*Ryan's Point of View*
"Whose house should we go to?" I asked Ashley after school. "How about yours? I haven't been over there in a whole four days!" She said and we both laughed a little. "Cool. Race you there?" I said smirking. "You're on! I'm already half way there, half way there, half way there..." She said laughing and imitating Spongebob. We both took off running. I've gotta admit, she's fast. And athletic. Probably because she isn't like those annoying girls who do a sit up and are exhausted and say they worked out so hard. She passed me just before we got to my house. The only problem? She couldn't stop fast enough and she smacked into my door. "Ow." She said irritated. I laughed. I knew she wasn't hurt badly. "My nose hurts!" She laughed. "Haha let's go to my room." I said laughing a little more. She was about to go in when she smacked into the door again. She forgot to open it. We just lost it laughing. Finally we went inside. Before she hit the door a third time, I opened it. We went upstairs to my bedroom. And she stubbed her toe on the corner of the stairs. "Really?" She said angry at herself. "Alright that's it Missy." I laughed and picked her up bridal style and carried her into my room and put her on my bed. "No more injuries." I said. "Aww darn." She joked back. "I was about to bang my head on something." She leaned back on my bed, but actually ended up banging her head on my headboard. "CRAP! GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" She laughed and held her head. "I'll get the ibuprofen." I said and laughed a little. Sometimes, she was just clumsily adorable. "Thanks." She said when I handed it to her. We did homework, helping each others out with the harder ones, and were finished in a few hours. "So." She said. "Truth or dare?" She asked. "Truth." I answered. "Who do you like?" She asked. Oops. "Nobody actually." I answered as calmly as I could. "I know you're lying! Who?" She insisted. Luckily, just then my family came home. Our game was cut short with only one question and no answer. She narrowed her eyes at me as if to say, "How did you manage to get out of this one punk." And we went out to see my family.
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Bleeding Hearts
Romantizm"Ashley open the door, please Ashley I am begging you please let me in don't do this please." I heard him say from my bedroom door. I could tell he was crying. "I would, but then you would stop me." I whispered lifting one foot off the the window. A...
