Bad Boys Can't Love

Mutual

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Sarah's POV

I wake up and I'm in my bed. How did I get here? Asher must have brought me here after the carnival. I must have fallen asleep in the car. Wait. Asher. The carnival.
The memories flood back. I kissed Asher. I kissed Asher. No time to think- where is he? I expect him to be in my bed, but he's not. I feel disappointed, but I push it aside.
I need time to think. Do I like Asher? I can't like him, right? Sarah Jay doesn't go for bad boys. Sarah Jay doesn't like players. Players like my dad.
I don't want to end up like my mom. I don't want to have a husband like my dad.
That doesn't matter if I don't like Asher. I need to be honest with myself. Do I like him? I think about how I feel when I'm around him.
I crave his touch. I miss him when he's gone. My heart swells when he says my name.
No! I like Asher Ross. This is terrible. This is absolutely terrible. I can't like a bad boy, a player, a douchebag? No, he's not a douchebag... He's sweet and nice and- snap out of it Sarah! He plays girls and dumps them the next day. I won't become another one of his girls.
I can't become one of his girls. This is why I can't admit it- I'll just become one of them. I might as well be the blonde that he talked to on that day a while ago.
I run my hands through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh.
I'll just put them aside. I won't act on them, I won't focus on them. I'll continue my amazing friendship with Asher. Asher and I can still be friends. It was just a kiss, right? He probably thinks nothing of it. I'll pretend that I think nothing of it.
We were just being flirty hormonal teenagers. We were just caught in the moment. We were just having fun. It didn't mean anything. Right? Right?!?!?!
Right?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Okay. I admit it- I'm kind of freaking out. Well, I'm really freaking out. This is horrible, I can't like him. It will ruin everything, including my life.
I'll stick to the plan of ignoring my tiny meaningless feelings. They'll wear off eventually, it's nothing.
I change into my gray sweatpants and the pink baggy tee shirt I have. I put my hair up in a messy bun, and I feel my eyes sting as I realize I left my contacts in. I really have to stop doing that.
I take out my contacts in my vanity mirror and put on my black glasses. Slipping on my gray slippers, I open my door to have breakfast.
I smell cooking food. My mom never makes breakfast, why would she start now? I smell scrumptious bacon and butter and syrup and pancakes... Mmm...
I walk down the stairs slowly as the kitchen comes into view. I see Asher flipping pancakes wearing my dad's old apron that reads, 'Kiss the Cook.'
How ironic.
How metaphorical.
Stop overthinking things stupid brain.
I guess he did stay the night. Just got up before me. Well, it is already eleven. He notices me, and he cocks his head to the side with a smile. "What?" I stare at him dumbly. "You look good with glasses." He smirks. "Thanks." I say sarcastically, thinking he meant it the same way. "No, really." He says sincerely. I blush wildly. Stupid cheeks are on fire!
   "Whatever.." I roll my eyes. He hands me a single red rose. "For you. Just saying your mom yelled at me for digging through her garden this morning." Asher giggles. The real giggle. I smile and take it from him as I sit down at the breakfast bar watching him.
  "I can't cook for my life." I say, almost to myself. "I can teach you!" He chimes adorably. "Okay.." I agree. I stand up and walk towards him.
  He gestures for me to stand in front of him. I do so, and now I'm standing before the stove. He lightly holds my wrist with one hand, and places the spatula in my grip with the other. He guides me to flip pancakes and it actually doesn't go wrong. I smile at the heart shaped pancakes.
   Wait, heart shaped? First a red rose, now heart shaped pancakes? What is he getting at?
  He's probably just being stupid. That's all. Just being him.
   "You're doing it." He whispers softly in my ear. I nod, my free hand finding its way into his. My plan is legit failing harder than anything right now.
   Once we finish cooking together, we eat breakfast next to each other at the breakfast bar. We still hold hands as we eat and chat about shipping. He knows that I'm obsessed with shipping, so I explain it to him.
    A moment of silence comes upon us after the explanation. "What would our ship name be?" He ponders aloud. "O-ours?" I stutter, redder than a tomato. He nods carefully, probably scared of me passing out or something.
"Um. I don't know. Maybe Ashah or Sarsher or Sasher or even just Sash.. I'm not sure." I answer. He smiles and shakes his head at me. "What?" I ask. "Nothing." He grins as he eats more. "What?!" I press, staring at him. "It's just that it sounds like you've been thinking about this.." He laughs. I look down at my plate, blushing wildly, "Oh."
He looks at me, noticing my blush I suppose. He caresses my cheek before going back to eating.

"Are we not going to talk about it?" Asher asks, breaking the silence. We're on the couch watching a movie, and usually we talk throughout them. Now we don't say a word to each other. "What?" I ask, even though I know exactly what he meant. I just want to drag this out so that I don't have to face it right away.
"The kiss." He breathes out. "Um. Then no, we aren't going to talk about it. We were just lost in the moment." I say, looking at him. He seems like he's trying to read me, and I know that even with my best poker face that he can see right through me.
"We need to talk about it." Asher tells me. I shake my head no. "Sarah..." He half whines. "What?" I snap, "What do you want me to say? That I liked it? What could you possible want from me?" I question angrily. He seems surprised and shocked at my sudden mood swing. "Yeah. Maybe I do want to hear what you have to say. What you thought about it." He ponders. I roll my eyes, "Good luck with that."
"Tell me." He demands. "I liked it, okay? Happy now? But just to let you know, it's not happening again." I sigh unhappily. "Why not?" Asher asks sadly. "Because. I'm not one of your girls." I explain.
"Do you really think, after all of this, that I would treat you like all of the others?" He looks at me, fire blazing in his usually cool eyes. "Yes. Because that's what you do." I nod. With that, he gets up, shuts off the TV and goes to leave.
"Asher wait!" I call, about to go after him. "Goodbye Sarah, remember that bad boys like me don't just hang around." Asher says snarkily and he leaves, slamming the door behind him.
What have I done?