"Ash, it's just a few more steps to my place, just a little bit further,"
Mark said patiently.
Ashley and Mark walked into the loft. Ashley walked slowly over to the leather couch and laid down on it. Mark went to into the kitchen.
"You want something to eat? I have some leftover pizza or, Ash? Ash?" Mark walked over to the couch.
"Ashley." He shook her lightly, and then he gently patted her back.
Ashley turned over and smiled. Her eyes were red from crying.
"Hey, you, she whispered. I'm just a little tired, but I'm not hungry." She rolled back onto her stomach.
"Ash, those guys, they really hurt you. Guys can be jerks at times, but not every guy is like that." Mark sat down at the end of the couch by her feet.
"I thought that too once, but all guys are jerks, you just have to wait around long enough for one to show his colors." Ashley sat up.
"You can't honestly believe that, what happened to you?" He waited for her reply.
"I don't want to talk about it. It ended right before winter break, until that point, I thought it was serious, but he was playing me." Tears started to well up in her eyes again.
Mark put his arms around Ashley.
"Ash, it's okay. I'm not planning on doing that to you." They sat on the couch for a while, he held her, while she let tears silently run down her face.
Soon Ashley grew tired. "Where do you want me to sleep? Down here is okay with me." She pulled away from his grip and peered into his eyes. "I just need a t-shirt to sleep in."
"You could use my bed, and I could sleep down here if you wanted me to." He stood up. "Let me go upstairs and get you a t-shirt."
"Mark, wait, I want you to sleep with me." Ashley blushed, looked down at the floor, and then looked back at him.
Ashley woke up the next morning with her head on Mark's chest, and his arm was around her.
"Good morning," Mark said as Ashley opened her eyes.
"How long have you been up?" Ashley ran her fingers over his stomach.
"A few minutes, I was watching you peacefully sleep."
"That's so sweet, creepy, but sweet." She giggled. Ashley sat up. "I'm hungry, I'm going to go see what you have in your kitchen."
Ashley rummaged through the cabinets.
"Where's the food Mark?" She yelled.
"There's some cereal somewhere." He replied as he walked downstairs. Ashley looked at him. She hadn't paid much attention before, but she realized that he wasn't wearing anything but his boxers.
I'm standing in this gorgeous-bodied guy's kitchen, and he's standing in his boxers and thinking nothing of it, Ashley couldn't stop running that one thought through her head.
"You seriously need to go grocery shopping with me," Ashley said as she poured the Frosted Flakes into bowls.
Ashley sat down at the table. "Mark, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do, you know, like for a job." Ashley stirred her cereal around.
"I just sit around hang out, while I write music. I don't really amount to much." He ate a spoon full of flakes.
"Well, how do you, uh, get money?" Ashley picked a couple flakes out of her cereal.
"Ash, I hate talking about this crap, so I'm only going to tell you once. My parents, aren't exactly poor okay. I told them I wanted to put off college and do my own the thing for a little bit. They were upset, but they bought me this crappy loft and gave me a monthly allowance. They thought they could get it out of my system. It was my mom you heard call my name yesterday. She was making a surprise visit." Mark stood up and dumped his cereal bowl into the sink.
"Mark, I didn't mean to-"
"I know. I know. I doubt you'd do anything to deliberately hurt me."
Mark walked over to the kitchen table, and scooped Ashley out of her chair. She was surprised, but then she squealed with delight. He sat down on the couch with and sat her in his lap.
"You have no idea how sweet you are." He fixedly gazed into her eyes. He leaned to in closer. "Beautiful," he whispered, before their lips united.
Ashley didn't know how long they stayed on the couch, gently kissing each other. It could've been minutes, it could've been hours, but it didn't matter, it felt like an amazing eternity.
Without warning, there was loud knocking on the door. Mark decided not to answer it, but it persisted. He sighed, looked regretfully at Ashley, got off the couch, and went to answer the door.
"Where is she? Where is she?" Ashley heard a familiar voice.
"Mom!" Ashley cried out. Ashley bounded off the couch and ran toward her mother.
