ASHLEY’S P.O.V.

School was now out and Spencer’s dad (Uncle Art) came to pick us up. We all live in a three story house. We so out number guys 4 to 1, I really don’t know how her dad survives with all the estrogen in the house. My mom says she met Aunt Paula and Uncle Art in college and they’ve been best friends ever since. Me and my mom live upstairs, I have my own room. Spencer’s room is on the second floor, her parents also live on that floor. When we were younger, Spencer use to climb upstairs and sneak into my room to sleep with me. She says it’s because she was scared of the dark and didn’t like being in a big room by herself. But she still sneaks in sometimes, not that I’m complaining. We’ve been best friends forever, I can’t remember not knowing Spencer.

Spencer: “Dad, mom said we could go to the mall later, since it is a Friday.”

Arthur: “So you two don’t want to go to the park today?” Spencer and I look at each other. We usually go to the park almost every Friday.

Ashley: “Well…can we do both?”

Spencer: “Yea, could we go to the park first then the mall later?” Spencer and I crossed our fingers, waiting for an answer.

Arthur: “Ok, I’ll just take you to the park from here.” we both sigh in relief. We get to the park.

Arthur: “One hour you guys.” he yells as we run off to the swings.

We get to the swings and there’s only one left. Spencer takes the free swing. There’s this boy named Timmy next to her.

Ashley: “Hey Timmy, are you almost done on there?”

Timmy: “No, get your own.” I look at Spencer, she hasn’t started swinging yet.

Spencer: “Please Timmy.” she says innocently.

Timmy: “Ok.” he says smiling at her. Guh! I hate this kid. He gets off the swing and I sit.

Ashley: “Thanks Spence.” I say smiling. She nods.

Spencer: “I bet I can swing higher than you.”

Ashley: “You’re on.” I say competitively. We start swinging.

Spencer knows I’m the better swinger, but she likes to do this because I always let her win. I actually swing slow to watch her. To see her hair flow in the wind. The excitement on her face as she goes higher and higher. For some reason, I don’t know, it makes me happy.