"You write 50 and I'll write 50." Paige commanded. Ashley and Paige were
facing each other, at a table the library.
"You can have fun, I've written my 50. It took me all of lunch but I'm finished." Ashley stood up.
"No, Ash, we have to write them together, that's the whole point of this thing. Ms. Kwan will make us write more if you leave now." Paige looked pleadingly at Ashley.
"Fine, I'll stay." Ashley sat back down in the wooden chair. She sighed.
Ashley's phone went off a few minutes later. She quickly answered.
"Hey, sweetie," Ashley said breathlessly. Paige stopped writing and started listening to Ashley's conversation.
"Yeah I know, but I'll have to come over later. I'm stuck at school." Ashley sighed again, and then burst into giggles.
"Yeah, I'm sure my mom will go for that again. My mom would call every hour on the hour if I said I was at Ellie's house." Ashley was smiling.
Paige was a little puzzled. Hearing both sides of the conversation would make things a lot easier.
"Are you serious?" Ashley's smile got even wider. "I think it'll work. I'll have to ask Ellie, but I bet she won't mind, not for one night anyway. We'll probably have to think of something else after that."
Paige was extremely curious at this point. She was literally staring at Ashley.
"Yeah, I'll see you soon, talk to you later." Ashley hung up.
"There is no was you're getting anything out of me," Ashley smirked. "I'm not that stupid, so, get back to writing Paige, I need to leave."
Ashley was excited. Mark had practically begged her to spend the night with him. Of course, he said there wasn't any pressure to do anything, he just wanted to be with her. Ashley could say she was at Ellie's, but Ellie would be at the loft too, Trevor in tow, and all Ellie's house calls would be forwarded to Ellie's cell phone, so whenever Ashley's mother thought she was calling the house, she'd be calling the cell phone. It was perfect.
Later that night, Trevor, Ellie, and Ashley were all in Mark's loft. The plan had worked so far, Ashley's mom had called twice, and she didn't seem to suspect anything.
Ashley and Mark were upstairs in his room, sitting on his bed. He had gotten out his guitar, and was strumming on it.
"Ash, I wrote a song for you." Mark smiled.
Ashley gasped. Memories of Craig loomed in her head. She didn't want this relationship to be a repeat of that. Mark seemed to understand what she was thinking. He put his guitar down, and put his hand on top of hers.
"Ash, I'm not like that. You should know that by that now." He gazed into her eyes.
"I know, I'm just not ready for that." Ashley looked down.
"It's okay, Ash, I'm okay." Mark looked a little disappointed, but that soon faded when Ashley leaned in and kissed him.
About 20 minutes later, Ashley was on top of shirtless Mark, still kissing him. He reached under her shirt and started to feel around. As he made his way to her bra clasps. Ashley then pulled away from the kiss. She rolled off him, and sat up on the bed. Mark groaned a little.
"Mark, I can't do this now, I'm not ready for that." Ashley glanced meekly into his eyes.
"You're not ready for anything! I can't even play a song I spent days writing, because 'you're not ready' to hear it. I'm starting to think that maybe you're not ready for a relationship. At least not now."
Ashley got off the bed, tears were welling in her eyes. "Maybe, I'm not Mark. Or maybe, you're just selfish. You can't accept the fact that I won't have sex with you."
"I'm selfish, I'm selfish!" Mark roared. "Ash, maybe you should leave, before I say something that I'll be sure to regret."
Ashley walked down the stairs. She found Ellie glued to her laptop on one side of the sofa, and Trevor on the other.
"Ellie, I think we should go now." Ashley picked up her coat.
"Ash, I can't go yet, this is Mark's laptop, and I need it to finish this article. Mine is crashing all the time. I'll be done soon." Ellie glanced at Ashley, and then went back to typing.
"Hang out with Trevor, he's bored too." Ellie pointed at Trevor on the other end of the sofa. He was staring into space. Of all the people Ellie could date, she picked this weird stoner guy, but they were a perfect match, and no one could figure out why.
"Trevor, you want to do something?" Ashley called out.
"Yeah, I need to make, like a stop to Book Ends that store that I saw you in that day."