"Ashley, get your stuff."
Ashley and Mark walked into the loft. Ashley walked slowly over to the leather couch and laid down on it. Mark went to into the kitchen.
"You want something to eat? I have some leftover pizza or, Ash? Ash?" Mark walked over to the couch.
"Ashley." He shook her lightly, and then he gently patted her back.
Ashley turned over and smiled. Her eyes were red from crying.
"Hey, you, she whispered. I'm just a little tired, but I'm not hungry." She rolled back onto her stomach.
"Ash, those guys, they really hurt you. Guys can be jerks at times, but not every guy is like that." Mark sat down at the end of the couch by her feet.
"I thought that too once, but all guys are jerks, you just have to wait around long enough for one to show his colors." Ashley sat up.
"You can't honestly believe that, what happened to you?" He waited for her reply.
"I don't want to talk about it. It ended right before winter break, until that point, I thought it was serious, but he was playing me." Tears started to well up in her eyes again.
Mark put his arms around Ashley.
"Ash, it's okay. I'm not planning on doing that to you." They sat on the couch for a while, he held her, while she let tears silently run down her face.
Soon Ashley grew tired. "Where do you want me to sleep? Down here is okay with me." She pulled away from his grip and peered into his eyes. "I just need a t-shirt to sleep in."
"You could use my bed, and I could sleep down here if you wanted me to." He stood up. "Let me go upstairs and get you a t-shirt."
"Mark, wait, I want you to sleep with me." Ashley blushed, looked down at the floor, and then looked back at him.
Ashley woke up the next morning with her head on Mark's chest, and his arm was around her.
"Good morning," Mark said as Ashley opened her eyes.
"How long have you been up?" Ashley ran her fingers over his stomach.
"A few minutes, I was watching you peacefully sleep."
"That's so sweet, creepy, but sweet." She giggled. Ashley sat up. "I'm hungry, I'm going to go see what you have in your kitchen."
Ashley rummaged through the cabinets.
"Where's the food Mark?" She yelled.
"There's some cereal somewhere." He replied as he walked downstairs. Ashley looked at him. She hadn't paid much attention before, but she realized that he wasn't wearing anything but his boxers.
I'm standing in this gorgeous-bodied guy's kitchen, and he's standing in his boxers and thinking nothing of it, Ashley couldn't stop running that one thought through her head.
"You seriously need to go grocery shopping with me," Ashley said as she poured the Frosted Flakes into bowls.
Ashley sat down at the table. "Mark, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do, you know, like for a job." Ashley stirred her cereal around.
"I just sit around hang out, while I write music. I don't really amount to much." He ate a spoon full of flakes.
"Well, how do you, uh, get money?" Ashley picked a couple flakes out of her cereal.
"Ash, I hate talking about this crap, so I'm only going to tell you once. My parents, aren't exactly poor okay. I told them I wanted to put off college and do my own the thing for a little bit. They were upset, but they bought me this crappy loft and gave me a monthly allowance. They thought they could get it out of my system. It was my mom you heard call my name yesterday. She was making a surprise visit." Mark stood up and dumped his cereal bowl into the sink.
"Mark, I didn't mean to-"
"I know. I know. I doubt you'd do anything to deliberately hurt me."
Mark walked over to the kitchen table, and scooped Ashley out of her chair. She was surprised, but then she squealed with delight. He sat down on the couch with and sat her in his lap.
"You have no idea how sweet you are." He fixedly gazed into her eyes. He leaned to in closer. "Beautiful," he whispered, before their lips united.
Ashley didn't know how long they stayed on the couch, gently kissing each other. It could've been minutes, it could've been hours, but it didn't matter, it felt like an amazing eternity.
Without warning, there was loud knocking on the door. Mark decided not to answer it, but it persisted. He sighed, looked regretfully at Ashley, got off the couch, and went to answer the door.
"Where is she? Where is she?" Ashley heard a familiar voice.
"Mom!" Ashley cried out. Ashley bounded off the couch and ran toward her mother.
"Ashley, get your stuff."