A/N: hey I wrote this really quickly. This actually happened to me today and I thought that it might make a good Spashley one shot. Told from Ashley's POV. If you could give me advice that would be great. I am telling the story. PLEASE READ. Sorry if there are typo's
School ended and summer came. She went on vacation. I didn't talk to her for two whole weeks. I finally thought that I was over her. That the crush I had was just… well… a crush. And it meant nothing. That I was just in a crazy-teenage-school-trance that would end along with school. She got back and never called. She never called during her vacation either. I avoided the pool when I knew she would be there. I wanted to end our friendship nicely and remember only good. But I needed to see her. One night, I laid in bed and went through everything that ever happened in my life. EVERYTHING. It took me 3 hours to psychoanalyze myself. I needed closure, to prove that I was over her. I called her and invited her to come over in a week for a party with the rest of my 'friends'. 'Friends' meaning people I met through her. Before she came, I was a nobody. I finally got up the courage to see her. The same day I called, I went over to her house. Her parents weren't home. She answered the door and stepped outside. I was hiding in a corner on the porch. She looked different than she had before. She was older. More mature. More beautiful. There was no way I was over her. My heart leapt into my throat as she turned to look at me. She only stared, waiting for me to speak. I told her that I was going to a friends who lived down the street to drop off some CD's, I thought she might be bored, and I wondered if she wanted to walk with me. She looked at me quizzically trying to decipher my words because of all my stuttering. She agreed and invited me inside. She went to go get her cell phone. I watched her run up the stairs in miniscule shorts and a tight tank. She was perfect. Everyday she went for a two mile run and she looked like a model. A goddess. I walked around and my eyes rested on the mantle. There was a framed picture of her smiling. It was from school. I had seen it all before, but it looked so long ago now. She came down and laughed at my intense gaze on her picture. She dragged me outside and put my skateboard on the porch. We talked about unimportant things. And how we were both moving to opposite ends of the country. She was leaving in a month. My friend wasn't home. So we headed back to her house. Instead of going inside I told her to walk with me and she did. We walked around the neighborhood playing like little kids. She kicked me in the butt and I chased after her. I picked her up and spun her around for she weighed very little. All the time she was giggling like a four year old and I had a permanent smile on my face. I set her down and turned her to face me. I had to say something.
"I missed you, Spencer."
"Ashley. We've only been apart two weeks."
"I know. And everyday was hell."
She took a deep breath, turned around, and kept walking. It was starting to rain and I got the feeling she was uncomfortable. The only thing I could do was run up and kick her in the butt. She turned around, faked gasped, and ran after me. We continued while the rain fell harder and faster. We finally reached her house again. We discussed everything. Well, everything from what color underwear I was wearing to a place called Pleasure Island. (don't ask…) She told me I had to leave because she couldn't have me in when her parents weren't home. I sadly turned to leave, when I heard her voice.
"Ashley, your skateboard."
I walked up to her and hugged her. We were both soaked through standing in the middle of the yard. I whispered in her ear.
"I'll see you soon."
I grabbed my skateboard and left. It was raining harder than I could ever remember. I looked up into the sky. I was happy. I was alive. I screamed as loud as I could.
"I LOVE SPENCER CARLIN!"
please give advice!!