Ashley rolled her eyes. The store where Trevor buys his pot. It was a seedy bookstore, and the clerk sold pot, probably as secondary income. Book Ends was about three blocks away from the loft.
"Yeah, Trev, I'll go with you." She put on her coat.
They went down the steps of the loft. It was a cold February night. The sun was just setting, and they could see their breaths in the air.
"So, I heard you and Mark fighting." Trevor said casually.
"Yeah, he says I'm selfish." Ashley laughed nervously.
"Well, you kind of are." Trevor blurted out.
"What do you mean selfish?" Ashley was getting a little defensive.
"Well, when you were like depressed at my party that first time, he listened to you talk the whole night, and when you got kicked out of my house, he let you sleep in his car, when he totally, could've ditched you. Remember when he let you sleep in his bed, when you like, fell asleep, and that time when he let you stay over, when you had no place to live. He let you cry in his arms even when he was like supposed to be at gigs and stuff. I don't think you knew that. I thought you could at least give him some or something."
Ashley and Trevor walked in silence for a few minutes.
"Wow," Ashley groaned. "I've been a bitch."
Trevor chuckled. They soon came to the bookstore.
"Hey Reggie, you know what I'm here for." Trevor proclaimed as he entered the store. Reggie was the clerk that sold weed.
"Hey, Trevor, just give me the money and you'll soon be in your heaven." Reggie smiled.
Trevor opened his wallet, and a look of terror came over his face.
"Damn, I spent it all." Trevor trembling.
"On what?" Reggie asked.
"That stupid bracelet for Ellie. I had it made and stuff, and now I can't buy anything. Well, I can buy a small bag, but that's about it. This can't be happening to me."
"Well then, buy the bag you can afford." Trevor handed Reggie the money, and took the bag.
Ashley and Trevor left the bookstore.
"Trev, that was kind of cute. You spent all that money on that bracelet of Ellie." Ashley smiled.
"Yeah, I knew Ellie would like it, but now, I don't have like, enough weed." Trevor looked upset.
"Well, you must really like her."
"Yeah, I do."
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"You can have fun, I've written my 50. It took me all of lunch but I'm finished." Ashley stood up.
"No, Ash, we have to write them together, that's the whole point of this thing. Ms. Kwan will make us write more if you leave now." Paige looked pleadingly at Ashley.
"Fine, I'll stay." Ashley sat back down in the wooden chair. She sighed.
Ashley's phone went off a few minutes later. She quickly answered.
"Hey, sweetie," Ashley said breathlessly. Paige stopped writing and started listening to Ashley's conversation.
"Yeah I know, but I'll have to come over later. I'm stuck at school." Ashley sighed again, and then burst into giggles.
"Yeah, I'm sure my mom will go for that again. My mom would call every hour on the hour if I said I was at Ellie's house." Ashley was smiling.
Paige was a little puzzled. Hearing both sides of the conversation would make things a lot easier.
"Are you serious?" Ashley's smile got even wider. "I think it'll work. I'll have to ask Ellie, but I bet she won't mind, not for one night anyway. We'll probably have to think of something else after that."
Paige was extremely curious at this point. She was literally staring at Ashley.
"Yeah, I'll see you soon, talk to you later." Ashley hung up.
"There is no was you're getting anything out of me," Ashley smirked. "I'm not that stupid, so, get back to writing Paige, I need to leave."
Ashley was excited. Mark had practically begged her to spend the night with him. Of course, he said there wasn't any pressure to do anything, he just wanted to be with her. Ashley could say she was at Ellie's, but Ellie would be at the loft too, Trevor in tow, and all Ellie's house calls would be forwarded to Ellie's cell phone, so whenever Ashley's mother thought she was calling the house, she'd be calling the cell phone. It was perfect.
Later that night, Trevor, Ellie, and Ashley were all in Mark's loft. The plan had worked so far, Ashley's mom had called twice, and she didn't seem to suspect anything.
Ashley and Mark were upstairs in his room, sitting on his bed. He had gotten out his guitar, and was strumming on it.
