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I eagerly rand the doorbell of Ashley's house and then turned to usher my Mom away knowing she was going to wait until the door opened and I was inside and then honk her goodbye embarrassingly loud. She seemed to think I was still a little kid going to a friend's house for a play date but she didn't seem to get the fact that I was in the 6th grade, I didn't do play dates. We just hung out.

I heard the pitter patter running inside the house before the door was yanked open and Ashley pulled me inside. We ran up the stairs past Mrs. Davies as she stood in the door waving goodbye to my Mom. Ashley and I barged into her room and plopped onto her soft carpeted white floor laughing.

There was a small knock on her door and I saw Kyla standing there quietly.

"What do you want?" Ashley asked exasperatedly.

"Can I hang with you guys?" she asked cautiously stepping into the room.

"No, I'm hanging out with Spencer," Ashley replied hopping to her feet and slowly pushing Kyla out of her room and shutting the door. I felt bad for Kyla for a moment, because she didn't have many friends and usually only hung out with people when Ashley allowed her to hang with us.

"Sorry, she's been bugging me all day and I just want to hang with you," Ashley explained before sitting beside me once again. Instantly my sympathy for Kyla was replaced with delight at Ashley's confession of wanting to hang with me.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked her.

"Hmm," she pondered as she glanced around her room, "Well I got some new magazines and they have some interesting articles," she said as she waggled her eyebrows at me. I laughed at her and she grabbed a pillow and threw it at my head in response.

"Ok that sounds good," I said catching the pillow.

"I just had the best idea!" Ashley exclaimed and I gave her a questioning look to continue, "Let's build a fort! That way we can read and no one will bother us!" she said.

"Yes!" I said agreeing. We grabbed two chairs and placed them in her room opposite each other, then draped a sheet over it so it was like an indoor tent. We put some blankets and pillows in our fort and climbed under the sheet together and situated ourselves. Ashley tossed a magazine to me and we sat close together laughing at some of the stupid articles.

We just opened to a page on "How to be a better kisser" when there was a knock on Ashley's bedroom door. We both stuck our heads out from under the fort and looked at her Mom as she walked into the room carrying a plate of Oreos. I grinned, knowing they were our favorite snack to have.

"You girls being good in here?" Mrs. Davies asked and we nodded our heads as she handed Ashley the plate.

"Yes Mom," Ashley groaned and rolled her eyes so only I could see. I stifled a laugh at her antics.

"Ok well have fun," Mrs. Davies said before leaving the room. We each grabbed a cookie and silently munched on them.

"So do you think these tips really makes you kiss better?" Ashley asked and I couldn't help but snort, how unattractive.

"How am I supposed to know Ash?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know," she replied.

"I don't think a magazine is going to really be able to teach you how to kiss," I said. I really didn't think that reading about kissing could make you any better; there was no logic in it at all.

"Yeah I guess," she agreed.

"I mean, I think practice is the only way you can get better right?" I said quietly.

"Yeah you're right, but I mean I kissed Aiden the other day and it was nothing like in the magazines," Ashley said nonchalantly. I stared at her. What?

"When did you kiss Aiden?" I asked confused, she hadn't mentioned it.

"Well, he actually kissed me, in the hallway after school he came to my locker and kissed me and then walked away quickly," she explained and then noticed my confused face, "I didn't tell you? I thought I did."

"You didn't," I muttered. I didn't know why it was bothering me so much. Probably because my best friend forgot to tell me about her first kiss. Right?

"I'm sorry Spence," she said sincerely, "But don't worry, it wasn't anything important anyway," she said making a face and sticking out her tongue. I laughed and did the same.