Disclaimers Note: I Do Not Own Recess.

Authors Note: I'm sorry if I misspelled in my last chapter, but if its concerning Antione's sentences like "tryin'" or "lil", its not misspelled. I meant for that to happen; I'm trying to distinguish his way of talking. In other words, he's ghetto!

Ashleys Series #1

Lip Gloss on A Hockey Shirt

Chapter Two

Practice was vigorous and the burn in Bob's legs were killing him! He was so glad that it was over when he plumped himself down on the bench to rest.

"Great practice, Bob!"

Bob turned around to see Sam smiling and waving to him from the ice. "I'll see you Wednesday!" He said.

Bob lifted his own hand, barely, and waved back with a painful smile and a nod.

Not bothering to get up and go to the locker room. Bob removed his chest pads and jersey right there on the bench. He stood up, wearing his beater shirt, when he saw a few girl skaters coming into the rink.

He watched them for a minute until he spotted a familiar blonde come out on the rink. She came out with such grace and determination.

It was Ashley A.

She had on a blue leotard with a white sarong around her waist and stopped mid-thigh. Her skates were a pearly white, which color matched her hair tie which pulled the half of hair and left some down.

She skated around the rink once and the came towards the middle, which was clear of other skaters, jumped up and spun up in the air and came down with ease.

Bob's mouth dropped to the ground.

Ashley, who was hunched down low, slowly stood up. As if she knew someone was watching her, Ashley head turned a little ways so that her eyes caught Bob's.

Ashley's eyes widened in surprise, holding Bob's gaze.

They held each others eyes until a group of skaters zoomed in-between them.

Once they passed, Ashley was gone.

"What in the-" Bob blinked, looking around for a glimpse of the blonde girl.

But she gone.

At school the next day, King Bob sat on his throne on top of Old Rusty.

"Jerome! Jordan!" He shouted.

Out of the blue, the two boys jumped in front of Bob. "Yes, sir!"

"Have you found out anything about Ashley A.?"

"Nothing, sir." Jordan answered. "No one knows anything, the Ashley's wont talk, and we can't seem to find Tyler A."

Bob rubbed his chin in thought.

"Alright," Bob waved his hand. "Dismiss this all."

"Sir, but why?" Jerome asked in confusion.

Bob looked at him, "Do I have to explain this to you?"

Jerome waved his hand frantically in the air, "N-no-no!"

"Good. What is the daily report?"

Jerome and Jordan, both forgetting the Ashley A problem, started to talk at once about the problems of the playground.

However, Bob didn't listen to a word they were saying.

He was thinking about the Ashley problem. He needed to do this on his own because his men were making it seem like a big scandal. He'd have to do this without causing suspicion. This would keep people from talking because the kids don't want get in trouble so they keep it to themselves.

King Bob growled, now how was he going to get around without his men following him?

"And sir, Upside Down Girl is sick today and the diggers want to know-" King Bob heard Jordan say.

"Wait," King Bob interrupted. "Repeat that?"

Jordan blinked, "The diggers want to-"

"No! Before that!"

"Upside Down Girl is sick?" Jordan tired again.

King Bob grinned to himself.

He had a strategy.

The next day, Bob came out of his classroom to meet his men.

"King Bob!" The King's guards shouted, saluting to him.

Bob motioned for them to stand in ease. "I, King Bob, is not feeling well at the moment-"

The boys gasped. "Are you to die?" Said one, tears forming in his eyes.

King Bob raised a brow at the boy for being so stupid. "No, you idiot. Just a stomach ache. I'll be in the Nurses office."

"Yes sir!" They all shouted out loud.

"Jordan! Jerome!"

"Yes sir!" Shouted the duo, popping out of nowhere(as always), and saluting.

"See to it that you watch over the kingdom while I'm in the Nurse's office."

Jordan nodded. "Affirmative, sir."

The guards were about to bend down to take Bob to the Nurse's room but Bob held his hand for them to halt.

"I will walk there myself," Bob could see the confusion sweeping into their eyes so he quickly added, "I need you men to oversee the duties of the playground."

This seemed to work because they all nodded and taking looks of honor and duty.

"YES, SIR!" They all shouted, again showed the military greeting, and then left.

Bob sighed, "Now for the hard part..."

Bob stood at the steps of the school, looking at it from a way he hadn't seen it since his fifth grade year. From off his podium, it didn't look as large as it did when he stood at the steps like he did now.

Bob saw a few kids coming his way so he ran off to hide behind some bushes.

"Did I just see King Bob?" Said a little girl to her friend. They passed by Bob, who sighed with relief.

"Maybe I should hide this." Bob pulled his crown off his head and looked for a place to put it.

Bob looked above him to see a branch. He turned to gaze up at tree, around the top of the trunk, he saw a small hole. It looked big enough to fit his crown.

Bob slowly pushed his crown in and surprisingly enough, it fit.

"This will have to do, I guess." Bob turned around and then ran a yard or two.

