Being in love with your best friend isn't that terrible is it? I mean even if the person probably wont ever love you back, it still isn't that bad, right? The pain can't possibly hurt that much right? Well my name is Ashley Davies, and I'm oh-so-in-love with my best friend in the whole world, Spencer Carlin. And trust me, it isn't the easiest thing in the world.

It all started in the eighth grade. We had almost all of our classes together. We met how any two typical kids in junior high meet, we started a food fight! I was sitting across from her on the last day of eighth grade, just contemplating on if I could nail the teacher in the head with my roll that was standing approximately ten yards away.

One of my friends that was sitting next to me that day, Aiden, asked "Ash, what did that poor teacher do to make you give him that look?" I just rolled my eyes and said, "I want to start a food fight, here!" I say as I hand him half of my roll. "Throw this as far as you can to the other side, and see if you hit someone!" He just looks at me like I'm off my crazy pills and puts the roll down. "Na Ash, I think I'm good, they still will give you detention on the last day of school you know!" Aiden had never been one to go along with my plans. He was on the basketball team and was always worried about getting in trouble or having detention, gods forbid he misses practice! I stuck my tongue out at him "Fine, if you are going to be a wuss I'll find someone else!" And that's when we first spoke, the girl of my dreams looked and me and said, "I'll do it."

She didn't look like the trouble making type, she wore a dinosaur shirt with some blue jeans and black converse. I myself was very, how do you say, style challenged, back then. I was wearing what all the other kids in my group wore. We all wore big black baggy pants, like with chains and shit from hottopic, black gloves, dark makeup, black shirts. Okay just the goth look pretty much. I knew who were the trouble makers in school and who weren't. My butt had a permanent imprint on the chair outside of the principals office. The counselors and secretaries knew me by name within the first week of school. I thought it was an impressive record myself! "Your going to throw a roll...at someone...and hit them with it?" I said back slowly in just in case she misunderstood what she was volunteering for. She got an annoyed look on her face and rolled her eyes. Hey, no one is aloud to roll their eyes at me! I was about to let her know exactly that when she interrupted my conversation with myself and said, "No actually, I think I'm going to just use my cookie instead."

And just like that she was standing up before my very eyes and chucking her cookie, (haha that sounds kinda gross) across the lunch room like a Frisbee and nailing Mr. Martin right on the side of the head like a pro! By the time Mr. Martin could turn around I was on my feet with a huge grin on my face yelling at the top of my lungs, "FOOOOD FIIIGHT!" And just like it does in the movies, those words set off mashed potato bombs and chocolate milk grenades flying across the room. Spencer and I were actually on top of our table counting how many kids we hit. "14, ooo that one got in her hair" I'd yell backwards at her. "27, right in the face!" She would reply back. Now as you might have guessed by now, the teachers have come from down the hall and from outside to stop the food massacre that was happening. When it was all said and done Spencer and I were on the floor laughing so hard we didn't even notice that our principal Mr. Harvick was in front of us looking not very chipper with milk dripping from his glasses and a nice mixture of corn and mashed potatoes in his hair.

And all I could say for myself once we both finally stopped laughing was, "Told you I got him with the milk." All that did was start up a whole new round of laughter between the two of us. Mr. Harvick however, did not find it as humorous. Spencer and I sat out side of that office until our parents came to get us after school. He saved me for last. Spencer had never gotten in trouble before, I found that out while we waited for our parents. "This is probably the worst thing I've ever done in my whole life." she squeaked out once we were in our assigned spots outside the office. "Well you've only had about 14 years of living to compare it too squrt, so don't get too rough on yourself." I joked back trying to make her ease up a bit. It worked I saw her crack the same smile that I've become addicted to over the past 7 years. 'I'm actually 15." she says. "I got held back once, but no one really notices me being older than them. I guess its because I'm kinda short for my age." We kept talking for a few more minuets enjoying the others company. I only got to enjoy a brief moment of it though because not soon after that her parents walked in the door. That was the first time I had the pleasure of meeting the one and only Paula Carlin. And let me tell you, I wish it was the last time I met that woman.