《smoke with me? (girlxgirl)》chapter 17.
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I get up as well and put my panties on again and throw her oversized shirt on. I love it, it smells like her. That's when I hear Ashlyn talk very madly in the other room. "Mom you were gone for 2 months! And now you decide to come back here? Are you kidding me?!" I hear her scream. Oh. Her mom. "You know what, do whatever you want. I don't care anymore. I'm not gonna bother anymore, mom. You messed up." I hear her say with a sad tone before opening the door and coming back into her room. She closes the door and looks at me. I see the tears in her eyes. She slides down the door and bursts into tears. I walk to her and sit next to her. I take her in my arms and comfort her. Not with any words. Just by being there for her. "Why did she even come back here." I hear her whisper on my shoulder.
I look at her and put some of her hair behind her ears. We're still in the same position we were in 10 minutes ago. Back against the door, her head on my shoulder. "Let's go have a smoke mhm?" I ask her softly. She nods, "Do you mind if we smoke inside? I don't wanna go outside.." she asks me. I nod. "Where are your cigarettes?" I ask her. She points to her bag in the corner of her room. I walk to the bag and search for the cigarettes. I've never seen inside her bag, but shit this is messy. This makes chuckle. She looks at me curiously. "It really is a mess." I tell her. She chuckles, "Yeah it is." she agrees. I finally find the cigarettes and walk back to Ashlyn. I sit next to her again. I grab a cigarette for her out of the package and put it in between her lips. I grab the lighter and light it for her. Before getting myself one and lighting it. We both sigh, relaxing after having a hit. I grab the hand she is not using to smoke and intertwine our fingers. I look at her. "Ash." She looks at me. "I'm here. It's gonna be okay. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." I tell her looking into her eyes. This makes her smile. "Thank you Tory." She leans her head on my shoulder again.
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Waking up in Ashlyns arms, I look at her. She's still sleeping. She's so angelic. I push some of her hair away to reveal more of her face. That's when she opens her eyes. "Hi." she tells me softly. I smile at her cute voice. "Hi Ash." "Do we really have to go to school today?" she asks me with those puppy eyes that melt my heart. "Ashlyn. We are going to school." I say. She groans. I push the blanket off of my body and stand up. "How can you have so much energy in the morning?" she asks me. I shrug. Before grabbing the school uniform that was still laying on the ground from yesterdays events. I take Ashlyns oversized shirt off and put it on the bed. I notice Ashlyn is watching me. I turn around to give her a view of me in my bra and panties. I smirk. "Tory. Why are you doing this to me?" she groans. "You're beautiful." she tells me. "Come here." she motions for me to come back to bed. I do what she says and she immediately turns us around so that she's on top of me. "If we didn't get distracted yesterday, we could have finished what we were doing." she whispers in my ear giving me shivers. "So what do you say we go on now?" she starts kissing my neck. "I would love that Ash, but.." I stop my sentence as she sucks the spot I love the most. "We have to go Ash." I say, although I really don't want to. I would love to continue this. She stops and gives my lips a peck, before saying "Okay then." She stands up from the bed, leaving me with my mouth hanging open. She smirks at me. "What's wrong goodie two shoes, you wanted to go to school." she says. I groan. And stand up as well. I finally put my school uniform on.
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Yes, we're late again. Because Ashlyn was getting ready very slow. We actually didn't see her mom, maybe she was still asleep? Walking hand in hand to school, we don't even bother running, since we're already very late.
We walk into the classroom 15 minutes too late. Ms. Miller looks at us. "Girls. Again?" she asks madly. We say nothing. "Let me guess, you had a sleepover again?" she says rolling her eyes. Ashlyn nods confirming what the teacher already thought. "Sit down before I get mad." she tells us not even looking at us. I hear Ashlyn say loud enough for only me to hear, "You're already mad but okay." I chuckle at this.
We're holding each others hand under the table again. It makes it harder to focus, but do I care? No. Ashlyn shoves a note my way again. I smile. She's cute. I open the note and read it. 'Hi.' it says just like the last time. 'Hi.' I write back and give the note back to her. She writes something before giving it back. 'Your hand is very soft. I like it.' I try to contain my smile. 'Your hand is very soft as well. You know what else is soft?' I write back. 'What?' she writes. 'Your lips.' I give her the note back after writing this. I see her trying to contain a smile as well. 'You wanna know what I think is soft as well?' she writes on the note. 'What?' I answer on paper. 'The skin all over your body. I wish I could kiss every inch of your body again.' she writes referring to yesterday. This makes me blush. I wish that could happen right now too, that's what I think. So I decide to write that on the paper as well. As she reads what I wrote, I see her smirk. That's when the note suddenly gets grabbed from Ashlyns hands. We look behind us and see Ms. Miller with the note in her hand. She walks to her desk with the note in her hand. I groan. But then I realise what the note actually says. "Shit." I whisper. Ashlyn looks at me with the same worry in her eyes.
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