Ashley was very grateful for her childhood, do not get her wrong.

She had a lot of friends, and at least half of them cared about her in a genuine way. She has never known a life of poverty or a life where she wasn’t given what she wanted. She would never say anything ungrateful. She is spoiled.

That being said, she wished she had lived her teenage years more.

Shopping was fun, sure. So was dressing up and taking her friends to fancy restaurants. Buying ridiculously expensive jewelry never failed her either.

But she never snuck out or went to a party. She never made out with a loser in the back of their pickup truck or got high on the beach with her friends. She could have, really. She was invited to everything while in high school. She just feared her reputation as the president’s daughter.

Then, you came along. A stoner, party-driven, college girl. Ashley was attached immediately. She wanted to live what you did, wanted the memories you were making. She was lucky you let her cling to you like she did, and you took her to parties, introduced her to jello shots, then you wouldn’t let her have a 4th jello shot. You were a perfect mess. She loved it.

She currently stood outside the door to your small apartment, knocking. She wanted to go to another party, and if you were home? She had a pretty good chance of you taking her to one you knew of.