Fiona

When Ash and I finally left the book shop the sun was setting.

"Damn!" Ash said while admiring the sunset. "That's beautiful"

"Yeah," I said because I had nothing else to say.

I watched him look at the sunset, I thought he was more interesting. The sun was making parts of his hair golden. His eyes, that were usually a light blue almost gray color, were now more like fire. His smile was as natural as breathing. I could get used to that smile.

If this was a fairy tale, he would have kissed me or I would have him but sadly life is not one, at least not when we are awake. When we aren't anything can happen. I wish life were a dream. If it was we would be riding off into the sunset on a fucking unicorn right now. My unicorn fantasy was disturbed by Ash calling my name.

"Fiona?" he said and I turned away so he wouldn't know I was staring at him.

"Yeah," I say, still looking at the sunset.

"You ready to go?"

"Where?"

"My house... so we can work on the project,"

"Yeah, let's go" I walked to the car with my hand clutching the book we bought. As we are driving I am dreading going to his house. What if I have to go into his room or meet his parents?

When we get to his house, it's raining. But my hair is not my current concern right now, for once. His house is FREAKING HUGE. Like I'm talking MTV's "Welcome To My Crib" HUGE.

"You want to want to wait out the rain or run through it? Or I could carry you? Fiona?"

"You never told me you were flipping loaded,"

"That's a really hard subject to bring up. What was I supposed to say 'Hi, Fiona. I'm Ash, also I'm rich,'" he says sarcastically. I turn to look out the window. I watch as the rain droplets go down the sides of the car. I think he might be mad at me. After a few moments later he says:

"Does it matter?"

"No,"

"Well then come on," he says and opens his car door. He runs around to my side of the car and opens it up and I hop out. My leg doesn't hurt as much as it did before but when I run it hurts. Ash puts his hand under my knees and back and lifts me up.

"I better not fall," I say and grab the bag of books. Then I close his car door with my foot, cause I'm classy.

"No promises," he says while running to the door. He puts me down to open the door. He takes a while to get it open.

"First time opening doors," I say and laugh at him. "Finally!" I say when he opens the door.

"You're so impatient," he says smiling.

"I am not," I say smiling back. "Your hair is a mess," I say. He shakes his head like a dog. I block my face with my hands and start giggling.

"Is this your girlfriend?" says a man leaning against a door frame. He has a salt and pepper hair and light blue eyes just like Ash. He is wearing a blue button down shirt with black pants. He has big rimed glasses resting on his nose.

"Oh, Dad, erm, this is Fiona my, um, friend from school. We are doing a project for English class together. Fiona, this is my Dad."

"Hi, nice to meet you," I extend my hand. I feel like my heart is going to jump out my mouth and run around the house screaming. He shakes my hand and after a few moments Ash says:

"Well we'll be in my room if you need me,"

His pats him on the back and smiles while saying:

"Have fun," he winks. "Don't get anybody pregnant!" I blush and snort at his comment. Then Ash takes my hand and I feel like I'm about to jump out my skin. He leads me to his bedroom and only lets go of my hand to open the door and turn on the lights. I walk in first.

His room is FLIPPING AWSOME! His walls are lined with shelves with books. He has a dresser lined with picture frames and a big blue couch that is facing a T.V. He also has a gramophone, which is that thing that plays records.

"You have a gramophone! Look at all these shelves!" I go on my tippy toes and reach for one his books. "Harry Potter? Which house are you in?"

"Hufflepuff,"

"Okay, you can live," I say smiling. He smiles back.

"Hey, did you want any clothes?" he says while looks at my soaking wet clothes and hair.

"Yeah." He tosses me a T-shirt with a pair of shorts.

"The bathroom is right there" he points to the white door in his room. "That is the smallest T-shirt I own. I know it's not the most flattering,"

"Just my style,"