"You parents are calling your phone." I say.

"Shit!" She turns off the shower and opens the curtain a little and grabs the phone. "Hello?" she answers.

"Uhm, yeah." a long pause. "I know, dad, I’m sorry." A long pause, but she starts to smile. "Really?" She looks at me now and mouths ‘It’s fine’ before she goes back to her conversation. "Thanks dad, I love you too………….. bye." She squeels once she hangs up and grabs her towel. She wraps herself in it and gets out.

"My parents said that they don’t care that I left, just next time I better leave a note. They said if I want I can stay here another night," then she pushes me against the bathroom door and kisses me.

When she pulls away I sqeel myself and hug her. "Does this mean that your parents are finally okay with us being and ‘us’?"

"Well, my dad was always fine with it. My mom was furious, but she says that she can’t change me, and she sees now it’s not a phase." I smile, and see the happiness in her eyes.

"Now, can I get changed?" I folded my arms and gestured for her to go ahead. "Ashley!" she says and I don’t budge.

"Nope, you can change with me here." I smile at her and she pulls me to her and starts to kiss me. Next thing I know I’m shoved back and out the door. She closes it in my face and I laugh.

She’s learning quick how to get her way with me. I can never focus on anything other than her in moments like those. I go and get on my computer while I wait for her to come out.

"So whatcha doing?" she asks.

At first I just ignore her, and pretend I’m angry.

"Oh, come on. It’s not my fault you’re slow." she kids.

I look up at her with a fake anger face. She laughs and shakes her head. "Nope, I know you’re faking."

"Ugh! That’s not fair! You know me to well now." I pout and she kneels by me.

She pulls my head down to her and kisses me. When she pulls away she pulls me ontop of her on the floor. "I know you in a lot of different ways." I raise my eyebrows and question her with an ‘oh do you’ look. She pulls me down to kiss her again, and this time I control the kiss, breaking it only to move down to her neck and nibble right above her collar bone.

"I love you," she says as she moans.

I pull my head away to look her in the eyes. I smile and bite her bottom lip before saying it back. She pulls me down again into a kiss and this time she’s the one controling it.

And now I know the exact word for what I feel when I’m with her…… perfect. Perfection is only met when one person can see another as perfect. I see her as that, and so she is the deffinition of perfection. In turn, it makes me feel like I am perfectly happy. Nothing can ruin this. Not even the stupid things I do.