Hay.... You...... The one person hat has read up chapter 3 when I have published up to 8...... Plz keep reading..... I'll try to get better at writing give me some tips would you......
Read the last chapter if it gets confusing.
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*Ashley's POV*
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He smiled as he said it, like I was his favorite person in the world.
"You look good." He said appraisingly, I was wearing his close after all.
"Thanks?" I say, not sure wether or not to take that as a complement or be offended because I just met him and he was already checking me out. He laughs, motioning for me to fallow him.
"Your welcome, I hope you like panda express" asks turning towards the hallway. "We ordered you Orange Chicken, with fried rice. Is that okay? The others are waiting for us in the living room, they wanted to watch some show, or something." He continues, scratching the back of his head.
"That's great." I say, he turns and smiles at me, I return the smile. He leads the way down the stairs. Just so you know, I love orange chicken and fried rice.
I fallow Spike as he leads me into the living room, as I walk in to the living room, I'm astonished by how clean it is and the sheer space of the room, with 2 white couches and a black love seat, all siting in a circle around a flat screen tv, showing some show, mounted on one of the off white walls. Floor to ceiling windows cover the far wall, over looking the water, we must be by some lake or river. The room is almost empty, only one guy is siting on one of the couches.
"Travis, where did the others go?" Spike asks the guy, Travis had the same color of hair as Spike, and the same gray green eyes.
"Their girls showed up so they're in the guest room and in the basement." He sighs.
"Julie late?"Spike replies
"Yah" Travis sighs again. "She was supposed to call me when she was close, or if she got car trouble." He continued.
"She'll be...." Spike was cut short by desert playing, Travis's ring tone.
"Babe, are you okay?"Travis walks out of the room. After a few seconds he come back in-still on the phone- "Kevin, keys." Spike hands them over.
His name is Kevin?
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Saving her
RomanceAshley Paris live in the shadows of her older sister Myra ever since Myra got in to Modeling, that is until she meets Kevin Brendon, the kid that everyone just calls Spike.
