So Hey guys, I've been gone for a while yo. But that's school life for ya, anyway it's summer! So, enjoy some new spicy stuff. The plot is getting even more crazy! What'll happen next? I don't even know! Jk... I got some plans. Anyway, sorry for being gone so long.
I awoke feeling naturally refreshed and I lied in my soft bed for just a moment longer; a smile
adorning my lips at the subtle images of Ash that entered my thoughts. Jolts of excitement sparked
inside of me as I unhurriedly readied myself for today's events to come. The fashionista daddy inside of
me finally made itself known this morning when I was choosing my outfit.
Choose the red lacey one hoe! Men be liking dat lacey shit…Soon you'll be Ariaquisha SexLatina…
It cried in the blackest voice I'd ever heard, but I decided to repress it for just a while longer. After a long
shower that perfected my naturally straight hair, I brushed my teeth with precision and smiled at myself;
emitting a white so clear, it reminded me of my insane grandmas white padded room. My grandma had gone
insane after a chinese herring sacrifice gone haywire, turns out it was a honking white-faced Saki Monkey. She set her
toes on fire which ultimately burnt down what used to be a town; Jayhoover Wadness, Fukyu Texas.
In the end, my outfit consisted of a simple red spaghetti strapped tank top donned with dark
blue country outfitter jeans. Of course I wore a plain black hoodie over the rather revealing upper part of
the outfit which easily matched my sassy black converse. Makeup was light and kept natural with a few dabs of
gold sparkles here and there.
By the time I had completely finished getting ready and had gathered my photo shoot supplies in a
black back that hung over my shoulders, the door bell rang. I practically threw myself at the wooden
frame in order to brace myself, before swinging it open. Only to find that it wasn't Ash. No, it wasn't Ash
at all… it was…a milk man? At least, I thought it was a milk man I mean he was holding a thing of milk
and wearing a classic milk man outfit only…he had what looked to be mime makeup.
"Umm… can I help you?" I questioned the strange man confusedly. He didn't respond and
instead motioned through hand gestures regarding his milk while making very creepy expressions. At
first he clutched the air space around his moobs and pretended to shake them lightly which in turn had
disgusted me greatly. I was getting fairly freaked out and nearly shut the door when I heard someone
clear their throat behind him.
The mime instantly threw the milk up into the air in surprise and took off down the street,
mimicking silent hysteria. Ash and I stared at each other momentarily. I think we were both yet lingering
in the aftermath of witnessing such a bizarre spectacle. Torn bottles of milk lay on my front door step;
The white liquid oozing down the first step, reminding me of an incident during the Civil War known as
the horrific Cow-Plosion.
It was a dark night during that civil morn and all the mama cows were grazing with their young.
Then suddenly, a shot rang out… but it was no ordinary shot and all the animals knew it. The orange albino
sheep ran into the field, baaing or whatever those bastards make… but it was too late.
The cows imploded, spraying milk all over the little farm owners son. The splatter reached all the way to
the farm house windows where ol' granny screamed out her last lung and choked on some spicy tiger
blood. The farmer's wife forgot how to float and drowned in the shower. The farmer himself was guilt
ridden, it was his shot… he had been shooting a heart into a tree to show his family, but it didn't work
out. He died too.
Ash and I walked onto the max system which was unusually very empty for the current hour. He
offered to carry my supplies which I abided too, as long as he was careful. That bag was like a baby, open
it up and well, you spill the contents and then you throw up like a red-headed step child getting beat
with a phone book.
I was sitting down and kept to myself for quite some time during the ride, contemplating what
exactly I was going to photograph. I groaned softly and leaned on the palm of my hand, glancing out the
window momentarily. The mime flashed for a split second before we hit the tunnel and I gasped before
uselessly leaning as close as I could to the window and peering out. What the…
"Is everything alright?" inquired Ash attentively who had apparently noticed my curious
reaction.
I nodded unsure, and turned away from the window to avoid any more alarming hallucinations;
which I had brushed it off as. "Yeah… I thought I- never mind, I'm probably just tired." I knew the mere
cover up statement was untrue because I had slept like a dead factory worker all night.
Ash didn't seem entirely convinced but took it as was. "Okay. By the way, we get off in two
stops."
"Mhm."
Time flew by rather slowly on the max when I was lost in my thoughts. A little voice inside of me
screamed that I should be spending more time with Ash, for this was in fact a luxury I should be taking
advantage of. By the time Ash was guiding me by the arm out the max door I was instantly enlightened.
"I got it!"
"Great!" he replied and his eyes looked to be relieved with hopes that I would be more
conversable.
I walked past him and stopped in my tracks to find the same mime standing just ahead of us
holding a green balloon. "Ash..." I whispered, but I didn't have to say much for Ash had already followed
my gaze.
"I know… Samosas! I love those!" I silently brought my palm to my forehead as Ash
nonchalantly skipped to the Indian food cart. By the time I had convinced him that we needed to get
started on my project, the mime was gone and I let it go.
