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Chapter 4: Lets Party!

Dedicated to JadedEnvy for making this beautiful cover and for being a great friend;) Love ya <3

~Willows POV~

'I'm glad Ash doesn't live far away from me.' I thought as I looked out the window.

Ah! There's her house, the only one on the block with a red door and dead flowers or as I call it 'The Cemetery'.

Parking, I got out and... I stepped right into a puddle. "Crap," I muttered looking down at my Toms are now wet. I'll just ask Ash if I could borrow some shoes.

Getting close to the front door, I looked up and the light from her bathroom was turned on, so I will save her the hustle of coming down.

I slid my hand under the pot of a dead flower and felt something moving under my hand, so I quickly grabbed the key and yanked my hand away.

You might be wondering how I know there is a spare key under the pot.

Well, one day Ash forgot her key and told my to turn around. Fact about me is when someone tells me to do something I HAVE to do the opposite. So I saw her gently lift the pot, take the key out, open the door and put it back so I turned on the last minute and Ash not being that sharp-eyed, didn't see me. I was going to tell her I saw but maybe one day it would by useful, like now.

Opening the red door quietly, I stepped inside, forgetting about my wet shoes and tiptoed up the stairs. Thankfully, the stairs were carpeted but unlucky for Ash, she now has to deal with the Mud Monster.

Turning a sharp left, I turned and sat on her bed wondering why the hell it wasn't made. Ash is a very, very neat person. The first time I met her I thought she was a neat freak and nearly confronted her for being so neat but later I figured that she just liked things to be orderly.

Looking at her nightstand I saw a book and her iPhone!

I quickly grabbed it and typed in her password. Once I got her phone unlocked, I saw that she had been texting... a guy. Curiosity got the best of me as I began reading their conversation.

Ash's POV:)

Showers are life... no food is life...

I adore showers but a bath will do just fine, it helps me relax. But on the bad side, I love bubbles. I always wonder why they don't make bubbles for showers but I'm not sure that's possible. I wish it was...

Reluctantly turning the handle I felt the cold charging at my skin like a mini, invisible army. Quickly getting out, I nearly tripped on the edge and fell but I held on the the bar next to the shower. Reaching out I grabbed my blue towel. My evil dad took my yellow towel like, what hell, dude? That's my favorite towel.

Walking out, I looked on my bed and there was Willow with her phone. How did she get in?

"Hey Will," I said casually trying hard to not let my suspicious tone show. Talk about awkawrd, her on my bed and me naked under my towel. Going to my drawer I grabbed a pair of pink lacy underwear and a black bra but not before grabbing my a plain shirt and some basketball shorts. Now thinking, weren't those my Converse?

Laughing. It was laughing that made me spin on my heel and walk toward my bed.

The Case. It was the case that made me realize it was not her phone, it was mine.

Contact. It was the contact that made me slap my phone on the ground and realize that she was reading Jake and my conversation. Jake

Dropping down quickly to see if I had cracked my phone on the wooden floor i stood up abruptly and straightened my shorts as though they were a skirt.