Love Is Love (Discontinued)

Chapter 1 - Reason For Love

(Ashley's POV)

Friday.

Just another typical day for me. Some would say it's the best day of the week, but to me? Their all the same. Get up, brush my teeth, do my hair, take my medicine, find my clothes, and head on off to school. Then rinse and repeat.

Thank God it was the weekend.

I was now walking home from school. The day went as any other day: boring. As I was walking, a voice called me.

"Ashley!!"

I knew whose voice it was. It belonged to my friend, Johnny. He was my best friend ever since first grade. He always make me laugh, helped me when I needed it, and cheered me up when I was down. Though he would always flirt with me, even though he knew I was a lesbian. And I bet this time wasn't going to be any different, "What is it Johnny?" I asked in annoyance. "Oh nothin'. Just wanna tell you that you're lookin' quite sexy today." he flirtatiously stated. I groaned, "When exactly are you going to stop messing with me?" I asked, a bit agitated. "When you let me get in them panties." he stated with a grin on his face.

It pissed me off, "You know I'm a lesbian, Jonathan." I hissed, using his real name. The only time I used his real name is when I'm really mad at him or when he does something surprising. "Whoa, calm down Ash. You know I ain't mean nothin' by it." he said as I sighed. "I know, I know. I'm sorry for getting so worked up. It's just... it's been a long day at school." I apologized as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Ahh, it's alright." he assured. We kept walking for ten minutes until we reached the corner that he had turn on.

"Welp, I guess this is where we part ways, until next week." he said as he gave me a hug. I returned the embrace as we said bye to one another before going our separate ways.

~Time Skip~

It was five minute walk; not all that long. I had opened the front door and saw my mother and father sitting down in their chairs. Mother was on her phone, playing "Star Gems 2", while father was watching the TV. "Hey mom. Hey dad." I greeted them both. My father just gave an uninterested hum.

It made me sad.

Ever since he found out about my mental condition, he's become very distant of me; to the point where he doesn't even talk to me at all. When I was little, I would always wait for him at the door when he comes home from work. And when he finally got home, he'd just look down at me like I'm a stranger in the street. I just didn't understand why he acted like this. It just hurts.

At least mother was always there for me.

"Hey sweetheart." mother greeted back with her very thick English accent. It was similar to mines, and my two brothers, Keeagan and Jack, "How was school?" she asked. "Oh, just the same as usual." I answered, going upstairs. Once I made to my room, I took my backpack off and threw it on the bed before I plopped down onto it myself. I took my phone out and saw that it was 4:50. I decided that I'll go out for a work. But not before changing clothes. I took off my school clothes (which was just regular clothes) and put on a pair of black thigh high socks (I have nothing but thigh high socks. I don't know why, I just love them), then slipped on a pair of black, grey, light grey, and white camo tights (thigh high socks + tights = comfort/uncomfort) that squeezed every contour of my lower body, making my butt look bigger than it already was (I have a really big butt, but I'm not fat! A lot of people say I'm "slim-thick". They say it means "a girl whose skinny, but thick at the same time". Like... e-eh... you know what, just forget it, I'm pretty sure you know what I'm talking about), then I put on a all black, long sleeve low cut [Author: I will never fully understand fashion. I understand it, just not that much.] that showed a lot cleavage from my rather large breast (mother told me that when she was my age, her breast was big as well, bigger then mine to be exact. Hell, her breast are still big, they even seem to have gotten more bigger, and why am I talking about my mother's breast size as if it was a normal conversation topic?). After that was done, I put on my signature black beanie, then putting on my vest.