(AN, all chapters are in Ashley's POV unless told otherwise <3)
I hardly slept all night with thoughts of May and I invading my brain.
What if I've got it all wrong? What if she doesn't like me back?
Actually, to say that I liked her was an understatement; I would be lying to myself if I said I hadn't already fallen for her.
She was just so perfect in every way - it was impossible not to fall for her.
She's just so beautiful and funny and and and.... I fell asleep, thoughts of her consuming my mind.
*skip to the next morning*
I was in a dream where may and I had already been out, I'd taken her to have coffee and we kissed.
Damn it felt so real; I didn't want the dream to end. The moment between us was so perfect and right I couldn't begin to explain it...
Then I woke up.
I rubbed my tires eyes confusedly, believing the dream was real and ending up back here again didn't seem right.
Then I realised.
Oh shit... it was just a dream.
I haven't even taken her anywhere yet, I might never even get to kiss her.
What if the day goes horribly?
What if she doesn't even like me like that?
What if I completely mess up and she wants nothing to do with me?
A million 'what if's' flew around my head.
And I've not even considered the fact that she might be straight before.
A nausea rose in my stomach. I was so worried, it was as if my whole future depended on today; which, in a way, I guess it did.
I lay down on my back and closed my eyes, trying to keep somewhat calm.
You can do it. Everything will be fine. Even if she doesn't like you, you still had yesterday together and that was definitely worth it.
After I talked some sense into myself, I quickly showered- trying to block off the sound of my own thoughts with the sound of running water.
Everything will be fine.
I dried myself, brushed my teeth and hair, then went to get changed.
What can I wear?
I looked around the room, inspecting every item in my 'floordrobe' because, lets face it, I'm not the tidiest of people.
Eventually, I picked out some ripped jeans, a ptv shirt and a big jumper before rushing downstairs to iron them- I wanted to look good for this girl but obviously that was impossible with my face so I wasn't going to settle for anything less than acceptable.
After changing, as an afterthought, I rushed upstairs and chucked all my stuff into the wardrobe- just in case.
Then I breathed a sigh of relief as I left the house, though I could definitely still feel the butterflies in my stomach. Hopefully I didn't look too bad and I wouldn't be too late...
