Here we are, it’s our senior year, and this is our senior prom. God I’ve been waiting for this day for months and months and it’s finally here. It was about 12 in the afternoon and Ash and I were sitting at the quad for lunch. Ashley looked beautiful today as she always does. She was wearing my favorite outfit and it always made me go crazy when I saw how sexy she looked in it.

Ashley and I have been friends since freshman year. The minute I saw her I knew we would hit it off. She just had something about her that instantly drew me in…like…like…a moth to a flame. It was indescribable the moment I first gazed into her beautiful brown eyes, if I didn’t know better I could almost say it was like time just stopped and it was just me and her at that moment.

I was the new girl in town and Ashley had been here forever so she thought it would be nice to show me around. We spent hours and hours walking around King High, except we weren’t talking about the school. I learned more about Ashley Davis in 4 hours then I could have ever learned in 4 years. I don’t know what it was about her, but she intrigued me.

We eventually started hanging out more and more. I would go over to her house; she would come over to mine, either way we were with each other 24/7. Ashley was the only person I could trust in this school. Everything about her made me want to spill my soul out to her because I knew she would always be there. Soon my curiosity for the soft spoken rocker became an infatuation.

After 2 months all I did was eat, sleep, breathe, and think about Ashley. I knew it was wrong but I was developing a crush for my best friend. Every time I saw her it became difficult to control my heart rate or control my thoughts about everything and anything I could do to her body. I could barely have sleepovers with her because I wouldn’t sleep. I would just watch her sleep and wish I could just hold her in my arms.

That would never happen though. She was to perfect for me. The girl was a singer, musician, dancer, cheerleader, artist, and above all straight. She had the most pompous boyfriend in the world. He is a complete and total ass, especially to her. Yet she is still “in love with him”…yeah right. I knew she wasn’t in love with him just by the way she looked him. Those two are just a King High Fling.

Knowing that Aiden and Ashley were just a school fling, I’ve plotted for 2 years now how I’m going to tell her I’m in love with her. I mean it took me two years to confess to her that I like girls and not boys and she thought that was cool. She even helped me come out to my parents; she knows I’m in complete gratitude for that one.

This is a little bigger than that though, I mean can you imagine your best friend that you trust with everything confessing to you that they’ve been in love with you for four years. That’s some deep stuff if you ask me. My mind circles about tonight and Ashley until she snaps her fingers in my face.

Ashley: Spence are you ok? Snap the hell out of it!

Her fingers kept with their incessant snapping and no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on my thoughts I couldn’t help but comply with her demand.

Spencer: Kay I’m out!

Wow excuse the pun. She laughed and shook her head.

Ashley: Well we already know that. (She laughed) Anyway are you alright you’ve barely talked today in any of our classes…usually I can’t get you to shut up. (She says under her breath. My head snaps towards her)

Spencer: What was that last part Ms. Davies? (I said moving closer to her getting ready to tickle her)

Ashley: Nothing! (She smiled and moved back trying to avoid me tickling her)

Spencer: That’s what I thought! (I say proudly and smirk)