This week has gone by in a total blur.  I can’t believe it’s already Friday.

I actually hadn’t been able to see Ashley much this week.  When the teachers found out we skipped, they were mad.  Since I haven’t been in trboule before, I mainly just got a verbal lashing in every class; Ashley, however, wasn’t so lucky.  She had what could only be described as "lengthy" record of delinquent behavior at King High and was thus sent to three days of sin school suspension.  This meant that I didn’t get to see her at all during the school day.  My parents have decided to become even more like the Brady Bunch with each passing day, and have had a "no friends-family bonding" type week where we’ve watched a movie or played a game after dinner.  The only times I’ve had with her are the car rides to and from school, which are painfully short.  However, I will say that it’s been a good way to start my day.  There haven’t really been any close calls like in the car when she unexpectedly climbed on top of me.  But, there have been plenty of times where I have caught her staring at me and vice versa.

I never pictured myself having feelings for a girl.  It’s not like I have a problem with it; I’ve been best friends with Ashley for the better part of a year now, so I’ve grown familiar to the whole scene, but I never allowed myself to consider that the intense friendship the two of us have could be something more. Ever since our day on the beach though, I’ve become more and more comfortable with the idea of it.

I can’t wait for tonight.  I can’t wait for our date.

"Spencer!  Dinner tonight at 6:30, mom suggested that you all invite a friend over.  So you want to call Ashley and have her over before you two go to Grey?"

I smiled to myself and called back to him, "Yeah, Dad!  Sounds great!"

I grabbed my phone and flipped it open, typing her a text message without looking.  

*Hey QT. Dnr w the Carlins? Here 630.*

Almost immediately, she replied.  *Snds Gr8.  More time w u. *