More Than Friends: A #Mashley Fan-Fic

Too Much Thought

~Note: Awkward~

Mitch's POV:

What do I want? 

The question swarms my mind, not allowing me to think of anything else. I'm thinking about Jerome's comment the other night, of course, and I can't help but wonder why it was affecting me so much. Being the virgin that I am I don't know anything about sex, and I know Ashley doesn't either.

I stare at the celing above me. I woke up with these thoughts, and I can't seem to get them out of my head. I know I love Ashley, but it's too soon to love her in that way. 

I have to stop Jerome from getting in my head like this. I know I'm blowing the entire situation way out of proportion. I can only imagine how Ashley might be feeling.

Ashley's POV:

Ever since I left the café with Regina, I've been thinking about what Jerome said. I was able to push off the thought for the night, but now I'm laying awake in my bed, not wanting to get up.

Does Mitch want that from me? Am I willing to give it to him? What do I want?

The questions seem to hold me down to my mattress, keeping me there until I answer them. I didn't know what I wanted, this was the first real relationship I've ever been in.

I'm probably just being stupid. He hasn't even asked me to be his girlfriend yet.

I'm shocked by my own realization. Whenever I was with Mitch, I was too busy just being in love with him, that I never even realized we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend yet! I quickly jumped up from my bed before new troubling thoughts could replace the old ones.

I think too much.

Jerome's POV:

I've been meaning to talk to Ashley about what I said the other night. When I made the comment about the whole "Mashley" thing, I hadn't been thinking and forgot about how...touchy Ashley could sometimes be about those kind of things. I was afraid I might've caused something between her and Mitch, until I walked in on the two of them practically on top of one another yesterday. All the same, I wanted to aplogize to Ashley for being out of line. I was going to yesterday, which was why I interrupted them, but she lft before I could. Now that I think about it, I'm actually glad she did so I don't have to tell her in person. I can just text her. I pull out my phone and begin the long, awkward message I was going to send to her.

Ashley's POV:

When I get out of the shower, I pull out my phone and see a message from Jerome. It reads:

J: Hey Ash. I just wanted to say I was sorry for the comment I made about you and Mitch the other night. I know it was way out of line and that's your and Mitch's buisness. I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I know it must've been awkward since you guys...well you know. Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry.

 I'm a little shocked by his apology, but I accept it nonetheless. 

A: Thanks for aplogizing, but it was really no big deal. I will admit I was a little surprised, but then again it's not really my field of expertice. 

J: Yeah, you and Mitch both.

I pause as I read that last text over again. Me and Mitch? Mitch is a virgin? How? 

A: Wait, wut?

J: What do you mean, wut?

My heart races as I process this newfound information. I don't know why, but I always thought Mitch wasn't a virgin. I guess it was the way he acted. Why hadn't he wanted me to know? Then again, I guess it is his personal buisness...

A: Nvm

I quickly text back and check the time. I have to go pick my sister up at the airport soon to help her get settled into her apartment. Our first official shoot was next week, and I was really excited. I always have loved modeling because it made me feel beautiful. It sounds vain, but it's quite the change for me, having been bullied all my life and called ugly on a daily basis. 

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"Ashley!" Tara calls. I was in the airport to pick her up, and I whirl around at the sound of her voice. I'm embraced in a hug as I do, her sweet lilac scent engulfing me.

"It feels like forver since I've seen you." I say.

"I know! And it's only been like what, five? Six days?" she says, smiling.

"A week I think." I correct her. She nods, as if pondering, and then together we walk out of the airport, arm in arm.

"So what have you been up to in California?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. I look at her briefly as if to say, you have no idea.