I get into my room and shut the door softly because Jamie's sleeping and I wouldn't wanna wake the ogre. Kidding, she'd kill me if she found out I called her ass an ogre.

I walk to the end of the bed and stare at sleeping beauty. She's all sprawled out all over the bed... bitch, she knew I was sleeping in here tonight. Asshole. I stare at her for at least a minute trying to figure out how I'm gonna lay, comfortably, in the bed with her before my phone starts ringing.

"Because you are the brightest star and I'm in love with who you are, because you are the brightest star and I'm lost without your love..." Between The Trees plays as my ring tone and I have to dash to get it before Jamie wakes u. By the way, that song isn't there for anyone, I just love the song. When I fall in love, which I probably won't because I don't think it could happen, that song's gonna be our song. "Hello?" I say without looking at the caller ID.

"Hey."

"Who's this?" I ask. Most people know the differences between voices but not me, I'm just made retarded that way, I guess.

"Chrissy." she says.

"Oh, hey what's up?" I ask.

She scoffs playfully, "What happened? You forgot me?"

I shake my head, I don't know why, I mean she can't see me but I'm one of those people that like to talk with their hands. In this case, with my head, "No, that's not it, I picked it up fast and didn't look at the caller ID."

"Why didn't you look at the caller ID?" she asks, "I could've been someone you didn't want to talk to."

I chuckle, "Well, Jamie's sleeping and I didn't wanna wake her up so I had to answer the phone quick or let it ring and get my ass kicked by her."

Chrissy makes a noise, like, an I-hate-you noise, "Hm."

I sit on my futon, I've never slept on this thing in my life. My mom just put it in here for decoration, "What's that noise for?"

"Hm? There was no noise." she says sweetly.

"Uh-huh."

"So, what are you doing?"she asks.

I yawn to add effect, "I was actually getting ready to lay down."

"I'm sorry, you sleeping with Jamie?" she asks. Gawd, get over this hate thing, there's so much more other stuff that could be hated, like, um... that sound that you hear when a TV comes on. It's like a ehhhhhh, you know?

"Depends on what you mean by sleeping, dear. So... what do you mean?" I ask because she can be a total bitch about Jamie sometimes and I just wanna end this conversation here and now.

She answers quick, "Nothing. Nothing at all. So what are you doing tomorrow? Got any time for me?"

She catches on quick, "Um, I have school and then... I don't know."

"Yeah, you know. You're supposed to be hanging out with me after school, sound good?" she asks, and I guess it's just one of those times where I can't say no to her.

I nod, "Okay. I'm not making any promises but that's what it looks like. Where do you wanna go?"

She squeals happily, "I don't know, how about... back to my house?"

I roll my eyes, is that all we ever do anymore, have sex? I decided to do this 'thing' with her because we had some pretty good conversations but if this is turning into just sex then... that'd be fine. Ha, thought I was gonna say something completely different, huh? Nah, if she doesn't wanna talk and she just wants to bang, who am I to say no? "And what are we gonna do at your place? Watch TV all day?"

She giggles, "No."

"Well, what?" I ask smirking. I'm gonna get laid tomorrow. Maybe I can picture Spencer's face on her body. I wouldn't do that, Chrissy is bangin' enough.

"We can... skinny dip," I laugh, "And do that thing you like to do." referring to sex.

"Ooh, you've caught my attention." I say smiling.

"Good, I hope to keep it like that." she says.

We continue to talk about what we could possibly do at her house for the next hour.. all sexual activities. I'm getting kinda tired and we've been talking for too long, it's like one something. I need beauty sleep, my body aches for the sweet darkness of my eyelids, ha, I'm so emo. "Hey, I think I'm gonna go to bed."

"Okay, I wish you would come to bed with me, though." she says... what does she mean, or how does she mean?

"How do you mean that?" I ask.

She laughs, "I mean it like I wish you could sleep here, with me, in your arms and wake up in the morning then go to school."

Oh, she meant it in a sweet way, "Yeah, me, too. I would love to feel your—"

"Ew, don't even." she says cutting me off.

"I wasn't even gonna say anything gross. I was gonna say I would love to feel your 100-count sheets, damn, chill out." I say smiling.

She laughs, "Clever."

"I know, but for real, I need to get some sleep," I yawn yet again, that's like the thirtieth time, "So I'll see you at school, hon."

"Okay, good night, I like you." she says.

"I like you, too." I say back, "Bye." then hang up my sidekick, then I plug it up to the charger.

