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"Ashley, I don't want to go downtown, let's just go to my house." Trevor said as he turned towards the sidewalk. They'd been waiting for the bus on the corner. It was almost due. They'd stood in silence. The sky was overcast, and it was a very cold February morning.
Ashley sighed. "Yeah, Trev, if that's what you want to do."
They made the 5-block trek to his house, still in silence. However, they weren't silent because they had nothing to say or didn't know what to say, it was a comfortable, warm silence.
They arrived at the house. Trevor unlocked the door and they went inside. It wasn't familiar to Ashley, she'd never been there without 20 other people standing in the living room. She saw the ugly green carpet, and the black and white checkered loveseat, where she and Mark had spent their first hours together. She saw the kitchen, the place of pain and misery. She walked back into the living room, and looked out at the patio. The place where the rumors began.
"You want something to drink," Trevor yelled at he opened the refrigerator.
"No, I'm fine," Ashley called back. She removed her scarf, then her jacket, and finally her boots. She laid them by the front door. She walked over to the loveseat. After a couple minutes of sitting, she tugged at her shirt. Ashley hadn't realized how hot the room was, and her sweater wasn't making it any better.
Trevor came back into the living room, with a sandwich and a Coke. He sat down on the glass coffee table across from Ashley. It was odd, but then again, it was Trevor.
"Trev, you have a shirt or something, I'm hot, and I need to take my shirt off." Ashley surprised herself when she said that. That sounded like she was coming on to him. Well, from her point of view anyway.
"Take your shirt off if you're hot." Trevor took a huge bit out of his sandwich. He was tearing at it like he hadn't eaten in days.
"I really don't feel comfortable doing that, I don't have another shirt under it." Ashley was starting to feel uncomfortable.
"It's not a big deal Ash, I'm not going to think you're some kind of slut, here, I'll do it first." Trevor put down his plate, and took his shirt off. He shrugged, and sipped his Coke.
"Uh, in case you didn't know Trevor, you're a boy." Ashley remarked sarcastically.
He went back to his sandwich., and didn't really respond to Ashley. Ashley took a moment to look at his chest. She'd only seen it once before, and that was in Ellie's room, but she was too shocked to really think about it. Now, she took a long glance at him. He was built a little bit, his arms definitely weren't small, his pecs looked nice too., and light tan kissed his body. Ashley kept gazing.
"Ash, you're creeping me out, stop staring." Trevor said with a mouth full of sandwich.
"Exactly Trevor, I'm making a point, if I took off my shirt you'd stare, and probably more since I'm a girl." Ashley blushed a little.
Trevor rolled his eyes, and swallowed the last bit of his sandwich.
"Don't flatter yourself Ash." He took a long sip of his Coke.
"Excuse me, I have enough confidence in myself to know that you would stare, but I have too much dignity to show you." Ashley triumphed in her little speech.
"Shut up Ash, you're such a prude. Jesus. Everyone at school says you're, like, a slut, just live it up, stop being so stuck-up. You were the one that said you were hot, stop making, like, a huge deal.."
"Fine, fine," Ashley finally removed her sweater.
"Okay, that's the end of that." Trevor rolled his eyes, stood up, and walked back into the kitchen.
"Hey! Let's bake some cookies, I have the cookie dough." Trevor called from the kitchen.
Why was Trevor baking cookies, Ashley wondered as she stood up to join him in the kitchen.
"Trevor, you always surprise me." Ashley laughed.
"Yeah, well, my little brother likes them, so I thought I'd make some for him, before he got home."
Ashley leaned against the kitchen counter and watched Trevor, take out the baking sheets, and prepare the cookie dough.
"What kind?" Ashley asked.
"The only kind worth eating, chocolate chip." Trevor smiled at looked over at Ashley. He gave the bra-clad Ashley the once over.
"Not too bad Ash." He glanced at her chest before going back to baking cookies.
Ashley kept watching Trevor. I guess this is what Ellie saw in him. The side I never saw, the sober side of Trevor. The high Trevor was okay, but somewhat boring. The sober Trevor was a slightly muscular, sexy, sweet, cookie-making god.
