The Road to....Somewhere???

What Happens When We Come Back Here?

Ashley's p.o.v.

After lunch on Monday, I have not been able to stop thinking about Logan.

It is now Thursday, and we have had lunch together everyday. The more time we spend together, the more easily our conversation's come. I have learned so much about her, in the short time I have known her. I have even opened up a little bit, talking about Sarah a little. Nothing major, but I am trying. There are things that I just don't want her to know, not now. Maybe never. Sarah was the only one that ever knew about my childhood. I don't know if I could even talk about that. If this goes much further, I guess I will have to bear my soul. Until then, I am just going to keep it to myself.

I'm sitting at home, drinking a beer, and playing around on the computer, thinking, when I get a text. It is from Logan, of course.

L-What ya doin?

A-Nothing really. Relaxing, messing around on the computer. What are you doing?

L-Thinking about lunch today, and what a good time I had. I am really enjoying getting to know you.

A-Really? I didn't think I was all that interesting. You, on the other hand, are full of interesting stories.

Today, at lunch, she told me some about her travels. She has been everywhere. Her father was in the military, and they moved around a lot. She had lived in Germany, Switzerland, and even spent a small amount of time in Iraq. This was, of course, before the war was going on over there. I felt kind of small when she was telling these stories. I had never been out of the south. Most of my time being spent here, in this little town in Alabama.

L-No. My stories are just superficial things. You have depth to you. I can tell there is much to uncover about you.

A-That may be true, but I'll never tell. I try to be as flirtatious as possible through a text.

L-:( Never? But I want to know everything about you. One day, maybe???

A-Maybe.

I can't believe I just said that. What if I'm never ready to open up to her? When I think about it, though, I find myself not really worrying about that. As scared as I am for her to know all of my deep dark secrets, I find that I kind of want her to know. Someday. Maybe.

L-:D

A-Hey. What are you doing tomorrow night? I'm gonna go for it, I decide. I want, no I need, this thing to go to the next level. 'Really, already?' Yeah, really. Crazy. Arguing with myself.

L-Nothing. Why?

A-Well, I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me.

L-Like a date?

A-No, not like a date. A date. I am so corny, I know. Maybe she likes corny. If she doesn't, well, I just screwed myself.

L-Of course I will. If you didn't ask me soon, I was gonna just ask you myself. So, where we going?

A-That is for me to know and you to find out. Just be ready, and I'll pick you up at 6? Shit, I just sent that, and am now realizing, I have no clue where this girl lives. Maybe she doesn't want me to know. I am such an idiot. I try to catch her, before she replies back.

A-I just realized I have no clue where you live. If you don't want me to know or something, you can just come to my place, and we can go from here.

L-Would you mind that to terribly? I still haven't gotten my place situated. I am a procrastinator. Sorry.

A-No need to be sorry. That is fine. Just be here about 6. Wear something nice.

L-Nice, like, how?

A-Well, you don't need a ballgown, but we will go somewhere nice.

L-Sounds great. I will see you tomorrow. :)

Ok, now, I had to make a phone call, and get tomorrow night set up. I am freaking a little, but I cannot wait. 

What happens when we come back here?

I know this is shorter than most chapters, but I am trying to get to their date, and start some hotter and heavier stuff between the two. Bare with me, please.