That night I laid in my bed wondering, wishing I knew what Ashley's thoughts were before she ran out of the house. I wondered if it were me, I mean she was far too beautiful to like anyone as ordinary as I was. It was almost impossible. Turning on my side I looked at my clock. It flashed 11:07. I sighed. I had to get to sleep. I knew I needed it. My mom had planned a shopping spree tomorrow and if I were half asleep the whole time it would upset her. I didn't want that. I shut my eyes trying harder to concentrate of the exhaustion that was washing over me, but it didn't do anything. Concentrating wasn't what I needed. What I needed was answers, or at least some kind of closure that told me Ashley didn't hate me. I sighed, sat up, and thought. I wanted my memory back so badly, I would have traded anything to have it back. No. Scratch that. Not anything. I wouldn't ever give up Ashley. I could feel that deep down I needed her in my life. A buzzing came from my nightstand and my eyes flew wide opened as my arms flailed towards the phone. "Hello?" I nearly yelled.
"Spencer?"
"Yes." It was Ashley, I knew that raspy voice anywhere.
"It's Ashley."
"I know."
"Right caller ID." If only she knew.
"Did you need something?"
"I'm sorry, I probably woke you, it can wait."
"Ash, I wasn't asleep." there was a long pause before she spoke again.
"Oh, well, um, I wanted to apologize for before. It was just, too much I guess." Ashley murmured. I sighed unintentionally.
"Ok. You could have said something though."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"I forgive you Ashley, just next time warn me before you're going to chicken out." This got her to laugh and sigh.
"Ok, well I'll let you get some sleep."
"No." I said too quickly.
"No?" I struggled for an excuse but couldn't find one.
"Just…um…could you just…stay on the phone." I mumbled. I listened to her breathy laugh as she answered.
"Sure, Spence." I smiled and thanked her listening to her breathing slow while I'm sure mine did the same. I knew I was bound to fall asleep with my phone on but it didn't matter at the time. She was on the phone, she called me, that means she doesn't hate me right? I noticed a faint sound as the phone hung loosely from my hands and I pressed it closer to my ear to hear what sounded like Ashley singing. Her heavenly voice clouded my head with intoxicating words that could make anyone swoon. Subconsciously I whispered something to her and only after I said it did I want to take it back.
"What?" she asked in an almost shriek. I stammered stuck for things that I could have said but my mind drew a blank.
"I-I-I-" nothing came.
"Um Spencer, I…I have to go…but I will talk to you later." She made it sound more like a threatening promise than a polite way to end the phone call which in this case, wasn't good.