The Switch [COMPLETED]

Chapter 39

Paisley Monroe:

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping cheerfully in the scruffy trees surrounding the canal. The sun was filtering softly through the thin branches, and a light breeze was curling tendrils of long hair into my face.

I yawned and sat up, lifting my head from the firm surface it had been resting on. I rubbed my eyes before stretching my arms out to the side, completely forgetting that someone was next to me until I had accidentally punched them in the shoulder.

"Ouch! Careful where you're flinging those things!" a deep male voice groaned.

Sleepily, I looked to the side to see my victim.

Asher...

Wait...ASHER!

THE ACTUAL ASHER!

"ASHER!" I yelled, nearly starting him off of the small wall and into the canal. "Asher, you're YOU!"

He looked up at me in confusion before his eyes widened in awe.

I knew what he was seeing. He was seeing ME. Paisley Monroe, in my OWN BODY.

In a flash he was on his feet, almost tipping over again as he struggled to balance on the narrow wall with his long limbs flailing.

"Paisley, you're...we...we switched back?!"

"We switched back!" I squealed, jumping up and down in shock. In disbelief, I ran my hands through my hair and down the length of my body. I was me again, alright. Man, how I had missed this body.

Without thinking, I laughed gleefully and launched myself at Asher, jumping into his arms and wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. He stiffened for a moment before enveloping me in his arms, lifting me slightly so that my feet were dangling inches above the bricks.

I had been in his body for weeks now, and yet I had somehow forgotten how good he smelled. His arms felt safe and secure around me, and I was embarrassed to admit that I was disappointed when he coughed awkwardly and set me down before stepping away from me.

"You...you look good," he said stiffly, rubbing his neck. I watched as his fingers tangled through the curls at the nape of his neck. Man, had I looked as unbelievably, effortlessly HOT in that body as he did right now?

"Thanks," I said shyly. "You do, too."

"So, uh...what happened?" he finally asked after a moment of awkward silence.

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "I guess we found what we really needed to have it all or whatever..." I said with a nervous giggle.

"Huh...I guess we did," Asher said slowly, looking at me with a strange expression on his face, as if something had just dawned on him. I felt a furious dance of butterflies in my stomach. Whatever he was about to say, I had a feeling that it was important. "Hey, Paisley, I-"

"YO!" a voice shouted to us from a distance, cutting Asher off before he could finish his thought. We both turned to see Tucker jogging towards us, his messy hair held back by a thick green bandana. "There you guys are! Lenny is looking for Asher and we gotta get going soon if we wanna get on the road in time...to...what's wrong with you guys? You both look like you just swallowed a bunch of slugs."

"Tuck, it's ME," Asher said, holding his arms out to the side and tilting his head with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, hey, Paisley..." Tucker said slowly, raising one eyebrow questioningly.

"No, I mean, it's really ME!" Asher said once more, slapping both of his hands against his chest. "I'M Asher! And this," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me against his side, "is Paisley. The REAL Paisley."