All These Years

Chapter 1

Ashley's P.O.V.
2014- January 2nd
It's been like 2 years since Parker and I talked, 2 years since I disconnected my phone number, 2 years since the 'incident.' I admit, I miss his company. Whoever was with him on the line of that call, I hate too, he was the reason. Dates a girl named Emma, who's way too popular for my likings.

I've made friends but none have ever been as close as Parker and I once were. Like Chrissy, Josh, Tanner, and Andy. Chrissy and I are closer than Josh, Tanner, amd Andy. Chrissy has dyed red velvet hair brown eyes and olive skin. Josh has light brown hair, hazel blue eyes and tannish- pale skin, Chrissy insists on us to date but that's a little weird because we're really close too. Tanner has black hair, that he always puts in a quiff and has black button eyes. He dates Andy- they've dated for 2 years- and he is quite a mystery to unlock. Andy is a girl with dyed ombre hair, green-blue eyes. The perky one out of all of us. Chrissy is the sassy one, I'm the kind one, Josh is the shy one, Tanner is the mysterious one. I enter the college back from the winter break. I got new classes since I kinda sorta wanted to change them.

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Parker's P.O.V.

It's been 2 years since we've talked. And it's all my fault. I was just trying to impress a guy who I tried to get along with because he disliked me. If only I told him Ashley was my closest friend. So anyway, I'm dating this girl named Emma who is really rich and pretty. But not as pretty as Ashley. And recently like a month ago, I made yet another YouTube account. Called Mineplexofficial. For Johnny Lopes; aka Defek7 and staff of Mineplex.

I met John through his wife, who was also into acting. He offered me to move to L.A. and I agreed and I had to move back, sadly.

The guy I was trying to impress was Zach. He was friends with my newly befriended friend I made named John, like I said earlier, Defek7. He came over because John scheduled it and together we started bad mouthing Ashley. I hated every word that spat out of my mouth, and his too. I wanted to take them back and say sorry. But this, I already knew was unforgivable. Liam, had cheered me up, which is one reason why we are so close.

As I walk into the college, back from the new winter break. I got new classes. I go to the office and grab my newly made schedule. As I stare blankly at the paper while walking I bump into someone. I exclaim, "Whoops!" Unaware who it was. It was Chrissy. Ashley's best friend. She gives me a dirty look and I slouch down a bit. She was wearing volleyball shorts and a sweatshirt. She walks briskly past me and I just watch her go down the hall. I go to the room and put my notebooks and stuff on the ground beside me.

I had decent grades, you could say that. I liked (more like love) acting, and I am not afraid of being who I am. But what I am afraid of is Ashley. Not Ashley herself but what's left of the Ashley I knew. Would she still be the funny, dorky, sweet girl I knew before? Would we ever be able to puzzle back the peices?

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Ashley's P.O.V.

"Dude, I ran into Parker!" Chrissy says excitedly. I just put my eyebrows up, confused. "And...?" Chrissy jumps up into spacing, "AND, he's completely the same as he was before! That's a sign! That means he doesn't want to change until you watch him change!" I roll my eyes, "You only hear what you want to hear. Parker isn't a big fan of changing. He's 8 years old and a girl on the inside, and always has been while he's 19 and a boy on the outside." Chrissy scoffs. "He made a YouTube channel." This time I jerk my head to her, "What?!" Chris nods seriously. "Yep. What'd ya gotta say about that?" I shrug recovering, pretending to not be as excited as I was.

"It's not THAT big of a deal. It's not like he's gonna have like 100,000 subs or more." Parker's chance of getting famous on YouTube were low since so much people have channels.

"Check it out for me will you?" Chrissy asked. I sighed, "One day..." then I walk to the hall opposite of her to get to my class.

I get in the class and no surprise, I'm the first one in. I look at the board and find my assigned seat. I take it and place the textbooks, notebooks, nd pencils I have for this class.

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Parker's P.O.V.
Afterschool

I drive home in silence, listening to the radio. What shall I do for a video today?...

When I arrive home, I scroll through the comments. A lot of people were asking for Bridges. So, to please the viewers, I do.

I had an amazing game, but guess what? I forgot to record! And I had diamonds in matter of minutes! But the next one was similar, got diamonds quickly and won too! (Is actually a real video) As I finish rendering the video, I watch it upload and get a call from Emma, my girlfriend.

Emma, she was popular, she has cheated on me more than once. But we always seem to come back to each other. We always fight, because she comes to me drunk momentarily. She had light brown hair dyed cyan tips, and a daring brown eye color, unlike mine; a friendly blue-green mixture.

"Hey, I'm having a party like next week, or so, come?" She asks.

"Of course! Out of anything, I'd love to!" I say positively, although I really didn't eant to, but last time I said no she ignored me for a full 2 weeks.

"Starts at 6, come early." She says solemnly, and hangs up.

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Ashley's P.O.V.

"Please! Can we please go to Emma's party? Please please please please pleasssse?" Chrissy asked menacingly through the phone. I had no problem going, except for the fact Parker dates Emma and the chances of him going were 98%, the other 2% are on his 'studying' he claims to do all the time, like that one day when he said he as going to study, and the other percent on his YouTubing. I shush Chrissy. "Fine!" I push my light brown hair out of my face and look under my bed, a place where some things I've kept from Parker are hidden. Like his beanie, a white horse toy, a shirt he left when he slept over and a hoodie he left on Christmas Eve, and so much more that I couldn't count it all.

"I got to go Chrissy, I'll talk to you later." I say hanging up reaching for a dusty journal at the very deep part under my bed. I open it. It's the journal I had when I had a crush on Parker. 2 years before the phone call, 2 years before we didn't talk, age 17. I had pictures I had illustrated myself. Ship names, and mixed last names. Even stories. I kept on flipping through. My mind remembering writing and drawing each entry, each page, each word, each doodle, each scribble.

But that's over now.

We don't speak.

Why start now?