a terrible finish to a horrible evening.
*phone rings*
(ashley just deleted shane from her phone)
an unknown number shows up
hmm 667-9973...who's this?
*answers phone before the number registers*
*it registers* FUCK!....
ashley - Hello?
boy - is ashley there?
ashley - speaking. who's this?
boy - hold on i can't hear you.
ashley - ok
boy - hello?
ashley - yes, who's this?
boy - shane.
ashley - oh, hi, it's ashley
shane - hey, what are you doin?
ashley - waiting for my dad.
shane - oh, well hey, do you think i could ...get my hat back?
ashley - yes, i'm supposed to be mailing it tomorrow.
shane - you're mailing it to me?
ashley - yes.
shane - you know my address?
ashley - yes. you gave it to me.
shane - i did?
ashley - yes.
shane - oh. what is it?
ashley - idk. it's written down in my room
shane - haha it's "blah blah blah"
ashley - ok.
shane - so are you going to anymore GPA conferences?
ashley - no. i don't think so.
shane - oh why?
ashley - b/c our clubs stupid and i don't much like our sponsor this year.
shane - aw, that means we won't see each other.
ashley - no. i guess not.
ashley - look i've got homework so i'll have to talk with you later.
--bye--