--Ashley's thoughts are in italics--

“Hey there beautiful.”, a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Ashley’s smiling face. Instantly a huge smile spread across my face, she was absolutely infectious. She looks amazing today, as always. Standing there dressed in a cut off Pink Floyd tee, my eyes traveled down to her deliciously toned stomach to a pair of ripped jeans that looked as if they had been painted on. Ummm..yummy. I heard her chuckle as she sat down beside me..oh how long was I checking her out? I so just got caught too! I ducked my head a bit, making her laugh again. “How was class, Ash?”, my eyes still cast down on the sketchbook in my lap. I glanced up, seeing her smile and shake her head at my attempt to dig myself out of the hole I was in. “Annoying..it is frustrating going over the same thing over and over again. I mean I learned my scales when I was seven. I hate that some people think they get away with not even trying, people are so lazy sometimes.”, she sighed. “I’m sorry Ash.”, I said looking over at her concerned, I hated to see her upset. “You’re so cute..”, she said with a smile. Que my blush..she always does that! “So, cheer me up. What is it that you are working on, there?”, she asked pointing to my book.