Secret Lovers (ButtahBenzo)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: I Feel The Same

Shay's POV:

I tried to wake her up but, none. She's really knocked out.

So I tell everyone that the party's over, and I decide to stay the night with Ashley. To keep her company. We always have sleepovers. All the guests left and there's not that much to clean up. Before I would clean, I decided to check on Ash.

"Uhh...huh? Wha- where am I?"
Ashley says. She's so tired. And hungover real quick.

"You're in planet earth. In America. In California. In your house. In your room. On your bed." I sarcastically say to her.

She laughs and stretches.

"Where are all the people?" She asks.

"They all left. Now, we need to clean up some of the mess." I say, leading her down to the living room.

"Is there a lot?! Noooo!"

"There's only a few, silly. Just the glasses, food & other random stuff.... I swear it's not that much, Ash."

***

"Hey, you were going to tell me something before you... passed out." I ask her. We were already dressed in Pajamas. I realized that I left one of mine at her house and it's still in mint condition.

"I did?! Oh yeah... I wanted to say that."

"Well, what is it? You said you like-- and you didn't continue."

"I can't." She lets out a small sigh and fixes her blankets so that we could be ready to sleep.

"Why not? I'm curios. What is it you wanted to say?" I say. She lays down beside me. I have this urge to kiss her.

"I like ponies." She says.

"Me too! But I'm pretty sure that's not what you were trying to say." I think I know what it is. But it's 99% impossible.

"Uugghhh.... this will be hard and weird and awkward......"

"No. Go on. Say it." I tell her.

Ashley's POV:

I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you. I LOVE YOU.

Ugh why can't I say that?

Now I'm really about to say it now. We're alone. It's all quiet. And she also wants to know...

I stare into her deep brown eyes. It makes me feel like looking at a perfect sculpture made by Picasso and Donatello and Michelangelo combined and 10x greater. She is a goddess.

Now I've finally collected all the courage to say it.

***

"I like you, Shay..."

***

She makes a weird and surprised expression. Both her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened. Her jaw almost drops.

"I don't know what to say...." she says. Oh no, what if she doesn't feel the same? What if she's straight? What if she sees me only as... a friend?

"I-it's fine, I just wanted to say it... ugh I regret saying it now. You're straight. And this is really weird. You're my best friend. It's fine if you don't feel the same."
I give her a fake smile. Hiding the tears of worry and embarrassment. "You don't deserve a girl like me. You deserve a husband to have a family with beautiful kids running arou--" I stop when suddenly....