"Becoming..."
By: Izabela
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eMAIL: Lalaine_rawks@yahoo.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, or any of the characters.
A/N: I'm ba-ack!!! Finally... I've been working really hard on my Lizzie McGuire fics... well, review, please!!!
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That Monday at school, I was so excited to tell Ellie that my Mom gave me some money I'd been saving for vacation to use at the concert. I was gonna be able to get all the merchandise I wanted. I was rounding the corner, and I saw her. With Marco. I knew he was gay, but I couldn't help but be jealous. Granted, they were just talking, but still. I knew she had a thing for him. I began to walk towards my locker, when Ellie waved me over. I walked quickly over to them, as Marco kissed her on the cheek and walked away. I sauntered up to her, casually. Even though the flourecent lighting didn't do anyone justice, Ellie looked gorgeous. "Ashley! Thank God."
Why was she so happy to see me? "Why are you so happy to see me?" I knew she felt nothing, but I was hopeful.
"Ash, your my best friend. I needed a change in scenery. It's been ALL Marco for weeks! I mean, do you have any clue how hard it is to be that close to someone, feel them touch you and know that they don't feel like you do? That they CAN'T feel like you do?!"
I nodded, solemnly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know EXACTLY how that feels." I said as I watched her flip one of her dyed, braided, and crimped ponytails over her shoulder, as I longed to reach out an stroke her hair myself. WE began to walk down the hall to my locker.
"Ash? Is something wrong?"
I heard Ellie ask me a question, and it quickly registered. "No... No, El, I-I'm fine." I stammered. God, I'm a moron. I could smack myself. Here I am, completely head-over-heels in love with this girl, and I stammer, and sound like an uneducated idiot. God, what I'd give to stab myself with a Q-Tip.
"Okay... well, if you ever wanna talk about anything..."
"Really, El. I'm okay. I-I... um, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." And with that, I grabbed my English book, and shut my locker. I walked away briskly, hoping I could just make it to thrid period without breaking down. I know it's not like she told me flat out that she hates me or anything, but I know she doesn't feel the same way. She's as in love with Marco as I'm in love with her. A quote from A Midsumer Night's Dream popped into my head. "The course of true love never did run smooth." Truer words were never recorded. I was so deep in thought, I didn't even notice the big group of guys walking down the hall, right towards me. I glanced up when someone bumped my shoulder.
"Hey, look who it is. Ashley Kerwin. We were just talking about you." Spinner. I hate him sometimes.
"What the fuck do you want?" I said, obviously ticked off.
"Hey, Kerwin, language like that can get you expelled around here. I just wanted to say hi."
"Hi." I said, twitching my left eyelid into a slit, and clenching my fists to keep from hitting him. I kept walking.
"Well, hey, if you don't wanna hear what I have to say-"
I spun around. "HONESTLY, SPINNER? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Look, I know Ellie likes Marco. But he's my friend, too. And Spinner was hurting him. I know how it feels to be gay, and have a crush on a hetrosexual of the same gender. Marco and I actually have a lot in common.
"Geez, Ash. I was just gonna say that Jimmy decided to take you back."
"Jimmy take ME back?! O PLEASE! All the money in the world could NEVER make me TOUCH him again... even to kick his ass!!!" I turned on my combat-boot clad heel, and walked to english. I sat down bitterly in my seat. "UGH!" I half shouted, half groaned, running my hands through my short hair.
"Ash, you okay?"
I turned to see who was addressing me. I smiled. Finally, someone who gets it. "Hey Marco. And no, I'm really not... I, um... I kinda need your help with something."
He looked really concerned. "Sure, Ash, what is it?"
"Uh, I just really need to talk to you... will you meet me after school?"
"Well, I was supposed to go to Ellie's to work on our Media Immersion project, but I guess I can come over after?"
My smile broadened. I was gonna tell Marco everything tonight. And hopefully get some advice in the process. "Sure. Thanks, Marco."
"No problem."
Ms. Kwan walked in. "Okay, class. Now, we're going to be learning about the life and times of William Shakespere. Now, there was a lot of speculation about his sexual orientation..." Gee. Why does this sound so familiar?!
**A/N: I'm gonna do te next chapter on just Ashley and Marco's talk. Trust me, this will NOT end up A/M... TRUST ME... that just seems wrong to me... well, review, please!!!!!**
By: Izabela
Site:
eMAIL: Lalaine_rawks@yahoo.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, or any of the characters.
