She's the Ash
Chapter 6: Emailing
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! I'm glad that people are reading and enjoying this story; it makes writing the next chapter that much more enjoyable. There are at least 3 more chapters after this one, including an epilogue, so don't tune out yet! Once again, thank you!
Also… think of this as filler.
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Tuesday, 5:00 PM
Ashley-
I can't believe it's only been two weeks since I saw you. It feels like it's been forever I miss you so much.
I love reading your emails every day. They're what tide me over until I get to see you again.
Speaking of that, I ran an idea by Don the other day. I perform at Smithdale University in a little less than a week at the Purple Dragon mystery concert with Funkasaurus Rex before I go on tour in Europe. Don was going over my set list, and my first song is going to be "My Window"- but it isn't the complete without you.
So, if you're up for it, I'd like to ask you if you'll sing it on stage with me. Smithdale is also where I'll introduce you as my partner. I want you on stage with me, performing with me. It only feels right with you next to me.
These past few weeks without you – and knowing that I have you – have made me realize that being in Europe for four months without seeing you will kill me.
Come on tour with me. There's no one I'd rather make music with.
I love you.
XOXO,
Craig
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Tuesday, 6:30 PM
Craig-
Absolutely. Yes, yes, YES.
I'd love nothing more than to sing with you again, at Smithdale, and anywhere else you drag me to.
I just need to break the news to Momzilla.
I miss you too. It sucks that you can't call- damn international calling rates, even to somewhere as close as the U.S.! Mom still isn't happy that I asked to be able to call you and pay over a dollar per minute to talk to you. She's going to freak about Europe and NYU, but I am so, so done with pretending that I can do anything else but be with you.
Gotta go, dinner's ready. Wish me luck.
Love, love, love,
Ash.
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Tuesday, 11:45 PM
Ash-
PLEASE tell me that she said yes. The waiting is KILLING me; I can't think of anything else.
I'm attaching some pictures from the States (this Blackberry is amazing, so I can do that); there's a bunch I took at Niagra Falls that you need to see in person. I'm so taking you there- or we'll go for our honeymoon. You'll love it; I can just hear the songs you'd write from the inspiration.
Email me back soon, baby.
Love you,
Craig
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Wednesday, 9:00 AM
Craig-
I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you. Mom and I had a long, long talk after dinner.
She wants me to finish my education and she's concerned about the fact that I won't hav ea high school diploma, let alone a degree from NYU. But she finally understood that I am an adult and can make my own decisions.
She wants me to follow my dreams, but she now wants me to handle them and myself as an adult. So here's what's happening: she and Jeff will not take me to Smithdale to meet you. I need to find my own way there with all of the stuff I am taking as an adult. Whatever belongings I do not take with me, they will put in storage, which I then have to pay for.
I played the adult card, now I have to be an adult. But that's all fine by me; I'll work wherever and whenever I can find a job so I can be with you.
Can't wait to see you. XOXO
Love,
Ash
P.S. Honeymoon, huh?
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Wednesday, 12:00 PM
Ash-
Don't you know by now that I am never, ever letting you go again? You and I are meant to be together forever, and to quote our marvelous rendition of The Taming of the Shrew:
"I must and will have Ashley for my wife." (Said in a non-abusive and light-hearted way, of course).
And, may I now respond to the most amazing news I've heard since Don told me it was you in the contest winner's tent: YES. YES YES YES. AAAAAAAH!!!
You have no idea how happy you've made me' I can barely sit still in my bus seat, and it's driving Don absolutely crazy.
Please don't worry about not finishing high school. We will always have work; with you and I together, and you keeping me on the straight and narrow, with only music and you to focus on, we will be amazing. We'll sell out concerts, go on tour, and sell billions of albums. I know it.
Also, don't worry about your things- I'll pay any storage fee that come up before we have it moved to my our apartment in Vancouver. I know this seems fast, but it feels right. We have so much history, and so much time apart to replace.
I see you on Sunday- I cannot wait.
Gotta go now, though. XOXO.
Love,
Craig
P.S. Pack light, baby. And I know light for you is about seven bags, but anything you need, we'll buy in Europe. Lord knows I have the money
P.P.S Don't forget to find a ride!
P.P.P.S. Don is banning me from my phone until Friday. Damned promo tours. I love you; I'll text you in the morning to let you know what's up!