Creepypasta ramblings

Thank you all.

Andrea's Pov
I laid face down on my pillow, debating if I should go out of the room and talk to Ashley. I heard someone banging on the door "Andrea, guess what?!" It was Jane. After a few second she left. "You need to talk to them." "I know, but I can't right now." I sighed and rolled over, then a much quieter knock. "Andrea, it's me Ashley. I hope you're not dead." I gasped and tried to bolt off the bed and as far away from the door as I could. But Helen had grabbed me. "You are talking to her. I don't care what you say." he looked at me with a serious face. "Okay." I said, walking to the door. "Hey Ashley. I'm not dead" "You sure, you sound dead." "Yeah." my voice cracked, probably from my lack of talking. "What have you been doing these past few days, honestly." "Nothing. Well nothing productive at least." "Sure, and that's why you sound like you've been...." "DON'T, please." I yell, blushing a bit. "I won't, but really you do." "I know." It was quiet. "So you hate me?" I asked, looking down. She gasped. "No, I could never. You're my Bob, my crazy researcher, and my best friend/family." I smiled, and for the first time in a while, walked out of the room. "You, my friend, look like shit." "Thanks" I hugged her. The living room erupted into cheers for some reason. "She finally came out!" a few people jokingly yelled "Of what, the closet? Cuz i've been out for years." I yell from the top of the stairs. "Heh, not the only one." I looked at Jane. "Please educate me." "Oh crap." I heard Ashley say. "We think that one was being naughty." "JANE!" Ashley whined, voice cracking. I giggled "You guys have way too much fun by yourselves." They all giggled. I was glad to be back in the swing of things.