tell_a_tale_mod (tell_a_tale_mod) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2007-10-08 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ashleigh barton, emma daly, player: crystal |
Original poster: talks_to_water
Who: Ashleigh and Emma
What: Ashleigh eavesdropping on Emma's phone conversation
Where: their dorm building
When: Tuesday, October 9, 2007 - morning
Rating: PG
Status: Narrative. Complete.
New Orleans had been a blast but Ashleigh was so glad to be home. She'd missed Sam, Rissa, both of the Ed's, Tommy, Ellie... she'd missed all of her Boston people.
As promised, Ed and had picked her up after her flight had gotten in. It had taken quite a bit of composure on her part but she'd managed not to attack him right there in the middle of the airport.
Things were good...
Classes were at their normal Tuesday schedules. She'd been home for less than twenty-four hours and she'd already managed to set up a breakfast date with Sam. She had plans to spend time with Ed and his friend Matt later in the day. Yeah... things were good.
At least, she thought they were.
She was on her way out of her dorm, making her way through the commons area that she and her roommate shared with Ellie and Emma, when she heard a voice...
"Yeah. I spent Sunday night with Ed McMillan. He was amazing... seriously. The way he moves, the way he smells... no no, it's better than anything you can imagine."
Ashleigh knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but she couldn't quite help herself. Emma (or a girl that sounded a lot like her) had, apparently, spent the night with Ed... her Ed. Not that he was her Ed; they weren't exclusive but she had definitely acted as if she was taken when she was off in New Orleans.
"Yeah. Tonight. There's another party and I'm planning to see him there."
That was when she quit listening. Ed wasn't hers. If he had spend Sunday night with this girl (who was hot and a cheerleader) she had no right to care. She also didn't have a right to care if he was spending tonight with her as well. It was really none of her business.
Of course, that fact didn't stop it from stinging a little.
Well, she'd just go to breakfast and not think about it any more.