The Blonde One.

Chapter 1

This is dedicated to @AlexisMarieHoran for taking over after I left! I'm back now and I'm going to sleep. Love y'all!

Ashley's Point of View...

I walked inside my new home. I moved here cause my parents got divorced and my father wanted to move. Which meant: Switching Schools. 

"I'll be in my room." I said and then jogged my way up the stairs into my new room.

I gasped when I saw a boy no older than 15 or 16 sitting on my bed.

His head was dumped down in his hands. He looked upset. Girlfriend broke up? Whatever. I don't even know him!

"Uh." My parted lips said. 

The boy looked up with blonde hair, blue charming eyes, and a wide smile. 

"Ashley!" He smiled walking up to me and attacking me in a hug. 

"Um." I said shoving him away from me making him fall on my bed. 

"What a nice way to greet your long lost best friend." He joked.

I have to admit, he did look a bit familiar, but I just couldn't place my finger on it. 

"Sorry what?" I asked.

"Somebody forgot me." He muttered with a frown on his face and dumped his head back in his hands.

I didn't know what to do. 

My parents, who were deeply in love and set an example for other people, get divorced.

I move to a new house only a few blocks away from my old one. 

I'm tired and jog up the stairs.

I open the door. 

Instead of jumping on my bed and sleeping, I gasp.

I see a boy on my bed.

He attacks me in a hug. 

Calls me his long lost bestfriend.

Then when I refuse, he gets all upset and says I forgot him?

What the hell is going on!?

I walked up to my bed and hesitated but then sat down by him and rubbed his back. 

"I-I'm s-sor-rry. But, I don't think I-I know you." I stuttered looking down at my feet. 

"It's alright. But, I won't tell you who I am. You'll have to rack your horrible memory first." He said.

"How do you know I have a horible memory?" I asked.

"Like I said. I still remember you." He smirked and left my room. 

The hell just happened?

I looked around my room and laid back in bed. 

Maybe that just didn't happen?

But it felt so real!

Maybe it just seemed real cause I'm tired?

You're not so tired!

Yes I am!

Trust me hun. I remember way more than you do. 

Tell me then! Who was he?

Sorry, I forgot who he is too.

Ugh! I hate you!

After my "fight" with my conscience, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, like I usually do.