I want him, right here. The thought kept flashing through Ashley's mind, repeatedly. I want him, right here. She couldn't stop thinking it. Then she remembered, he's her best friend's ex. He's probably still hung up over Ellie anywayI'm such a bad friend, she thought, as her previous perversion left her mind.
"So, we're finished and have exactly 31 minutes until the cookies will be ready." Trevor sauntered back into the living room.
Ashley was still in the kitchen, thinking about the things she and Trevor could've done in the kitchen, suddenly, a phone rang. It was Trevor's cell lying on the counter.
"Answer it," Trevor yelled from the love seat.
"Hello." Ashley answered.
"Ashley," the voice exclaimed from the other line, it was Mark.
"Oh," she said coldly.
"Why do you have Trevor's- never mind, can I speak to him?" Mark asked, reflecting Ashley's cold tone back.
"No, actually you can't call back later." Ashley snapped, and she ended the call.
She walked into the living room, and sat next to Trevor in the loveseat, who was staring off into space.
"Who was that?" Trevor asked.
"Wrong number," she said nervously.
"It was Mark, wasn't it. Why do hate him, you ruined the relationship with all your extra baggage."
"Why do you think you know me so well, you barely know me at all." Ashley was furious, how dare you say I ruined the relationship.
"Well, you never did anything for him, it was always, you, you, you. Oh, and all he tried to do was sing a song for you, and do stuff with you, but you were too stupid-"Ashley cut Trevor off.
"Shut up Trev, I could say some nasty things about you." Ashley was irate.
"Then why don't you, say it Ashley, say it!" Trevor yelled as he grew closer to her on the couch.
"Ellie dumped you for your terrible habit, she thought you were a loser, and laughs at the thought of you." Ashley smiled, and felt better. She was in his face, something she'd never done to anyone before, and it felt good!
"Since we're baring our feelings, I think I should say, that you need to shut up about you "problems", you have a great life. You're parents love you, you have, or should I say had friends, and yet your stupid personality messes everything up. You're a bitch Ashley Kerwin, a bitch!"
Suddenly out of nowhere, Trevor kissed her.
"Ashley, I don't want to go downtown, let's just go to my house." Trevor said as he turned towards the sidewalk. They'd been waiting for the bus on the corner. It was almost due. They'd stood in silence. The sky was overcast, and it was a very cold February morning.
Ashley sighed. "Yeah, Trev, if that's what you want to do."
They made the 5-block trek to his house, still in silence. However, they weren't silent because they had nothing to say or didn't know what to say, it was a comfortable, warm silence.
They arrived at the house. Trevor unlocked the door and they went inside. It wasn't familiar to Ashley, she'd never been there without 20 other people standing in the living room. She saw the ugly green carpet, and the black and white checkered loveseat, where she and Mark had spent their first hours together. She saw the kitchen, the place of pain and misery. She walked back into the living room, and looked out at the patio. The place where the rumors began.
"You want something to drink," Trevor yelled at he opened the refrigerator.
"No, I'm fine," Ashley called back. She removed her scarf, then her jacket, and finally her boots. She laid them by the front door. She walked over to the loveseat. After a couple minutes of sitting, she tugged at her shirt. Ashley hadn't realized how hot the room was, and her sweater wasn't making it any better.
Trevor came back into the living room, with a sandwich and a Coke. He sat down on the glass coffee table across from Ashley. It was odd, but then again, it was Trevor.
"Trev, you have a shirt or something, I'm hot, and I need to take my shirt off." Ashley surprised herself when she said that. That sounded like she was coming on to him. Well, from her point of view anyway.
"Take your shirt off if you're hot." Trevor took a huge bit out of his sandwich. He was tearing at it like he hadn't eaten in days.
"I really don't feel comfortable doing that, I don't have another shirt under it." Ashley was starting to feel uncomfortable.
"It's not a big deal Ash, I'm not going to think you're some kind of slut, here, I'll do it first." Trevor put down his plate, and took his shirt off. He shrugged, and sipped his Coke.
"Uh, in case you didn't know Trevor, you're a boy." Ashley remarked sarcastically.
