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Chapter 30
Thanksgiving 9th grade:
I turned as I felt the sharp jab in my shoulder. Glen smirked at me before acting like nothing happened. We were standing outside Ashley's house waiting for the door to open. The cold November chill chilled me past my coat and I just really wanted to get inside. I sighed as I felt another poke in my back.
"Glen stop poking your sister," My Dad said without even turning his head. I looked up at him and he winked and I chuckled.
"Honestly, Glen you're tenth grade," my Mom said and I saw Glen turn a bright shade of red at his scolding. I smirked. Seriously, you would think once we got to high school the teasing would stop. I'm only a Freshman but I'm definitely more mature than he is. We stood outside the Davies' door waiting for it to be opened and I could smell the scent of potatoes and turkey wafting through the air; somewhere a window must have been cracked. My mouth watered at the thought, I was starving. Instead of my grandma coming to our house for Thanksgiving she decided to visit Las Vegas with her friends so the Davies' invited us over.
The door opened to reveal Christine dressed elegantly in a little black dress. Her smile was huge and at ease on her face as she ushered us into the house quickly to ease us from the chill. Our coats were ushered off by the Davies' maid, Carla, and she quickly disappeared into the huge household.
"Come in come in! Wine?" she asked as we walked into the living room.
"Yes please!" My Mother said laughing along with the adults and sitting on a sofa. My Father took the arm chair and Christine sat in the loveseat so that they were sitting in a triangle facing each other. There were snack plates on Christine's coffee table. Glen and I stood awkwardly for a moment as we looked around. Usually Ashley was around; I wondered where she was.
"Ashley! Kyla! Glen and Spencer are here!" Christine yelled before giving us a warm smile. I felt a warm hand clasp mine and quickly pull my into another room.
"Hey Spence," Ashley said wrapping me into a hug. I felt my body go into overdrive. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sure she could feel it. I relished in the contact. I Wanted to hold the hug longer and I felt the warmth leave me as she pulled away and plopped on a couch in front of the family room television. Kyla and Glen followed us inside and sat on the floor. Ashley patted the seat next to her and I smiled and sat down.
Ashley flipped on the television and clicked through the channels but I wasn't focusing on it. All I could focus on were my senses. Somehow Ashley's body was touching mine. Her pinky was next to mine. Her leg was pressed up against mine creating warmth. The sounds of Glen and Kyla chatting quietly and of the television blurred in my mind and became unrecognizable. Somehow it seemed like each breath I took in was the loudest thing in the room. I could only focus on her scent. She smelled warm like vanilla and cinnamon. But then I would catch a waft of her delicious, fruity hair and sigh at the sweetness of it.
She poked me in the side and pointed at Kyla and Glen sitting together closely on the floor. I smirked at her.
I leaned in close to my brother's ear and whispered, "get a room," before cracking up with Ashley. He turned a deep shade of red flipped me off. Kyla blushed and focused on the television which was playing some unimportant cartoon.
Ashley's hand was still touching mine and she laced our pinkies together before taking my hand completely in hers. My hand felt as if it were on fire. It was tingling just from her touch. I couldn't help the smile that graced my face. Every once in a while since the carnival and the Ferris wheel sometimes we would just sit like this. Our hands would find each others and they would stay like that; like it was the most easy and comfortable thing in the world.
I couldn't tell if she felt the connection I felt. I couldn't tell if her skin tingled like mine did. I couldn't tell if her heart was beating out of control like mine was. I hated it. It was almost bittersweet every time she took my hand in hers because it made me feel incredible and horrible all at the same time. That's why I wouldn't say anything when we held hands like this; I wouldn't ask her if she felt the same. I couldn't take that kind of rejection, not from Ashley.
"Dinner is ready!" we heard the smooth voice of Christine call down the hall. Glen and Kyla immediately stood.
"I'm starving," he said and she shoved him out of the way as they raced out of the room.
"You're always hungry," she said laughing as they ran to the Thanksgiving feast. Ashley stood her hand easily and smoothly slipping from mine and walked to the door.
"You coming?" she asked her voice soft as she turned back to me with a questioning glance. I shook any confusing thoughts from my head and smiled and nodded and we walked to dinner.