A/N: Hello! I'm back! I know this chapter is a bit short, but I figured I would give you guys something. I already have the next chapter halfway written! Enjoy!
*RING, RING*
*RING, RING**RIIINNNG, RIIINNNG*
Are you fucking serious? Alarm clocks shouldn't be allowed, ever!
"Ugh." I let out the most unattractive groan ever while reaching for my phone. Whyyy do mornings exist? It's too damn early for thi- OH a text from Ashley!
Hello there pretty lady! I hope you slept well. Are you free after your 3 o'clock class, or do you have plans with Carlee? I wanna ask you something, but I'd rather do it in person. Miss you xoxo
Sigh, seeing her name pop up on my phone gives me such a rush of emotions. It's been exactly a month today since that night I embarrassed myself singing "Baby Got Back".
It's been so wonderful. That night, when she dropped me off she asked me to be her girlfriend. I, of course said yes and have been a giddy little shit since. Much to Aidens dismay.
"Take that Bilbo fucking Douche Baggins!"
"Spencer! Seriously! I'm trying to sleep over here!" yelled a very irritable looking Carlee.
Oops. I guess I did say that kind of loud. Oh well, she needed to get her ass up anyways.
She has been such a wreck since Ryan shipped out for the Army on a 24 month tour. I don't blame her in the slightest. She's really been slipping lately. Not to mention lashing out. I've been trying to spend as much time as possible with her. I don't like the idea of her being alone. She gets this look on her face. I can't bare it.
I guess she didn't feel that she needed to get up after all, since she's already snoring again.
Juggling keeping Carlee sane and trying to spend romantical time with Ashley has been difficult. Ashley has been incredibly understanding though, she's such a sweetheart.
I know what you're all wondering. Have Ashley and I did the dirrrtayy?!
Yeah!
Just kidding.
I wish.
We've gotten close many, many, times. We always seem to get interrupted.
Cockblockers.
Well, I guess it would technically be called a Clam Jam.
Bastards.
I re-read her text message and wonder what it is she needs to talk to me about.
It's stupid I know, but now I'm getting nervous about it.
Oh hush! I'm a girl! Over-analyzing things is like my main hobby!
I try and shake all negative thoughts from my head and respond.
Sure Darlin', I'm free. Your place or mine? ;)
With that I climb out of bed and get ready for my why-did-I-take-a-freaking-9am-class.
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