He went back to his sandwich., and didn't really respond to Ashley. Ashley took a moment to look at his chest. She'd only seen it once before, and that was in Ellie's room, but she was too shocked to really think about it. Now, she took a long glance at him. He was built a little bit, his arms definitely weren't small, his pecs looked nice too., and light tan kissed his body. Ashley kept gazing.
"Ash, you're creeping me out, stop staring." Trevor said with a mouth full of sandwich.
"Exactly Trevor, I'm making a point, if I took off my shirt you'd stare, and probably more since I'm a girl." Ashley blushed a little.
Trevor rolled his eyes, and swallowed the last bit of his sandwich.
"Don't flatter yourself Ash." He took a long sip of his Coke.
"Excuse me, I have enough confidence in myself to know that you would stare, but I have too much dignity to show you." Ashley triumphed in her little speech.
"Shut up Ash, you're such a prude. Jesus. Everyone at school says you're, like, a slut, just live it up, stop being so stuck-up. You were the one that said you were hot, stop making, like, a huge deal.."
"Fine, fine," Ashley finally removed her sweater.
"Okay, that's the end of that." Trevor rolled his eyes, stood up, and walked back into the kitchen.
"Hey! Let's bake some cookies, I have the cookie dough." Trevor called from the kitchen.
Why was Trevor baking cookies, Ashley wondered as she stood up to join him in the kitchen.
"Trevor, you always surprise me." Ashley laughed.
"Yeah, well, my little brother likes them, so I thought I'd make some for him, before he got home."
Ashley leaned against the kitchen counter and watched Trevor, take out the baking sheets, and prepare the cookie dough.
"What kind?" Ashley asked.
"The only kind worth eating, chocolate chip." Trevor smiled at looked over at Ashley. He gave the bra-clad Ashley the once over.
"Not too bad Ash." He glanced at her chest before going back to baking cookies.
Ashley kept watching Trevor. I guess this is what Ellie saw in him. The side I never saw, the sober side of Trevor. The high Trevor was okay, but somewhat boring. The sober Trevor was a slightly muscular, sexy, sweet, cookie-making god.
I want him, right here. The thought kept flashing through Ashley's mind, repeatedly. I want him, right here. She couldn't stop thinking it. Then she remembered, he's her best friend's ex. He's probably still hung up over Ellie anywayI'm such a bad friend, she thought, as her previous perversion left her mind.
"So, we're finished and have exactly 31 minutes until the cookies will be ready." Trevor sauntered back into the living room.
Ashley was still in the kitchen, thinking about the things she and Trevor could've done in the kitchen, suddenly, a phone rang. It was Trevor's cell lying on the counter.
"Answer it," Trevor yelled from the love seat.
"Hello." Ashley answered.
"Ashley," the voice exclaimed from the other line, it was Mark.
"Oh," she said coldly.
"Why do you have Trevor's- never mind, can I speak to him?" Mark asked, reflecting Ashley's cold tone back.
"No, actually you can't call back later." Ashley snapped, and she ended the call.
She walked into the living room, and sat next to Trevor in the loveseat, who was staring off into space.
"Who was that?" Trevor asked.
"Wrong number," she said nervously.
"It was Mark, wasn't it. Why do hate him, you ruined the relationship with all your extra baggage."
"Why do you think you know me so well, you barely know me at all." Ashley was furious, how dare you say I ruined the relationship.
"Well, you never did anything for him, it was always, you, you, you. Oh, and all he tried to do was sing a song for you, and do stuff with you, but you were too stupid-"Ashley cut Trevor off.
"Shut up Trev, I could say some nasty things about you." Ashley was irate.
"Then why don't you, say it Ashley, say it!" Trevor yelled as he grew closer to her on the couch.
"Ellie dumped you for your terrible habit, she thought you were a loser, and laughs at the thought of you." Ashley smiled, and felt better. She was in his face, something she'd never done to anyone before, and it felt good!
"Since we're baring our feelings, I think I should say, that you need to shut up about you "problems", you have a great life. You're parents love you, you have, or should I say had friends, and yet your stupid personality messes everything up. You're a bitch Ashley Kerwin, a bitch!"
Suddenly out of nowhere, Trevor kissed her.