I led him deep into the woods with hopes I would find that 'one spot' that would ultimately be
the source of my photography projects euphoria. It took quite a while and I could hear myself already huffing
while the orb of Perfection behind me didn't let a single wind loose. "There!" I panted and pointed
ahead of me towards a large, magnificent evergreen tree that stood in the midst of a forest clearing.
I studied the tree for a moment and then I called Ash over to stand in my exact spot. He stood 3
inches off the spot but I nudged him into place. I aimed my camera at him, fixing my aperture before setting my focus on his left bicep. But something about his pose didn't suit me. "Ash," I said, "I need you to-"
"Got it," He intervened and began to take off his shirt,
My jaw nearly dropped but I stopped him before he could finish, "Wait!" I ordered, "Don't
worry, that'll come in handy later but for right now I just need you to turn a bit…"
"Like this?" he mused exaggeratedly, putting one of his hands behind his head and the other on
his hip.
I giggled; he was officially just too much. "Actually," I replied mindfully.
ASH POV
I had only been joking but my pose had struck an idea somewhere inside of her ingenious sexy
brain fluid. I watched intently as she studied me for a moment and to be honest, I found the whole
concept of self consciousness to be impossible for a body like mine. I was lunged out of my daze when I
found that her hand was on top of mine. I stood dumb founded like an electrocuted sloth till I realized
she was only fixing my pose.
She placed my hand left hand against the trees rough bark and then my other hand on my two
divinely sculpted bubbles! The blood in my cheeks heightened and I turned away towards the tree to
make sure she couldn't see.
"Perfect!" I heard her chipper voice exclaim and soon after came the sound of shutters snapping
repetitively. I twirled a couple of times, exchanging poses and facial expressions.. It wasn't long before my time finally
came. I let it loose while caught up in my adrenaline rush and flung that bad boy across the clearing. My
Abercrombie and Fitch shirt that is.
Ariana POV
My eyes widened in response, everything seemed to blur in slow motion, everything that is,
except for Ash. His shirt spiraled across the clearing like a white dove in preparation for Jesus' descend. I
smiled like a widow about to inherit some money and clicked that shutter like no other. His image graced
my cameras lens and I could already see the outline of his abs after outstanding development.
After practically whirling through 3 rolls of film I decided that it was enough to use for my
project. "Well, that just about wraps everything up!"
"Cool," he replied stoical. His voice was practically the definition of sensational. "Lets head back?"
"Yeah." My voice was giddy as I basically skipped back to the transit station with Ash's bicep in my clutches; He didn't seem to mind.
It was dark by the time we reached the station near my house and Ash, being the gentleman he was, walked me back home. Along the way I offered the option
of taking the shortcut through the small alley-like way between houses and we embarked on the minor detour.
We were walking side by side, a moment so enjoyable it seemed as though nothing in the universe could interrupt us.
"Did you hear that?" Ash stopped in his tracks, pulling me to a halt as well.
I huffed, So much for that... "Hear what?" I asked him confused.
"It sounds like sadness... A bit of flamboyancy... and smells like a mixture of sugar and hate..." He murmured back while sniffing the air.
"Ash I don't know what-"
"HIYAH!"
Out of nowhere the mine jumped out in front of us wielding the epiphany of immense danger. My instincts screamed to run but Ash held us in place. At first I was relieved to be in such strong arms... Protected by his ambience of-
Ash shrieked.
-Cowardice!
Ash was completely frozen, unable to react to the plastic butter knife that this psycho mime pointed at us. I instantly stepped forward and smacked it out of the mimes hand. "Who are you?!" I demanded angrily.
The mime mimicked fake breasts as he did this morning before running off to god knows where.
I turned around to see Ash yet standing in shock. "Are you alright?" I asked him gently. A feeling of bravery had swept over me after that feat and I felt like the knight, and Ash my maiden.
Wait. That's not right.
He continued walking me home silently and as we reached my door step he suddenly pulled me into a tight hug. "You saved my life Ariana Claire Shelby!" He breathed.
I patted his shoulder awkwardly, the feeling inside me indistinguishable. I was melting. "No problem Ash!"
He let go after three and a half minutes and I'm pretty sure I saw tears in his eyes when he pulled back. "So," he sniffed, yet maintaining a manly stance. "You excited for our competition?"
"Wait, you mean the one in two weeks?" I inquired puzzled.
Ash laughed, "No silly, I don't plan that far ahead. I mean the one this coming week. We leave Wednesday and stay for the weekend."
"Um... How come I never heard of this?"
"Oh, Galactica decided on it after school yesterday and sent me and ... Adira. An email. It's at the beach, isn't that awesome?!"
"Oh yeah! Sounds fun! I guess I better start preparing for that. Thanks for the early notice, I'll start letting the others know."
"Cool, see you at school tomorrow. I hope your project goes well." His lips arched magnificently as he spoke, each tone like the bong of a holy gong in a monks temple.
When he left, my feeling of euphoria was taken with him. Which only meant I needed to see him again, repeat a moment so intimate as before... And I will do that. This whole beach thing will be the utmost perfect opportunity to get closer to Ash Ambrosia.