Opposites Attract

Chapter Twenty One

Ashley's POV

I wake up with the light shining through the large windows near the ceiling. Looking at my room, I climb the stairs down and feel the fuzzy rug beneath my feet. I grab my pants and slide them on, pulling my flannel over my body as well. I braid my hair to the side and let it rest on my shoulders. The memories from last night fly through my mind and I can't help but smile. Knowing me and Julian almost kissed is something that I never thought could be real. I felt anxious to see what would happen this morning, not knowing whether it will be awkward or nice. I double check myself in the mirror, making sure I look okay before leaving to go into the kitchen. I see my mom and dad at the table, eating breakfast and was greeted by them both.

"Where is Julian?" I question and they look at me with surprise, I guess I've never seemed interested in where he was.

"Still asleep, why?" My mom asks, sipping her coffee while having her familiar book in hand.

"I got an idea." I smile and grad a whip cream from the fridge. I pull the feather out of my hat and look over to my parents and hold up both. My mom smiles and nods her head.

"Do it." She laughs and I silently walk to Julian's closed door, grabbing the cold metal handle, I try my best not to make too much noise. I pushed the door slowly, creating a squeaky noise and with my face stiffened, I change speed at open it fast, stopping it before it hits the wall behind it. I take a small breath and tip-toe to his side of the bed. I see that his hand it sitting upright and I smile at the scene I see. I gently put the whip cream in his hand and tickle his nose with the feather. I watch patiently, he moves his clean hand and itches his face, not opening his eyes. I try not to laugh as I try again, hoping he'll use his other hand this time and sure enough, his hand collided with his face, creating a sticky mess. I bursted with laughter, falling to the ground I grab my stomach, knowing I was getting a six-pack from the laughter.

He sat up and glared at me, looking at his face covered with white I pointed and continued to laugh.

"Oh, so you think this is funny?" He questions and I nod my head. His expression changes to a devilish smirk and he quickly launched off the bed tackling me. Rubbing his face up against mine, whip cream was everywhere. He moves his hands to my sides and begins to tickling me which I beg to stop. Gasping for air, I kick with laughter and tears springing to my eyes. He stops for a second to let me get my breath, with a smile on his face, he stays sitting on me.

"No one pranks me and gets away with it." He smiles, I am just grateful he knows how to tickle. Most people tickle too hard and it actually hurts, it didn't feel as though he was killing me which is a positive to the whole situation.

"Can you get off of me now?" His weight crushing me.

"Nope." He speaks, with a smile on his face.

"Fine." I say and reach out to tickle his sides. He looked at me funny.

"I am not ticklish, Ashley." He chuckles.

"Really?" I ask and keep trying, the results were embarrassing. Soon after he held my hands against the floor, laughing.

"Get off of me." I speak.

"On one condition."

"What?"

"If you say something for me." He speaks, great! Now I am going to have to say whatever he wants. And by the look on his face I don't think it is going to be something that I want to say.

"You have to say... Julian, I have a crush on you and I want you to like me back. I love you!" Butterflies fly throughout my stomach, I can't say that to him!