A/N: So, this is kinda different for me. This will be a series of one shots. But in my opinion, they're more like blogs or entries out of a diary. I think they'll all be in Ashley's POV, but you never know. I might change my mind. Anyways, they'll all be for the same story line, but I doubt they'll go in any "order." At least not by dates. I will only say the age of Ashley. Just know that Spencer is two years younger. I hope at least some people like this. Let me know what you all think. It's greatly appreciated. And for those waiting for the next update for To Die With Pride, sorry it's taking so long. I still have to get my old files off my dead laptop. Peace. Alex.

Age: 22

I lied in bed staring at her as she slept. I smiled, because she'd call me creepy or weird if she knew. She was on her stomach and the top of her back was showing. I turned to my side and couldn't help but run my fingers over her soft skin. I heard her murmur, and she moved slightly. I was afraid she'd wake up. I didn't want her to just yet.

Watching her sleep was the best thing. It was like watching my favorite moment over and over again. Her chest slowly rising and falling. Smiles appearing on her face every so often. Feeling her cuddle closer into my body. Knowing that we fit so well together.

I moved closer to her and started to kiss her shoulders and down her back. And as I went back to kissing her neck I traced letters across her back.

"What does it say?" I heard her whisper.

"Shh. Go back to sleep love, it's early," I whispered back.

"After you tell me what it says."

"What what says, babe?" I asked.

"Your note," she turned over onto her back, looking into my eyes.

"I was telling you that I love you."

She kissed me softly and wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn't help but moan at the sensation I had whenever her skin touched mine. The way my heart jumped when she kissed me. Or how my skin feels like it's on fire as soon as she touches me. Or even how I feel like I'm floating from three simple words.

She tilted her head slightly and placed a hand on my cheek.

"What're you thinking about Ash?"

"Do you remember the first time we held hands?"

"Of course. You were so nervous," she laughed.

"Hey! Of course I was nervous. You made me nervous."

Flashback

It was the first time Spence and I had actually gone out with the intention of being anything more than friends. I only told her I liked her two months ago. We decided to walk from the restaurant back to her house. Well, I decided to. I wasn't ready for the night to end. It was too perfect.

She was going on and on about something, and although I knew I should've been paying attention I was too caught up in my thoughts. My thoughts of how beautiful she was. How she slowly moved closer to me as we got closer to her house. How my entire life was slowly starting to revolve around her. And that's when I started to put my hand in hers.

At first, she jumped. But not literally. She just looked at me, as if she was just taken off guard. I , truthfully, had to have been shaking slightly and I know she felt it because she intertwined our fingers and squeezed my hand slightly. As soon as I felt her lean her head against my shoulder, I was calm and I knew I was going to fall for her.

"What made you think of that moment?" she asked me, snapping me out of the past.

I put my hand on her lower back and pulled her closer to me, and kissed her yet again.

"Not sure. My mind just likes to wander sometimes," I replied.

She laughed and rolled her eyes slightly.

"Don't I know it," she said sarcastically.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

She jumped off the bed, completely naked and ran into the hall shouting, "catch me and maybe I'll tell you."

This is why I love Spencer Carlin.