Oh, Chicago

Getting Ready for Ashley

Ryan's POV

Ryan had just woken up, still tired and for once, actually wanting to go to school, but only for "her". He headed downstairs, carrying his phone, and grabbed some breakfast.

"Morning Ash."

"Morning. I'm really tired since we didn't actually go to bed last night until one in the morning."

"Me too."

"Well, I have to get ready, but I'll see you at school. Wanna meet up at the lockers?"

Ryan grinned and began texting back.

"Sure Ash. I'll meet you there."

"Okay."

"Okay."

She didn't respond after that, so I assumed that she went to get ready and she as going to wait for me at my locker at school.

"Oh my God! I have to get ready and look good if I'm going to be with Ashley this morning. I have one mission today and that's to convince Ashley that I could be her boyfriend." thought Ryan.

I was going to ask her out today, but I thought that that would be too soon, so I decided to wait until tomorrow, but I still wanted to look nice because she wanted to meet me at my locker this morning and I wanted to look good so she'll begin to like me more based on my looks. That's pretty cliche, but still, it was pretty cute.

I walked over to my closet and picked out my favorite polo t-shirt. It was tight on me, so it showed my abs that I had gained over the summer. In my free time, I would go to the gym to workout because I had nothing else to do. It benefited me greatly though.

Back to the wardrobe. I also picked out my favorite Hollister jeans. The denim that they use is really comfortable. I headed to the bathroom to do my manly things.

I brushed out my hair, fluffed it up to make a poof in the front, and put some gel in it. Then, I brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath that was horrible. Finally, I put on some deodorant so I wouldn't have sweat stains on my shirt and used the restroom.

I grabbed my backpack, phone, and an apple, then headed out the door to school. I rode my bike to school to get some exercise because there wasn't a gym close to my Dad's house.

Once I got to school, I walked into the bathroom to check if my hair was still in tact and it was (of course). I headed straight to my locker and looked around for Ashley. She was coming around the corner. She had on a cute, springy floral dress that flowed down to the middle of her thighs. Her hair was curled in individual strands with a pink flower crown (I think that's what you call them). She looked so beautiful, I just wanted to kiss her. But, I realized that I couldn't because she wasn't my girlfriend. Yet