"What one are you looking for?" I ask as we stroll up and down the aisles of movies at the video rental store.
"I don’t know yet. Something scary," Ashley shrugs.
"Whhhhyyy?" I whine. "Why does it have to be scary?"
"Hey! You made me watch P.S. I Love You. I scratch your back you scratch mine."
"I didn’t scratch your back. I made you watch a movie."
"It’s a figure of speech, Spencer," she says.
"I know that, Ashley."
"Good. Then you also know that we are getting a scary movie and that’s that."
"Can’t we watch a comedy or something?" I beg.
"We could, but then I wouldn’t be happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?" she asks sweetly, batting her eyelashes.
"You suck," I say.

We continue to walk up and down each aisle of movies, passing right past the romance section, to my dismay. We stop at horror. Great.
"How about this one?" Ashley says, pulling out The Grudge.
"No way in hell am I watching that," I shudder looking at the creepy cover of the DVD.
"Okay…this one?" she puts it back and pulls out Dawn of the Dead.
"Zombies aren’t really my thing," I answer.
"You’re impossible. What about this one?" she pulls out Halloween.
"Okay. Fine," I say flatly. She kisses my cheek and smiles, and I couldn’t help smiling back if I tried.

We walk up to the front.
"Last name?" the employee asks.
"Davies."
"First name?"
"Ashley."
"That’s $2.50."
Ashley pays and we get in her car to drive home. I stare at her as she drives. Why do I always have to stare at her? She’s just so beautiful, her hair brown and curly, her skin tan, her stomach flat.

"I know I’m hot, but you don’t always have to stare. I’m not going anywhere," she looks at me, grinning.
"Well I would hope not," I say. Her right hand leaves the wheel and she places it on my thigh. Her fingers begin walking up my thigh and under my skirt. "Ashley!" I say. She’s grinning widely now, very pleased with herself.
"You know you want it," she smirks. Duh.
"You are too full of yourself. I don’t always want to have sex with you."
"If you say so," she says, moving her hand from my thigh to my hand. "That better?" Not really.
"Yeah."

We pull up in her driveway and get out of the car. She smacks my ass as I walk in the door to her house. I turn around and she has that grin again. I just laugh and keep walking. We walk past her living room and I throw the movie on the couch, continuing to the kitchen.
"You hungry?" Ashley asks as we reach the kitchen.
"Hmm…not really. Maybe just some popcorn?"
"K," she says, going to a cabinet and pulling out a box of popcorn. She takes a package out and puts it in the microwave. I come up behind her and put my arms around her waist. She puts her arms over mine and I kiss her shoulder. Her hair smells amazing. She turns around and I lift her up onto the counter, her legs wrapping around me. She pulls me in and kisses me, gliding her tongue over my bottom lip. Then the microwave beeps. Damn it.