeah . . . " I set the phone on the counter and turned back to my friends. "Josey, it’s for you." I said. Her eyes brightened up and she bolted so fast out of the chair she was occupying that she tripped over her feet and fell onto Reagan on the couch. I picked the phone back up, laughing at her like she had at me. She recovered and ran for me, but I shimmied out of her way and danced into the kitchen.