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    We're Going Down – (Chapter: All I Wanted Was You)

    Story written on March 27, 2010 by ffslash.
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    She was always in my dreams. I couldn’t do anything about it.

    I didn’t see Ashley much the next few days. Other than the classes we had together she seemed to completely avoid me. We would make small talk in science and English, the two classes we shared, but other than that there was no communication between us. The first day it made me angry because I couldn’t figure out what her problem was. By day five I had accepted the fact that she wasn’t worth my time. At least that’s what I told everyone. Inside I was screaming at myself for caring so much about this stupid girl that didn’t give me the time of day.

    As much as I hated it, I caught myself watching her. I would see her in the library and strain to see what book she was reading. I watched her work in science, concentrating on getting our chemistry problems right. My favorite part of the day though was English. We were working on poetry and she could write a poem faster and better than anyone I’d ever known. We had to read a poem that we picked out or wrote every Friday and I would always be so drawn into her words. She almost always picked Tennyson poems, and they were always sad. The way she would read and interpret her poems was amazing, she could make me feel like I was the one she was reading to.

    I felt like a stalker. After a few weeks I thought this would go away but it only got worse. I began to long for the times when I got to see Ashley and say a few brief words to her. They were my favorite parts of the day. I knew this wasn’t healthy and I knew eventually my friends would start seeing something was off with me. So I decided to be the old me again. But even when I was out with a girl I always wanted it to be Ashley. Every kiss failed in comparison to hers. Every girl I was with made me long for her touch even more. I began to realize that it was pointless to even date.

    What really started to get to me was at night. She was always in my dreams. I couldn’t do anything about it. And I wasn’t having sex dreams about her either, it would be dreams of school, or of us at the beach. And I would wake up happy, until I realized I was only dreaming.

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    1. excellent. glad spence is gonna go over and pretty much make ash talk to her. they definitely need to. can’t wait to see what’s next, pms please!

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