All These Years

Preface

Ashley's P.O.V.
2012

    "Hey, I got to go study Ash, byeee." Parker says tiredly.

     "M'kay, bye Parker." I say. I didn't have any cool nickname for Parker sadly, but I guess he never really needed one. Parker has lately been studying too much lately. As I turn around, to get my pajamas I hear voices through the phone.

     "Why are you even friends with the girl?" Said an unfamiliar voice. I start to walk back slowly to my phone on my light wooden desk. "I dunno man, I think it's only because my mom went to high school with her mom. If it wasn't for that I wouldn't be friends with her, she's nosy,  annoying, and can never get off my back." Parker said, in a slacked tone.

       My heart sinks. I'm really that nosy? "Okay good, 'cause I though you actually liked the girl." The unfamiliar voice laughs at what he had said. "Nah man, why would I like an obnoxious freak like her?" Parker pushes the topic away and starts about his first thoughts were for me. Quickly I pick up the phone so I didn't hear what else he has to say about me. I end the call.

     I swallow the lump in my throat. I really did think we were friends. Like real friends. Best friends. I guess not. Since that's what he thinks of me.

     I wake up and see Parker's text, "G'morning Ash, ready to walk to school?" I ignore it, although he already had texted it to me a repeated number of times, which I don't understand why, considering the fact I'm nosy, annoying, and an obnoxious freak in his image. The next one he said, "Omigosh, Ash please answer." But I don't. "I'm calling." Parker texted at once. My phone buzzes. And I press ignore. He calls again this time, seeming more urgent. I press ignore. I do that every minute, since he'd been calling so much.

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     On Wednesday, every Wednesday I went to my dad's house in Dallas. Today, since Parker and I are no longer friends, I requested my dad to ask Parker for all my stuff back.  Parker answered the door, his eyes and cheeks red around the areas he cried in, looking an exhausted wreck indeed. Parker brings out a box. A quite moderate sized one.  It labeled, "Ash's stuff." My dad comes in placing the box in my lap. "He really misses you. He regrets whatever he did. And I think he's serious." I shrug dismissively, "Yeah, yeah, you wouldn't understand." Then we drove off.

     "Are you sure you want to do this, Ashlynn Marie Jones?" My mom addressed me, testing my every move. "Anything to stop it." I say solemnly, and sure enough, she did it.