First stop, the Ashley's clubhouse.

Bob staked out up in a tree, watching the clubhouse. He hadn't seen anything for two minutes.

Finally, Bob spotted Ashley Q coming out of the front. He was just about jump down to ask her questions when Ashley A came out right after.

"Man," Bob sighed. His attention was caught, however, when he saw the Ashley's sitting down - right in the dirt!

"So, you like him?" Ashley A asked her best friend.

Ashley Q nodded, "Can you believe it? He asked me out!"

"Wow, and we're, like, still in the fourth grade!" Ashley A laughed.

"Well, I am very cute!" Ashley Q said.

Though, it was strange because she said this with tease. The girl, whenever in front of public, usually sounded snotty.

Not with the softness she spoke in with Ashley A.

All of a sudden, Ashley A's blue eyes started to fill with tears.

"Oh, Ashley..." The blonde-haired girl cried, leaning her head against her friends shoulder.

"Oh, don't cry, Ashley A!" Ashley Q wrapped her arm around her friend. Ashley A wept into the girl's shoulder as she hugged her.

"I cant stop...I can't..." Ashley A cried out.

"It hurts too much, Ashley..." Ashley added softly.

"It hurts too much..." She repeated, barley audible.

Bob watched this with wonderment. What in the world was going on?

"Oh, shoot." Ashley Q growled, very unladylike of an Ashley. "Here comes that pip-squeak, Randy, Ramon-whatever his name is! Like, he is so annoying!"

Ashley A quickly let go of her friend, wiping her eyes. "Come on, lets go to the bathroom. I better get rid of these red-eyes before he see's and tells everyone that I was crying."

They stood up, brushing themselves off, and then sped to the restrooms. Randall missed them by just two seconds. Seeing nothing, he ran off to see if he could see anything he could tell Mrs. Finster.

Bob jumped out of the tree.

"So, something really bad happened to Ashley A. But Ashley Q is still friends with her so that means that the Ashley's are staying together."

Bob shook his head, "But I can't take that chance. I have to dig further," Bob looked around to see if anyone was around.

Bob kneeled in front of the Ashley's hideout. He knocked on the front door.

"Hello!" He shouted out.

No answer.

"Well, I'll just step in for a few minutes..." Bob opened the wooden hatchway. Leaning in a little too far, Bob fell in.

"Ahhhhh!" Bob yelled out, sliding down into the darkness.

Bob landed on the ground, rolling, and then hitting something hard.

Bob lay gazing up at the ceiling from the flat of his back.

Bob gained back some of his wit and groaned. "I'll remember that slide next time round." He sat up with his hand to his head.

However, the ache that he felt quickly melted away.

Bob looked up at the wall he had hit and saw a huge cascade of pictures all over...

Of BOYS!

Bob stood up while he gaped at the massive picture collection of them.

"Whoa." Bob breathed out. "Those girls have to much time on their hands."

Bob turned around, taking in the sights. The room was large; the south wall held the collage of pictures; the other walls were painted pink.

Propped up against the wall adjacent to the covered wall was a small podium that held up a large pink book.

"Hmmmm..." Bob came across it. "What's this?"

He looked at the book, which had written in gold "The Ashleys' Diary."

Bob opened it up and read the first entry from Ashley A:

This is, like, the first entry of the Ashleys Diary! We made a clubhouse in the playground today with our Daddy's money. Ashley Q's dad bought the outside tires, which give it such a debonair look. Ashley T's dad payed for the building of the clubhouse. And, like, Ashley B's dad bought the accessories like all the furniture and, like, the painting of the walls. Daddy bought the all the rest of the stuff, like, the mural pad so we could hang the pictures of our crushes (I didn't tell daddy or he'd, like, have a fit), and this beautiful book. In this, we will write everything and anything that we want to share with all the other Ashleys. It's so, Scandalous!

We hear by declare this the official diary of the Ashleys.

On the bottom of the entry were the Ashley's signatures.

Bob grinned, "All their secrets in one little book." He flipped an amount of pages and gazed at an entry about Ashley A from Ashley Q:

Ashley A just left from school today and she looked so scared! I don't know about this, Ashley's, but I have a bad feeling! I'm going to go to her house, like, right after school! Girls, I think she'll be needing us here soon... I'm so scared for her...

Bob couldn't read the rest because it was all smudged, as if someone spilled water-

Wait, tears.

Bob could tell that the marks were tears because the smudges were really streaks of water that ran down the page.

Something must have been really wrong.

Bob flicked the pages to the last two entries. Ashley A wrote it:

I've got skating practice after school on Wednesday's and Friday's. I'll come back to Cheerleading practices after a few months but right now, I need to, like, concentrate on this. The girls are going to tell Ranger that I'll be around. Ashley B heard from Ashley T that he, like, likes me. Well, he is cute!

Then the next day:

Today's the day. I didn't want it to get to me but it did. I didn't, like, mean to cause any trouble but, like, I couldn't help it! King Bob's men were, like, being awfully rude by, like, barging through the halls! They told me to move so I told them to like, bug off!

