I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever! I don't know why I never got around to it. I hope I still have some readers left J
To me, she was perfect. I know no one is actually perfect, but in the way I saw her, she was.
We are both eighteen. We are laying in her backyard next to the pool. It smells of tanning lotion and smoothies. It's the smell of summer. I love summer, but I love being here with her even more. "Ash.." I whisper her name.
"Yeah?" She answers back.
"I'm scared"
"Of what? The sun going away? Don't be it'll back tomorrow" She says in an almost serious voice, but I know she isn't. She is an expert of hiding behind her seriousness. When we first met three years ago, she thought I couldn't see through her act, but I read her like an open book.
I swing my legs over the chair and face her. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm afraid of! Oh my god, how did you know?" I shriek sarcastically with a huge grin on my face.
She is staring at me with a serious face and then I see the corners of her lips tug into a smile and we both burst into laughter. It ends quickly and then I turn my attention to the pool. I watch how the water shines in the sunlight and how the sun almost dances across the water.
"Hey" She says softly. Her hand gently places itself under my chin, bringing my attention back to her. "What are you scared of?" Her eyes are searching mine, but I won't let her in.
"Everything is changing" I say, my voice almost cracking.
"Life is about change, it happens to everyone"
"Your not making me feel any better" I deadpan.
A sigh escapes her lips and she moves so she is sitting next to me. "Look, you're my best friend. I love you, and nothings going to change that" And just like the night on my roof, she leaves a butterfly kiss on my cheek, making my insides turn.
"Yeah, I guess" I am still sulking and why? I have no idea.
"Hey, cheer up. I mean, c'mon, you've got a friend like me who's loaded with money and has a house all to herself tonight"
I look at her confused. "I thought your mom was coming home today"
I watch her face go from a smile to a disappointed expression. "Nope, something came up last minute so she has to stay another day."
"Well, this means only one thing" I say excitedly.
"What?"
"Girl's night!"
"You mean you're going to cook for me? Thanks" She says all nonchalantly.
I roll my eyes. "Well, now that you left me no choice"
She playfully pushes me.
I stand up and bring her with me. "C'mon cupcake, let's see what kind of food is in your kitchen"
"Let's" She says happily.
I am taken out of my drunken daydream by a pretty voice saying my name "Spence"
Spence.
No one ever called me that except for her. And I love it. "Hmm?" I say lazily.
"Just making sure you were still alive" She is giving me her best smile and I give her a huge grin.
"Thanks" I motion to the bartender for another shot of tequila. "Do one with me?" I ask.
She looks from me, to the bartender nervously. "Umm, I don't know if that's such a good idea" She is biting her lip, something I've seen her do a thousand times before.
I stare at her wondering why she is declining a shot of tequila, as far back as I can remember, ever since her and I entered our partying life style at the age of seventeen, she has loved tequila. She let's out a nervous laugh, and turns so her back is leaning against the bar. She throws her head back and then gives me a silly look. "I get a little crazy when I drink tequila"
That's when the memory hits me like a wave.
"Ash, come on! We don't have forever!" I am waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her, waiting for her slow poke butt to join me on my way to a party I heard about from a guy at my work. After waiting another five minutes, I make my way upstairs to her room. I lean against the side of her doorway. "What is taking you so long?" I see her rummaging through her closet. "What are you doing?"
She doesn't answer me but instead let's out a frustrated groan. "Son of a bitch, where is it?"
"ASH!" I say loudly.
She turns around. "What?"
"I thought you were ready to go about twenty minutes ago" I give her a glare, letting her know that I am becoming impatient.
"I was, until I remember that I have a bottle of Jose Cuervo somewhere in here."
"why do you have a bottle of Jose Cuervo in you closet? Shouldn't it be in the fridge or something?"
"I have a mini fridge in here somewhere."
I laugh. Her closet in about the size of my room and looks like a tornado went through it. "I'll help you find it" I walk in and stand behind her. I look around and instantly I spot it. It is right next to the doorway. "You need glasses" I open it and just like she said, there is a bottle of Jose Cuervo.
"Oh my god, you are amazing! Thank you!" She is still sitting on the floor. Grabbing my legs, she pulls me down the floor. "Let's pregame!" And with that she brings the bottle to her lips.
After about six large shots each, we are classified drunk. I am laying on the floor, with my head on her lap when she abruptly stands up causing my head to heavily hit the floor. "Ow" I loudly.
"You are a baby" Her voice is raspy. I watch her as she takes of her shirt and skirt and starts walking away from me.
"Where are you going?"
Nonchalantly she replies "Streaking" as if it's not a big deal or anything. But I'm pretty sure that you can get arrested for that kind of thing.
I stand up fast and instantly regret it. Instead of going straight when I take a step, I go left, right into the wall of the closet, taking a few shirts with me. "Ashley, waiiittt" I whine. Making my attempt to stand, I once again yell her name. "ASHLLEYYY!"
She then comes into my view. "What is with all the yelling?" She scratches her head.
"Don't do this." I plead.
"You'll have to stop me first" She gives me a devilish grin and then dash's away.
I groan and chase after her. As I job through her house after her, I notice her bra hanging on the front door. "No way" I say softly.
I open the door and see her standing there, hands over her breasts.
I put my hand out. "No, don't" I say calmly.
Her hands move to her underwear and she takes them off. She Let's out a loud laugh.
"You're insane!" I say, trying to balance myself.
"Maybe, maybe not." And with that she goes running down the street.
I decide that trying to not fall down is using to much energy so I lay down on her front lawn and wait for her to come back.
About twenty minutes later she comes back and lay's next to me. "You should have joined me" She is breathing heavily.
"Sorry I missed out" I smile at her.
"What, you don't feel like streaking again?" I nudge her playfully.
"Maybe later" She shrugs her shoulders.
"Okay, if I promise to keep you from streaking, will you take a shot with me? You're beginning to make me look like an alcoholic"
She sticks her pinky out. "Pink swear?"
"I pinky swear" We pinky shake on it and I order another round of shots.
"Another round please" I tell the bartender.
He shakes his head. "I think you ladies have had enough for tonight"
I sigh and look over at Ashley who is playing poker with a few random people. "HA! I win again!" She stands up, arms above her head. "Suckers" She points at her opponents and gives me a wink.
I smile and stumble over to her, putting my arm around her shoulders. "Looks like you fellas just got beat by a girl, multiple times." I look at her and give her a big kiss on the cheek, which surprised both of us but we are to drunk to question anything right now. "I feel like we need to get back to the safety of our room, what do you think?" I say.
"Agreed" She grabs the money she has won and we stumble to our room.
I open the door after about five tries and as we walk in, she goes falling down to the floor. I step over her, and sit next to her, trying to get her up. "Getttt uuuppp" I say sloppily.
She does nothing buy laugh hysterically.
"Fine, I'm leaving youuuuu here" I point at her as I stand up but she grabs my hand, causing me to fall and our faces to be super close. I swallow hard and glance from her lips to her eyes several times. "Ash, youu should gett off the flooooooor" I tell her.
"I'm EXACTLY where I should be!" She says, eyes half closed. Suddenly she opens them, and stares at with her glossy drunken eyes.
And against all my better judgment, I lean down so my lips will meet hers.
We are in so much trouble.
