Childhood Flames (Ashlyn/You)

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"So, how's the trip so far?" My psychiatrist asks as I talk to her over FaceTime on my laptop.

"Boring. I'm ready to go home. There's stuff to do there."

"You could go explore the UGA campus." She suggests, and I raise a brow at her.

"That's gross. Never speak to me that way again. Troy University all day."

"Then my only other suggestion is to quit complaining."

"I've got a question, Doc."

"Go ahead."

"Is there a way I could get released in time to get trained up and back into shape so I can get back on the National Team for World Cup Qualifying?" I ask, and Dr. Jade sighs.

"It all depends on how you do."

"Could I at least get released to go back to training? I'm getting stir crazy sitting at home all day everyday."

"That why you went to Salt Lake City and Cleveland?"

"Pretty much." I say, nodding. "I'm an athlete, and being kept away from my career is making matters worse."

"Fine, when you get back, you'll be released to train, and if that helps you, you won't have to travel anywhere else."

"Thanks doc."

"You're welcome. Now go try to enjoy yourself in Athens."

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Ashlyn
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I sighed as I walked into the jewelers with Alex. We were bored at home, so she suggested we go waste time at the mall.

"You look like you're shitting yourself, Ash." Alex says, and I look at her.

"Huh? Oh, no. I'm fine."

"No. You aren't."

"Fine. Ever since Y/N left to Athens, I've been thinking."

"About?" Alex prods, and I sigh.

"Popping the question." I say, and Alex grins.

"That's amazing. You totally should." She says, and I nod. "Do you want to start looking for a ring?" Alex asks, and I sigh.

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Alex
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"Sure."

"What are you ladies looking for?" A salesman asks, and Ashlyn freezes up.

"She's looking for an engagement ring." I say, and Ashlyn nods.

"Ah. Very well. What's this person's style?" The guy asks, stepping behind the jewelry counter. With a big grin, Ashlyn goes right into describing Y/N's style to the salesman, who has a hard time following, so I stop Ashlyn with a hand on her arm.

"Typical Tomboy. Too boyish to wear makeup, but just feminine enough to be well-kempt in every aspect of her life." I explain, and the person nods, telling us to hold on before walking off, and as we're left alone, Ash and I start bickering.

"The hell, Al?" She asks, and I shrug.

"You confused the poor guy with your lovesick ramblings." I say, and Ashlyn falls into a pit of denial; that he was following along perfectly, as I take up the opposition.

"I did not, you're just impatient." Ash says, and I nod.

"I am, that's why I'm already married." I say, and Ashlyn gives me this look.

"Rude." She says, and I raise a brow.

"You spent so long with your thumb up your ass, you two could've been married ten years by now." I say, and Ashlyn goes to respond, but is stopped when the guy comes back with a beautiful ring that screams 'MADE FOR Y/N'