Yay, loads of feedback! Does a happy dance looks down to see cotton socks in the process of being rocked
Plus, fourteen points to whoever is the first to see what line I added in, hmmm...

The rest of Sunday was pretty uneventful; I stayed in my room and did homework for most of the day. Ah, the joys of being a student. I did however talk to Ashley on IM for a while – making sure to leave out my what happened when I got home.

Everything seemed to be okay with us again, and I felt like I was finally ready to take the next step in our relationship – no more running away – we arranged for Ash to pick me up for school the next morning and I felt confidant enough to tell her how I felt about her and us (when she picked me up the next morning, so I could tell her face-to-face).

I woke up in the morning feeling oddly refreshed; I think it was down to the good nights sleep that I got – catching myself up with any lost hours. Unfortunately whilst getting dressed I started to worry about how mum would react to Ashley picking me up. Luckily before I could ring Ashley up and tell her that I was catching a ride with Glen, my newfound confidence kicked in and I thought to hell with it, what was the worst my mother could do – drag me out of Ashley's car and handcuff me to hers?

This wasn't uncommon – not my mother handcuffing me to cars – but my emotions and thoughts seesawing and yo-yoing about randomly, going from nervousness to confidence, from timid to outspoken, from… well you get the picture. I think that part of me was maturing and growing into the person that I actually am and the other is still trying to be the good little girl from Ohio, who always does what's expected of her and always listens to her parents.

When I found out that mummy dearest was already at the hospital as she was working the morning shift, a large part of me sighed, grateful that there wasn't going to be chance for confrontation. Annoyingly my mood had changed again, and I was suddenly hanging-ten on a wave of trepidation at the thought of telling Ashley how I felt.

Throughout the car ride to school we made comfortable small talk whilst I kept mentally smacking my head on the dashboard. And once more my mood began to shift, and I felt ready to tell Ashley that I was falling for… oh crap school. I swear that there's usually more traffic on a Monday morning? Not wanting to confess my feelings for/to her in the school parking lot I opted to wait until the end of the school day before telling her.

As soon as we got out of the SUV, I could immediately feel the hot L.A sun beating down on the top of my head, the glare causing me to squint a little. As me and Ashley fell into step together I hoped that the heat would let up a bit and was pleasantly surprised to feel a warm hand slip into my own. Glancing down I saw tanned fingers interlaced with paler ones and I could feel a smile tugging at my lips. She started to bring our hands up to her eyes, inspecting them, "What are you doing?"

As her fingertips started to dance across my palm, I could feel my face begin to flush – and not because of the weather, "Checking your life line, I wana know that you're gona be around for a while." I knew I would be, as I had absolutely no intention of leaving her. Ever.

I grinned at her, "Oh yeah, what about my love line?"

Before she had a chance to get at me for that little remark, the cheerbitches reared their empty heads, "Since when did this become the Island of Lesbos?" sigh gotta love Sappho, plus technically shouldn't she have said "Isle of Lesbos"? Hmm.

I expected to hear a remark about Madison and street corners coming from Ashley, but all I could hear was a fake derisive laugh coming from one of the cheerbitches.

The air around us cracked with a foreign kind of tension and it was making me feel uneasy, "Hard to get pissed at her when she makes a geography joke. I wonder if she even know's what it means," I expected her to pick me up on saying "pissed", but she had remained unusually quiet so I gave her a little smile, "We know her evil minions don't."

The bell signalling the beginning of the school day rang, and then something really strange happened, "You know you're right, we're gona be late for class." And she walked off, leaving me standing there, confused. I know it seems over dramatic but I waiting to hear the theme from The Twilight Zone start playing. It didn't.