Questions, Questions

I feel incredibly intense as I walk across the soft, leprechaun colored grass. I feel…I feel like what good feels like.

I walk through the overly joyous park in the intense mellowing of the lowering sunlight. I like it here. I like it here…right now. The sky is kind of pink. A pink hue, I would say would describe it well. It's impossibly gorgeous, just like the girl I am going to see. To…ask?

I am heading towards the small boutique where my girlfriend works. My girlfriend. I am a girl with a girlfriend. I used to be a girl with a boyfriend. I used to be a girl who had sex with boys I didn't care about. Didn't love. Didn't feel. I am now a girl with a girlfriend that I hate not seeing for more than ten minutes. Five minutes. One minute.

I finally exit the park and step onto the sidewalk. I can still feel the heat radiating up from it after the midday and late sun had been hitting off it. My sandals immediately get a significant amount of degrees hotter. The actual number is not one I care to remember. Care to care about. Other numbers are more important.

Four years I have known her. Three years I have been with her. Infinity I will love her. I, Ashley Davies, no longer want someone unimportant to waste the days away with. But days wasted with Spencer Carlin are not at all wasted. Five months I have been thinking about this. Four months I had been searching. Three months I had been patiently waiting. And it took all of one day, twenty-four hours for me to decide I can no longer wait.

I feel myself retreat back to high school days where I was forced to make a presentation in front of the class. In reality, in technical terms, I kind of am making a presentation of sorts. But it is only for a single member audience. I have never been more nervous for a presentation in my entire life.

When I get outside the small little store, I just stand quietly for a few minutes. I tap my fingers against the bare skin of my thighs and play with the frays at the ends of my jean shorts. I even hum a little tune outside the door. A man passes and gives me a strange look. I can physically feel the small metal band burning into my ass in my back pocket. Small and perfect. Gorgeous and wonderfully delicate. Like Spencer.

When I do open the door, the little bell above it chimes. I smile at the cute little noise and full on grin when I see blonde hair, back-turned, at the register. As soon as the chime goes off, she turns around and the bored expression morphs to one of excitement. I take notice that no one else is in the shop as I walk towards her.

"Hi there." Spencer says to me, putting her elbows on the counter and resting her face in the palm of her hands. She looks so much younger in this pose than she actually is. "What brings you here?"

I bend over the counter slightly to kiss her lips in a soft, mushy way. They feel like what I've needed all day. And in that one, small second, my faith is revived. Her lips persuade me to do what I have been wanting to do for a while.

"You." I tell her simply.

Spencer smirks at me. "You're so cute."

"I'm so glad you think that." I answer with a chuckle. "How's work?"

"Boring." She says right away. "Until you came of course." She leans over for another kiss and I grant it to her.

I let my fingers trail down the length of her soft arms. Spencer pokes my nose. "Let's play a game."

Spencer's eyes twinkle as they look into my brown ones. "Ash, last time we played a game, I almost got fired." She reminds me matter-of-factly.

"Not that kind of game you doof. Although we can save that one for later." I give her a wink and Spencer rolls her eyes. "Let's play…oh, 20 questions."

"You're so random." Spencer chuckles, taking her hand in mine and playing with the fingers. I let my other hand fall to the side of my body.

"What's my favorite color?"

"Lime green." Spencer says immediately. "What color are the underwear I'm wearing right now?" She asks with a sly smile.

"Trick question, you're wearing none." I say with a cracked voice. "Who do I love?"

"Spencer Carlin." She lets her own name roll off her tongue with a cheeky grin. "Who's the only person that can turn Ashley Davies into a ball of mush?"

I roll my eyes and mutter her name. "Spencer Carlin." I meet her eyes. "Will you marry me?"

Spencer opens her mouth but then it closes. My heart beat must be at a dangerous height. In silence, I take the ring out of my back pocket and place it on the counter, gently pushing it towards her with one finger. Spencer looks at it and back to me. A very large smile spreads across her face. She kisses me harder than before. "Perfect question." She whispers to my lips.
"Yes I will."

El Fin