"What are you doing here?" Trevor looked surprised. He stood up.
"I'm Ellie's best friend." Ashley was upset. What was Ellie doing with Trevor? Ashley had only talked about him all week. Ellie said that she was going to do some laundry, maybe he spilled something on his shirt, and she was washing it for him. That had to be it. Ellie would never stab me in the back.
"You're Ellie's best friend?" Trevor raised his eyebrows as he sat back down on the bed.
Ashley had become more comfortable with the idea that Ellie was washing Trevor's clothes, so she sat down in a plush, black, swivel chair and scooted over to Trevor. "Yeah, I'm her best friend. Why is that so hard to believe?"
"Well, because judging by your clothes at school, and Hazel and Paige consisting of your posse at lunch, it's hard to believe that you two even know each other." Trevor moved farther away from Ashley, whose hand was inches away from his.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't judge people so quickly." Ashley sighed and looked around the room. It was only a minute of silence but it felt like and hour. Trevor was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and Ashley started twiddling her thumbs. She stared at the clock. "8:30". She hadn't realized she had said it aloud until Trevor jumped off the bed.
"Damn, I was supposed to be home an hour ago, I have to cook for my brother." Trevor was scrambling around the room, looking for something. "Ellie! Els! Come you come here." Ellie ran up the stairs and into her room.
"Yeah, Trev? Sorry, I was gone so long, I was cooking dinner." Ellie smiled. "Ash, you want something to eat?"
"Don't answer that yet." Trevor interrupted. "I have to go, can I have my shirt back?" This was the moment of truth for Ashley, Ellie must've been washing it.
"Yeah, sure." Ellie pulled the shirt she was wearing off. She stood there shirtless, but thankfully not bra-less, and Trevor gave her a quick kiss goodbye, and ran out of the house.
Why didn't I know notice how big that shirt was on her, Ashley thought. Well, of course I didn't think about. People wear large t-shirts and sweats when they're hanging around the house. Then Ashley looked around Ellie's room, she noticed Ellie's skirt, and shirt thrown carelessly on the floor.
"Ellie, why were you fooling around with Trevor, you know how much I like him! I could barely stop talking about him this week." Ashley saw no reason to beat around the bush.
"Oh, um, okay just listen. I thought you were talking about Trevor Lawrence not, Trevor Miller." Ellie was looking in her draws for a t-shirt to put on, and her cheeks had started to turn red.
"Why would you think that, Trevor "Golden Boy" Miller is such a jock." Ashley rolled her eyes.
"It's just that-this is hard to say-Trevor, my Trevor, is not really your type, you date the popular, cute, athletic guys, not the brooding, stuck in the 80s punk, skater guys." Ellie was checking her email. She couldn't really look at Ashley it was kind of embarrassing.
"Maybe I have a broad taste in guys, Ellie, did you think about that?" Ashley was fuming. She lied down on Ellie's bed. Trevor's scent was on it. It smelled wonderful.
"I'm so sorry Ash. Besides, I thought you were going to use him as a rebound, which I have to say is a terrible idea, not as an actual boyfriend." Ellie stood up. She saw a look of hurt in Ashley's eyes. She had to do something. She didn't want to lose her friend.
"If you're looking for a rebound, come with me to Trevor's house on Saturday. He said I could invite a few friends. You might meet some cuties to spend a couple days with." Ellie looked pleadingly at Ashley.
"That's cool, I guess. I'll drop by around your place at 7 on Saturday." She smiled. Maybe this rebound thing wasn't going to be so bad after all, as long as she didn't take advice from Paige ever again.
"I'm Ellie's best friend." Ashley was upset. What was Ellie doing with Trevor? Ashley had only talked about him all week. Ellie said that she was going to do some laundry, maybe he spilled something on his shirt, and she was washing it for him. That had to be it. Ellie would never stab me in the back.
"You're Ellie's best friend?" Trevor raised his eyebrows as he sat back down on the bed.
Ashley had become more comfortable with the idea that Ellie was washing Trevor's clothes, so she sat down in a plush, black, swivel chair and scooted over to Trevor. "Yeah, I'm her best friend. Why is that so hard to believe?"
"Well, because judging by your clothes at school, and Hazel and Paige consisting of your posse at lunch, it's hard to believe that you two even know each other." Trevor moved farther away from Ashley, whose hand was inches away from his.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't judge people so quickly." Ashley sighed and looked around the room. It was only a minute of silence but it felt like and hour. Trevor was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and Ashley started twiddling her thumbs. She stared at the clock. "8:30". She hadn't realized she had said it aloud until Trevor jumped off the bed.
"Damn, I was supposed to be home an hour ago, I have to cook for my brother." Trevor was scrambling around the room, looking for something. "Ellie! Els! Come you come here." Ellie ran up the stairs and into her room.
"Yeah, Trev? Sorry, I was gone so long, I was cooking dinner." Ellie smiled. "Ash, you want something to eat?"
"Don't answer that yet." Trevor interrupted. "I have to go, can I have my shirt back?" This was the moment of truth for Ashley, Ellie must've been washing it.
"Yeah, sure." Ellie pulled the shirt she was wearing off. She stood there shirtless, but thankfully not bra-less, and Trevor gave her a quick kiss goodbye, and ran out of the house.
Why didn't I know notice how big that shirt was on her, Ashley thought. Well, of course I didn't think about. People wear large t-shirts and sweats when they're hanging around the house. Then Ashley looked around Ellie's room, she noticed Ellie's skirt, and shirt thrown carelessly on the floor.
"Ellie, why were you fooling around with Trevor, you know how much I like him! I could barely stop talking about him this week." Ashley saw no reason to beat around the bush.
"Oh, um, okay just listen. I thought you were talking about Trevor Lawrence not, Trevor Miller." Ellie was looking in her draws for a t-shirt to put on, and her cheeks had started to turn red.
"Why would you think that, Trevor "Golden Boy" Miller is such a jock." Ashley rolled her eyes.
"It's just that-this is hard to say-Trevor, my Trevor, is not really your type, you date the popular, cute, athletic guys, not the brooding, stuck in the 80s punk, skater guys." Ellie was checking her email. She couldn't really look at Ashley it was kind of embarrassing.
"Maybe I have a broad taste in guys, Ellie, did you think about that?" Ashley was fuming. She lied down on Ellie's bed. Trevor's scent was on it. It smelled wonderful.
"I'm so sorry Ash. Besides, I thought you were going to use him as a rebound, which I have to say is a terrible idea, not as an actual boyfriend." Ellie stood up. She saw a look of hurt in Ashley's eyes. She had to do something. She didn't want to lose her friend.
"If you're looking for a rebound, come with me to Trevor's house on Saturday. He said I could invite a few friends. You might meet some cuties to spend a couple days with." Ellie looked pleadingly at Ashley.
"That's cool, I guess. I'll drop by around your place at 7 on Saturday." She smiled. Maybe this rebound thing wasn't going to be so bad after all, as long as she didn't take advice from Paige ever again.