"She’s good."  She smiles.

"Yeah."  I really wanted to change the subject.  "Do you have the Rockband game?"

"Yes.  I wouldn’t take you as the type to play Rockband though."  She smiles, and I just realzed how pretty she is.  "For your boyfriend?"  She asks as she picks it up.

"Um, no.  Brother."  I smile.  I hate how I casually have to tell people I’m gay.

"Oh, so no boyfriend?"  She ask me.

"Um, no."  I say shakily.  Some people don’t take this to well.

"Well are you dating anyone?"  She asks, and I think she got the hint.

"No.  Well, not really."  I smile at her as I look down and see my face plastered on the front of a magazine.

"Well you should have dinner with me tonight."  She smiles.

As I’m about to answer two girls run up to me.  "Spencer, what do you think Ashley wants for Christmas?  I really want to get her something nice since I’m going to her concert in a few days."  The little girl smiles.

"She loves stuff from the fans.  She’d like anything you got her."  I smile at them.

"Do you know what size shirt she wears?"  They both ask.

"Usually a small."  I smile.

"Thank you."  They both run off.  I turn back to the girl at the counter with a "I’m sorry" look on my face.

"So, what was that about?"  She ask before I can tell her.

"Um.  We’ll, here is my number."  I lay the magazine from infront of me on the counter.  "Read this, and you can deside if you still want to call me."  I say this, and I leave the store.

Twenty minutes later I’m in Victoria Secret looking for something for Ashley, my phone rings.  "Hello?"  I say.

"So, you’re Spencer Carlin."  It’s the girl from the CD store.

"Yes, I am.  And, you are?"  I ask.

"Carmen."  She replies.  "So, how about you tell me where you live, and I’ll pick you up at seven?"  She says.

"Ok."  I tell her where I live as I’m still looking through things for Ashley.  I hang up the phone with her.

My mind is running one hundred miles a minute.  What do I do?  These outfits are so sexy, and I am damn sure they’d look so good on Ashley.  I don’t see anything wrong with getting her one of these.  Possibly going on a little sexcapade with her wouldn’t be that bad.  It’s been a while with her, and it’s been a while for me in general.  Today’s Friday.  Maybe I’ll ask her to come over tomorrow night.  Yeah, that’ll be good.  Wait?  This morning I said I thought I was over it.  Yeah, right, Carlin.  You’ll never be over it.  I go to the register and hang the lady the barely there clothing item.