I can't grasp Ashley's character very well - and I basically suck at the characterisation - and I think for the most part of this update she comes across as a horny schoolboy, however that will change and her thought's will become "sweeter". Meh. As for the Romeo and Juliet thing - I really have no idea.

Plus, a little warning, once more I've used a few "colourful" words, kiddies beware.

Chapter Two – Ashley's P.O.V

Another day, another dollar – well not so much "another dollar", more like another day wasted away sitting in stuffy classrooms learning pointlessly irrelevantly imformation. Another day stat between four walls with people I hate whilst my brain absorbs useless facts, another day…wasted. I could be doing so much more with my time, I could be writing songs, at the beach, shopping or… well you get the picture, I think I've got a I'd rather be anywhere but here mentality.

There is only one real reason why I turn up to school everyday, well by reason I mean person – Spencer – I know it sounds sad and sappy, but she is the only reason that I put in regular (bordering on daily) appearances at school.

We hang out on weekends and after school, but she's never too sure if she'll be allowed out, at least when it comes down to high school I know she'll be there, bright and early.

I'm not stupid; I know her mother thinks I'm the devil incarnate, and quite ironically I feel the same way about Mrs. The rod up my butt has a rod up its butt Carlin. Glen's a homophobic jack-off (that's why him and Madison are made for each other), I think Clay is indifferent towards me. And As for Mr. C, well I think he's just happy Spencer has made a "friend" – I love Mr. C, something about him just reminds me of a cuddly teddy bear, I bet he used to dress up as Santa Clause at Christmas. But back to the mother superior, as far I can ascertain, she wears the proverbial trousers in the family, what she says goes and she says I have to go. And in response I (internally) say, "fuck off, you homophobic bitch. Grow a brain and…"

"I can't find my lip gloss." She's so adorable when she scrunches up her nose like that, we're in the ever so fabulous girls' toilets at school doing our make up – for each other I wonder – Even though I don't think Spencer needs any. "My mum's been like going through my make up and jewellery recently," ha, sounds like there's a new man in her life, hey wait… "She's going through this weird I want to be young and sexy stage. "

I'm going to hate myself for asking this question, because it's a visual I really don't want, but "Is she buying lingerie too?"

"Yeah," I think mama Carlin is playing away from home, "we hit the mall yesterday and she spent crazy money." How can she make something so ordinary sound so cute?

"Maybe she's having an affair."

"No way." I can hear a laugh die in her throat, it sounds like denial – I'm not surprised.

"Well, maybe she's planning one." I hand her my lip-gloss, "Here, try this; just a hint of pink," I briefly watch as she applies the light sheen to her soft pink pouty lips and…oh! I quickly look away feeling guilty – among other things –what's that quote from Romeo and Juliet, "Oh that I might be a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek," that's how I feel, only it'd be "That I might be that lip gloss, that I might run over her lips…" Oh fuck, I falling. "It won't leave a traceable colour on someone who may not wear your shade."

"Hey, I never thought about that; two girls, two shades of lip stick." Or two girls, twice the breasts…

I watch her in the mirror as I talk, "If you're planning on kissing another girl," it better be me, "you may want clear gloss, you know with like an aloe or some type of moisturising balm." And my lips.

"I have so much to learn." And I have so much to teach you.

"Lucky you have me." And you can have me anytime you want, "That looks really good on you, almost as good as," I'd look on you, "it looks on me."

"Aw, now you have me wearing your shade," I'd love to see her wearing my shade, and nothing more, "how convenient, just in encase we end up in some spontaneous lip-lock." Oh fuck me, I want you!

"Trust me, it wont be spontaneous." I can't help but wonder if she realises that I mean that as promise.

We leave the toilets heading for the our respective lessons and I don't want to leave her, I really want her – anywhere and everywhere – and more than usual, damnit it, I'm being really perverted/horny today; well I guess double geography should help to "cool me down".

Ugh, double geography, great more pointlessly irrelevantly imformation, really do I need to know the proper names of clouds, I mean what the fuck is a "Cumulo-nimbus" anyway?

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I like Spencer's room, it's warm – although her whole house is usually "warm" – and cosy and, "Spencer-like". I'm sitting on her bed, though I'd rather she were next to me, and we weren't sitting on the bed, as much as writhing around naked after having…

Anyway, Spencer didn't seem her normal self in the car and as soon as we'd gotten up to her room, I had plonked down on the bed and she had started pacing up and down recounting what had happened with Glen – basically he has displayed all the charm and intelligence of a jockstrap, no change there then. From what I could gather he was basically saying he was a homophobic (plus Ashley-phobic) prick, who seemed to trust and care about Madison more than Spencer. He's such a twat-bag.

I know he's her brother, but when he acts like that, she really shouldn't pay any attention to him, "So what?"

"Yeah maybe it's so what to you, you're used to being talked about, front page trash," Ow…ch! "I'm not."

"Ouch! Look, for the record I'm not used to being trashed." And especially not by someone I care about as much as Spence, but as for Madison, that bitch is going down! "Listen it's Madison okay, she hates me and of course she's gonna use this to break us up."

"Break us up?" Was I not supposed to say that? Shit! Well I guess I could have meant break up our friendship – although that's really not what I meant, "We are not a couple Ashley!" Oh, so now she looks at me, "I don't know what it is we are," Neither do I, I know what I want us to be… "I just want to figure it out first, before everyone tries to crucify me." It's not everyone; it's just the homophobic narrow-minded wankers of the world. But at the moment, this, this right now, this hurts.

"You know what, I'm just sorry this is so terrible for you. But what hurts even more is the fact that you don't want anyone to think it's true, even if it's a lie." Even though I'm pretty sure you want this. Before she can respond I'm out of the door and almost out of her house, you know I think that if I didn't love Spencer so much, I'd hate her.