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A/N: So I really wasn't planning on writing any more to this story, but I was in church (and supposed to be paying attention but I couldn't today for some reason) and this idea popped in my head. As of right now, I'm not writing any more, but that may very well change. Hope you guys like this chapter, even though its pretty short.
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Change
"These things will change, I can feel it now"
Taylor Swift
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Whoever said actions speak louder than words must have been watching Ashley and me. Conversation has been long forgotten and is instead replaced with secret glances and small, timid smiles. Our hands are now separated, but I can see her hand twitching, and I know that Ashley is fighting back the urge to grab my hand, just as I am fighting the urge to grab hers.
We are at the awkward in between stage; not quite together, but definitely not just friends. It is a stalemate, neither of us knowing how to proceed.
I don't think that the ride back to my house has ever taken this long. I don't think the silence between Ashley and I has ever been this stretched out. I don't think the tension has ever been this thick. And I don't think I have ever felt this nervous.
So we sit in silence with our thirteen year old girl-like giddiness, feeling so torn and confused.
I can honestly say I've never thought of Ashley in a romantic light until today. Sure I can easily admit that she's beautiful and sweet and funny and all those other take-home-to-your-mother kind of qualities that I look for in a person. But she's not just a person. She's Ashley Davies, my best friend. She was always in her own category, segregated from any one else. She wasn't in the friends category, because she was always so much more.
You think that would have been my first clue. But who was I to question why I felt so safe with Ashley? Who was I to wonder why her hugs warmed my entire being? Who was I to try and put a label on my relationship with the beautiful brunette?
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Ashley calling my name, telling me we're at my house. I smile sheepishly and awkwardly unbuckle my seatbelt, but I do not move. I'm stuck in place, more unsure now of everything than I was before.
Do I hug her, kiss her? Oh God, kiss her. I want to kiss her. It's an incessant tugging on my heart, telling me to make a move and kiss her. I want to so bad. But I don't, and I think we are both disappointed.
"Well I will see you later," I quickly rush out before I blurt out anything embarrassing. I get out of the car and walk to my door.
"Spencer," Ashley calls out suddenly, stopping me in my tracks.
"Yes?" I say breathlessly, excitedly, hoping that what she is going to say will be monumental.
We stare at each other for a long moment, lost in an internal debate over what we want to do, and actually building up the courage to do it.
Ashley shakes her head and let's out a frustrated sigh. I give a curt nod in understanding and go inside, cursing myself every step of the way.
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I'm lying in bed staring up at my ceiling, hating myself for being so scared. I know she felt it too, of that I have no doubt. But neither of us could work up the courage to ignore our insecurities and just dive in.
I think we are both scared of what happens if we do get together. We will have a good relationship-I hope- but then what? It lasts what maybe, a few days?
A tap at my window cuts my musings shorts. "Spence?" I hear Ashley timidly whisper into my dark room.
Maybe a few weeks?
"Ash, what are you doing here?" I ask curiously as I help her in my room. "Did Kyla annoy you again?"
Ashley used to come over a lot whenever Kyla was being especially frustrating, which, believe me, was known to happen quite frequently.
She shakes her head and looks down for a moment before sighing heavily. She lifts her eyes to meet mine and she has an unreadable look in her brown pools.
Maybe a few months?
"Ash?" I whisper hesitantly to my best friend.
Ashley closes the few feet in between us. And then her lips are on mine and we are kissing.
Maybe forever.
Fin