That whole "I like you" thing is what we say instead of I love you. Our phone conversations used to end kind of awkward so I came up with saying that. I mean it's not a lie, like when you say I love you to someone. You know you like someone if you hang out with them. And I don't mean like as in "oh, I like you, marry me." I mean it as in, "I like you like a friend, like, we could go out to Starbucks" and it wouldn't mean a thing.

Anyway, I'm so beat from sitting in the same position for so long. I'm aching all over, jesus christ., how do I get even more tired from doing nothing?

I stand up and stretch, whoa, I'm cracking all over. Ooh, that's some good stuff. And Jamie's still all spread all over the bead like butter, ugh. I pick up a pillow slowly from behind her head, I hope I got one she didn't slob all over, that would just be amazing.

I take my phone, my pillow and my phone charger into the guest bedroom. "Not home but it's good enough." I say to myself while plugging my charger into the wall then I plug my phone up. I lay on the bed and I feel like I'm lying on a rock slab. Mom chose this bed to let guests sleep on? Is she trying to torture them? Poor people.

Whatever, it'll do for tonight. I fluff my pillow and get comfortable or try at least, it's kind hard when... the bed's hard.

I wonder what tomorrow's gonna be like. Do I see Spencer around often? I think I would remember seeing her though, I mean, when I saw her in Starbucks... if I wasn't sitting down she would have knocked me off my feet. That's stupid, I need to sleep. I close my eyes and sail into lala land...

I'm kissing someone but who am I kissing? They're pretty good, kinda rough and violent but I like it. It adds spice—oh god no, it's Jamie. Why am I kissing her? "You look lost." she says when our lips part and she stares into my eyes.

I try to speak; nothing comes out. I look around to get an idea of where I could possibly be, I think it's Kyla's room.

Jamie grabs my chin and directs my eyes to her,"That's alright, I'll help you find your way." and she attacks my lips again so I just close my eyes and let it happen. But this time her kiss is different, I mean I like it but it's just a little bit more softer...

Our lips part again and I'm finally able to get some words out, "Nice." I say with my eyes still closed. She giggles and my eyes spring open because I've never heard Jamie giggle like this. Maybe it's because it's not Jamie, it's Chrissy.

She speaks while smiling,"Thanks."

"Wait, wasn't I just kissing—"

Jamie cuts me off, "Me." and she gets all up in Chrissy's face.

"Back off." Chrissy says.

Jamie rolls her eyes, "I was here first, bitch face, go find your own hottie." I must be dreaming,two girls fighting over me, especially when the two girls are Chrissy and Jamie. Actually, the do fight over me... hmm, weird.

"Guys," I say kinda soft and they don't hear me. I open my mouth to say it again but someone pulls me away from them. Damn, who now? My five year old crush?

This person's pulling me into the darkness, this can't be good. I feel like this tunnel goes on forever. After, I guess, hours, we get into the light and it's--

"Hey." she says smiling.

"Spencer," a smile creeps onto my face, "What are you doing?" I ask confused but not really complaining.

She smiles and giggles while squeezing my hands, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm hanging out with my girlfriend, you big goof." and just like that I'm in the best lip lock of my life. It was like eating candy but... the candy was like a little piece of heaven. I never want this to end. It better not or I'm gonna be pretty p—

"Ashley." someone says shaking me.

I don't dare move, "Mm..." I think that's a word but let me try something else, "Out." there's a good word.

"Um, it's time to get up for school." that's not Kyla's voice or Jamie's voice, what the hell?

I turn over to be woken up by an angel, it's kinda weird that she wakes up perfect. Should I be freaked out? I sit up and stretch, "Um, what?"

Spencer smiles, "Good morning." if I only I woke up to that every morning, I'd probably be more excited about school, "Kyla told me to wake you up, she's in the shower."

I nod, "That's fine." I throw my arms into the air to stretch again, "So do you always wake up perfect or is this just to impress me?" I ask, seems like a perfect time.

She scoffs, "Perfect? No, I don't think so. I still have to straighten my hair and—"

"Shh, take the compliment. You look great, kay?" I say cutting her off.

She smiles, "Okay, thank you."

I shake my head and put my arms down, "No problem, I'm not really a liar so, I had to say something."

She nods while she rubs the bottom of her shorts between her fingers. I think that's called a nervous habit. She shouldn't be nervous, I should I mean she's wearing these shorts that look like they should be in the panties section at Victoria's Secret. My palms should be dripping with sweat. "Well, I'm gonna go see if Kyla's out of the shower, yet. I think there's a straightener in there."