Seeing her sitting there on her skateboard with a cigarette in her hand, makes all the worries in my mind immediately go away.

There she is again. I stand there frozen, looking at her. That's when she turns her head my direction and we start a staring competition for the millionth time. For some reason her eyes make me feel safe. Whenever I look into those green eyes, I forget every single worry on my mind. I get out of my trance of looking into her eyes when she waves her hand in my direction, gesturing for me to come to her.

"So goodie two shoes really is following me, huh?" she says sarcastically. "Ofcourse, I'm such a stalker." I tell her with a mocking tone. Then a silence follows, but again it's a comfortable silence. I've never liked silences, because they just always seem to be awkward. But with Ashlyn it never feels like that. She again raises her cigarette towards my way to ask if I want some. I shake my head, and she takes a hit of the cigarette in her hand. Now that I'm looking at her hand, I seem to notice how beautiful I find her hands. Black painted nails and some big rings around her finger. "What you looking at?" she stares at me. "Oh nothing." I look away. She hums amusingly.

We sit here just enjoying each others company for a couple more minutes. At least I'm enjoying her company. I mean she did give up half of the space on her skateboard for me to sit on, so does she also enjoy my company? "What are you thinking about, Tory?" Tory. She has never said my name. Although I love how my name rolls of her tongue. It's unlike anyone else has ever said it. So delicate, so beautiful yet so soft. I notice she's still waiting for an answer, "Don't worry about it, I just thought your nails looked cool." I tell her with a tiny smile. "Want me to paint yours?" she asks, which makes me look at her. "Now?" I ask. "Yes, I have the nail polish in my bag." "Sure" I say. I haven't painted my nails since my mom died. My mom and I would always paint our nails together. It hasn't felt right to paint my nails ever since, but for some reason it feels right when I'm with her. Ashlyn. I only now realise how many things I actually gave up since my mom died. I see Ashlyn looking through her bag to find the nail polish. That's when I feel the skateboard shake and I look to my side to find Ashlyn laying on the ground. She looks at me with a smile. "I fell." "Yes I can see that." And we both start to laugh. She is the only person lately that makes me genuinely laugh. She lets out a gasp, "I found it!". I look at her with a smile, "That took awhile." she giggles. Oh god, she's so cute. She looked at me for a few seconds before letting out a small smile and going back to her nail polish. Why did she look at me like that? Oh no, don't tell me I just said that out loud again.

"Put your hands on your knees." Ashlyn says as she is now fully focusing on painting my nails. I'm sitting on the skateboard, while she sits infront of me so she can access my nails better. She looks really beautiful when she's focused. Her wavy brown hair slowly moving in the spring breeze. I shiver a little, it's not cold just a little chilly with the breeze directly in our direction. She looks up at me, "You're cold?". "No, I'm okay." I lie. "You're shivering." she states the truth. Looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I just flash her a tiny smile. "My jacket is next to you." I turn my head to my side. "I'm okay." I tell her. "No, you're not. Just put on the jacket." she says seriously. I hum and grab the jacket from beside me. I put it on, it smells like her. "Thank you." I say softly. "Mhm." she hums.

"All done." she smiles proudly of what she did on my nails. I look down at them and see my nails painted black. She's very good, I don't see any imperfections. "That looks great, thanks." I thank her with a smile. She just send me a smile in return. "Give me your right hand." she says. I look at her questioning why she wants my right hand. "Just give it, Tory." she says rolling her eyes. So I put up my right hand. Wondering what she's gonna do, she grabs my hand and starts to blow on it. I understand now. She just wanted to blow on the wet nail polish. She blows on my nails for a minute until she asks me for my other hand. And so she does the same on the other hand.

"Now you just need some cool rings." she says, studying my hands. I grin. She pulls one of her rings of her fingers and grabs my hand. She tries to fit it around the ring finger, but it seems to be too big. So she tries my middle finger, and it fits perfectly. She smiles, "There, your first cool ring." I look at it in awe. It's really beautiful. It has a beautiful design. It has a little stone in it as well. I look at her with a smile, "It's beautiful." "You can keep it." I look at her, "Really?". "Yeah." she smiles. "Thank you, Ashlyn." That surprised me, I've never said her name out loud before. And it seemed to surprise her too. "Don't worry about it, Tory." she gives me a comforting smile.

Laying in bed, it's now 4:30 am. I was with Ashlyn for a long time. Staring at the beautiful ring that belonged to Ashlyn and is now mine gives me butterflies in my stomach. It really is beautiful. I really like my nails painted black. I've never had them painted black, but now that I do. I absolutely love it. My nails make me want to change me style completely, or is it because of her?