"Ash, I wrote a song for you." Mark smiled.
Ashley gasped. Memories of Craig loomed in her head. She didn't want this relationship to be a repeat of that. Mark seemed to understand what she was thinking. He put his guitar down, and put his hand on top of hers.
"Ash, I'm not like that. You should know that by that now." He gazed into her eyes.
"I know, I'm just not ready for that." Ashley looked down.
"It's okay, Ash, I'm okay." Mark looked a little disappointed, but that soon faded when Ashley leaned in and kissed him.
About 20 minutes later, Ashley was on top of shirtless Mark, still kissing him. He reached under her shirt and started to feel around. As he made his way to her bra clasps. Ashley then pulled away from the kiss. She rolled off him, and sat up on the bed. Mark groaned a little.
"Mark, I can't do this now, I'm not ready for that." Ashley glanced meekly into his eyes.
"You're not ready for anything! I can't even play a song I spent days writing, because 'you're not ready' to hear it. I'm starting to think that maybe you're not ready for a relationship. At least not now."
Ashley got off the bed, tears were welling in her eyes. "Maybe, I'm not Mark. Or maybe, you're just selfish. You can't accept the fact that I won't have sex with you."
"I'm selfish, I'm selfish!" Mark roared. "Ash, maybe you should leave, before I say something that I'll be sure to regret."
Ashley walked down the stairs. She found Ellie glued to her laptop on one side of the sofa, and Trevor on the other.
"Ellie, I think we should go now." Ashley picked up her coat.
"Ash, I can't go yet, this is Mark's laptop, and I need it to finish this article. Mine is crashing all the time. I'll be done soon." Ellie glanced at Ashley, and then went back to typing.
"Hang out with Trevor, he's bored too." Ellie pointed at Trevor on the other end of the sofa. He was staring into space. Of all the people Ellie could date, she picked this weird stoner guy, but they were a perfect match, and no one could figure out why.
"Trevor, you want to do something?" Ashley called out.
"Yeah, I need to make, like a stop to Book Ends that store that I saw you in that day."
Ashley rolled her eyes. The store where Trevor buys his pot. It was a seedy bookstore, and the clerk sold pot, probably as secondary income. Book Ends was about three blocks away from the loft.
"Yeah, Trev, I'll go with you." She put on her coat.
They went down the steps of the loft. It was a cold February night. The sun was just setting, and they could see their breaths in the air.
"So, I heard you and Mark fighting." Trevor said casually.
"Yeah, he says I'm selfish." Ashley laughed nervously.
"Well, you kind of are." Trevor blurted out.
"What do you mean selfish?" Ashley was getting a little defensive.
"Well, when you were like depressed at my party that first time, he listened to you talk the whole night, and when you got kicked out of my house, he let you sleep in his car, when he totally, could've ditched you. Remember when he let you sleep in his bed, when you like, fell asleep, and that time when he let you stay over, when you had no place to live. He let you cry in his arms even when he was like supposed to be at gigs and stuff. I don't think you knew that. I thought you could at least give him some or something."
Ashley and Trevor walked in silence for a few minutes.
"Wow," Ashley groaned. "I've been a bitch."
Trevor chuckled. They soon came to the bookstore.
"Hey Reggie, you know what I'm here for." Trevor proclaimed as he entered the store. Reggie was the clerk that sold weed.
"Hey, Trevor, just give me the money and you'll soon be in your heaven." Reggie smiled.
Trevor opened his wallet, and a look of terror came over his face.
"Damn, I spent it all." Trevor trembling.
"On what?" Reggie asked.
"That stupid bracelet for Ellie. I had it made and stuff, and now I can't buy anything. Well, I can buy a small bag, but that's about it. This can't be happening to me."
"Well then, buy the bag you can afford." Trevor handed Reggie the money, and took the bag.
Ashley and Trevor left the bookstore.
"Trev, that was kind of cute. You spent all that money on that bracelet of Ellie." Ashley smiled.
"Yeah, I knew Ellie would like it, but now, I don't have like, enough weed." Trevor looked upset.
"Well, you must really like her."
"Yeah, I do."
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