And they had the NERVE to, like, grab me and take me to King Bob. I was so totally embarrassed! They had to take me when I was trying to think and they, like, paraded me through the playground like some animal. Not that I care. I wasn't thinking about them-

Bob stopped reading. He could hear someone coming his way.

"Uh oh..." Bob mentally yelled at himself for taking so long.

Bob slammed the diary shut and started to frantically look for a way out.

Bob growled when he realized that the way out was the way in.

"He misses you so much, Ashley." Said a voice that was coming down the slide.

"Aw, man..." Bob ran towards the couch and slide behind just as Ashley Q came sliding in.

Ashley A landed a few seconds after her friend, "Ranger is such a hot head, though. Like, he's too much of the jealous type."

Bob peaked around the corner of the sofa to see the Ashley's walking away from him.

Bob slowly crawled to the front and slowly crept up the slide.

Bob didn't breathe in until he reached the top of the clubhouse and ran off.

"Whoa..." Bob said, breathing heavily. "That was way to close. I gotta get better at this thing."

Bob let out one big sigh as he stood, overlooking the clubhouse, and reviewing everything he found out.

So whatever bad happened to Ashley A that day must have been somewhere in the past.

Bob shook his head. The Ashley's didn't look like they were going to break up or anything.

And whatever Bob learned today didn't feel like something he should dig into.

It didn't feel right.

Bob sighed. As long as he knew that the Ashley's were alright and his kingdom wasn't in the midst of chaos.

"Lightly, Cartwright! You pass too hard, it might just zoom on by and into the opponents hands!" Coach Bergs shouted out.

"Got it, Coach!" Bob shouted out. He skated out to the front with Jake Rustler, one of his teammates, and did exactly what the Coach told him to do.

"Good, that's what I'm talking about!" The Coach's gaze landed on Sam. "McCann! Just because you're the new kid doesn't mean you can slack off! Now, MOVE IT!"

Bob and his team were practicing on their passing and running drills.

"Make 'em work, Coach!" Shouted a voice.

Everyone turned and looked up in te stands to see Rover in his gear, shouting and laughing.

"Just like I did you, McCann, when you were with me!" Coach turned to his team and added, "Once you all know how to play like him, maybe there's hope for you boys yet!"

"You make me blush, Coach! I love you, man!" Rover laughed out as he walked out.

Coach grinned. He shook his head and then looked up. With a yell, he shouted for the boys to get back to work and stop staring off into space.

After about an hour of slapping, shooting, and drills, Bob came straggling to the locker room.

"You need to slow it down, Cartwright. Any faster and I'll throw up just looking at you," Jake groaned. "You're going to wear yourself out."

"Too much energy," Bob said then he winced. "During practice is when my energy is rolling. It's after practice that I pay for my having too much energy."

"Well," Said Charles Lief, another teammate. "McCann's running himself just as hard. I thought Bob was the only one who was self-destructive."

Bob grinned, "Ha ha. I just love the game."

"And so do I," Jake said. "But you don't see me trying to get all up into the game like that."

"Well, I would like to get all up into that," Charles cooed, his eyes following someone behind Jake and Bob.

Bob turned and blinked.

It was Ashley Q.

"Whoa, she's really pretty..." Jake said in awe.

Ashley Q certainly didn't see the three boys. She was in a cheerleader uniform and in a hurry.

"She goes to my school," Bob told the boys. "Her name is Ashley Q."

Jake grinned, "I think introductions are in order."

"In your dreams, Lowe! A girl like that can't possibly want a guy like you!" Charles said.

"What? And you're the guy for her?" Jake growled.

Bob rolled his eyes at the both of them. He looked back to see Ashley Q turning the corner.

"Hey, where did she go?" Jake and Charles both shouted out.

Bob shrugged, "Maybe she went outside."

Both Jake and Charles looked at each other for a split second and then dashed toward the double door.

"She's mine!" Jake shouted.

"I saw her first so I get to ask her out!" Charles yelled back as they ran.

Bob sighed at their moronic love sickness. "If they only put that much effort into their playing..." Bob shook his head.

"Hey Bob!" Shouted a voice.

Bob turned to see Sam coming his way, "Oh, hey Sam. What's up?"

"Nothing. Just trying to walk straight but it not working. Every time I take a step, I feel like grabbing the rails and just pulling myself rather than walking."

"Coach can do that to you," Bob grinned, "But I gotta say, I've never had anyone on the team that worked as hard as I do."

Sam grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should," Bob teased, "Cause I'm good."

Sam laughed, "I'll catch you later then."

"You're not going to the locker room?" Bob asked.

"Nah," Sam grinned. "I gotta be waiting for Rover or he's going to 'leave me' and go out and find some girls."

"Sounds like Rover," Bob laughed. "Sorry that your related to him."

"So am I," Sam laughed along. "I'll check you later."

They waved their goodbyes and left.

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