Ashley was pissed. The thing that made it even worse is that he was pissed at me.
So what? I mean there isn't any harm in talking to my ex girlfriend is there? Well he seems to think there is. He says you don't do that. It could be basically cheating.
Yeah, did I forget to mention Ash and I are kind of dating? We are, and I don't know what to do. He's never been pissed at me.
We'd gotten into an argument over two hours ago, and he hasn't said a word since. How childish is that? Of course I didn't help the matter by blowing him a raspberry...
I walked back to the bunks. I peeked in Ashley's and he was out cold. I crawled in beside him. I snuggled up to his chest, and soon fell asleep myself.
I dreamed about Ashley. Every time I sleep he always finds a way into my dreams. Sometimes I wish he wouldn't. This is one of those times. All he did was yell at me. I couldn't make out what he was saying.
I woke up with a start, and Ash was propped up on his elbow.
"Hey." He whispered.
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blessed you out like that."
"Don't be, I should have told you I was talking to her before you had to find out like that."
"I shouldn't have went through your phone without you being there with me."
"Anyway, you want to know what she was helping me with?"
"Um..Sure? I thought she broke your heart..?"
"We've stayed distant friends. I really don't like her that much. She's kind of like that aunt everyone has and dreads seeing on Christmas."
"Ah. Well, what is it?"
I bit my lip and looked up at him. His chocolate brown eyes sparkling with wonder.
"As stupid as this may sound, I was actually asking how you buy an anniversary gift for a guy.."
Ashley started laughing loudly. A blush started creeping onto my face.
"Andy, I think you know what I would want."
"What would that be?"
"You." He said, kissing me.