A/N: I'm ba-ack!!! Finally... I've been working really hard on my Lizzie McGuire fics... well, review, please!!!
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That Monday at school, I was so excited to tell Ellie that my Mom gave me some money I'd been saving for vacation to use at the concert. I was gonna be able to get all the merchandise I wanted. I was rounding the corner, and I saw her. With Marco. I knew he was gay, but I couldn't help but be jealous. Granted, they were just talking, but still. I knew she had a thing for him. I began to walk towards my locker, when Ellie waved me over. I walked quickly over to them, as Marco kissed her on the cheek and walked away. I sauntered up to her, casually. Even though the flourecent lighting didn't do anyone justice, Ellie looked gorgeous. "Ashley! Thank God."
Why was she so happy to see me? "Why are you so happy to see me?" I knew she felt nothing, but I was hopeful.
"Ash, your my best friend. I needed a change in scenery. It's been ALL Marco for weeks! I mean, do you have any clue how hard it is to be that close to someone, feel them touch you and know that they don't feel like you do? That they CAN'T feel like you do?!"
I nodded, solemnly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know EXACTLY how that feels." I said as I watched her flip one of her dyed, braided, and crimped ponytails over her shoulder, as I longed to reach out an stroke her hair myself. WE began to walk down the hall to my locker.
"Ash? Is something wrong?"
I heard Ellie ask me a question, and it quickly registered. "No... No, El, I-I'm fine." I stammered. God, I'm a moron. I could smack myself. Here I am, completely head-over-heels in love with this girl, and I stammer, and sound like an uneducated idiot. God, what I'd give to stab myself with a Q-Tip.
"Okay... well, if you ever wanna talk about anything..."
"Really, El. I'm okay. I-I... um, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." And with that, I grabbed my English book, and shut my locker. I walked away briskly, hoping I could just make it to thrid period without breaking down. I know it's not like she told me flat out that she hates me or anything, but I know she doesn't feel the same way. She's as in love with Marco as I'm in love with her. A quote from A Midsumer Night's Dream popped into my head. "The course of true love never did run smooth." Truer words were never recorded. I was so deep in thought, I didn't even notice the big group of guys walking down the hall, right towards me. I glanced up when someone bumped my shoulder.
"Hey, look who it is. Ashley Kerwin. We were just talking about you." Spinner. I hate him sometimes.
"What the fuck do you want?" I said, obviously ticked off.
"Hey, Kerwin, language like that can get you expelled around here. I just wanted to say hi."
"Hi." I said, twitching my left eyelid into a slit, and clenching my fists to keep from hitting him. I kept walking.
"Well, hey, if you don't wanna hear what I have to say-"
I spun around. "HONESTLY, SPINNER? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Look, I know Ellie likes Marco. But he's my friend, too. And Spinner was hurting him. I know how it feels to be gay, and have a crush on a hetrosexual of the same gender. Marco and I actually have a lot in common.
"Geez, Ash. I was just gonna say that Jimmy decided to take you back."
"Jimmy take ME back?! O PLEASE! All the money in the world could NEVER make me TOUCH him again... even to kick his ass!!!" I turned on my combat-boot clad heel, and walked to english. I sat down bitterly in my seat. "UGH!" I half shouted, half groaned, running my hands through my short hair.
"Ash, you okay?"
I turned to see who was addressing me. I smiled. Finally, someone who gets it. "Hey Marco. And no, I'm really not... I, um... I kinda need your help with something."
He looked really concerned. "Sure, Ash, what is it?"
"Uh, I just really need to talk to you... will you meet me after school?"
"Well, I was supposed to go to Ellie's to work on our Media Immersion project, but I guess I can come over after?"
My smile broadened. I was gonna tell Marco everything tonight. And hopefully get some advice in the process. "Sure. Thanks, Marco."
"No problem."
Ms. Kwan walked in. "Okay, class. Now, we're going to be learning about the life and times of William Shakespere. Now, there was a lot of speculation about his sexual orientation..." Gee. Why does this sound so familiar?!
**A/N: I'm gonna do te next chapter on just Ashley and Marco's talk. Trust me, this will NOT end up A/M... TRUST ME... that just seems wrong to me... well, review, please!!!!!**
