Chapter 12- Mumbling Truths

Chapter 12 - Mumbling Truths

Kim's POV

Waking up to the sunny Saturday daylight, I felt fully rested. Opening my eyes fully, I remembered that I was in Asher's room. I turn around in his bed not finding him there; his side of the bed empty with messy sheets. I sit up just in time as his door cracks open, in walks Asher with two mugs, hopefully filled with perfectly brewed coffee.

"Sleeping beauty has risen!" Ash cries, out with a laugh, shutting the door behind him with his foot.

"Is that coffee for me?" I ask, already stretching out my hand to grab it even if it wasn't. Obviously, it definitely has to be for me.

"No. This is for my girlfriend. Screwed her last night while you were sleeping, she's in the shower now," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Don't mess with me," I mumbled, "Too early in the morning." As in almost ten o'clock too early in the morning.

He chuckles lightly, handing me the mug and kissing my cheek. "Good morning by the way."

"It is now," I said sipping my mug, "Thank you."

He takes a seat on his bed beside me as I comfortably scoot closer to him so I could rest my head on his shoulder. He turns on the TV and I take a few more sips of my coffee before I really feel awake. I stretch over to the bedside table and grab my phone, finding two messages: one from Katie and the other from Spencer. I smiled and answered the one from Spencer first, putting my mug down to type faster.

"Who you texting?" Asher asked, his eyes still glued to the TV.

"Spencer," I said with a wide smile.

"Didn't you just see him last night?" he questioned, a little annoyance lacing his voice.

"Yeah, so? I saw you last night didn't I?" I point out with a smirk on my face. Ha, take that.

"Well that's different." Asher slightly stutters, "I'm Asher! He's.... Spencer." Changing his voice from excited to dull.

"And I'm Kimberly." I reply rhetorically, pressing send on my phone.

"No shit." He mutters, sipping his coffee.

"Sorry, I thought we were playing the name game." I comment back wittily. Waiting for Spencer's reply, I text Katie about my night with Spencer and how he kissed me! Ahh! I still can't believe he kissed me; twice! Once at the amusement park and another time when he dropped me off here at Asher's. Cloud nine girls, I was on cloud freakin' nine.

"What do you want to do today?" Ash asked, taking me out of my thoughts and changing the subject.

"I don't know," I reply, putting my phone down and taking a sip of my coffee. Old TV shows are my favorite things to watch in the morning. Can't get enough of Friends.

"Want to go to the beach?" he offers.

I laugh hysterically while trying not to spill my coffee. "You want to go to the beach? Are you crazy? It just snowed last night, and it's the middle of November!"

"It didn't snow, it frosted." Ash pointed out, "Fine, then. I'll take you somewhere else." He got off the bed and went to the bathroom so quick that I couldn't even ask him where we were going. I stood up, taking both of our mugs and bringing them down stairs to the kitchen sink to wash them. I also cleaned the kitchen a bit for Ash's mom since she's always at work too.

You would think the player of the school is some hot shot, filthy rich boy with a grand house and snobby parents. In reality Asher lives normally. He lives in a two story house with three bedrooms, a big backyard with plush green grass to run around in. A normal home, not some grand mansion, with butlers, maids and sport cars. A normal, little, suburban family home.

His dad is a business man who travels with... I don't know opportunities or something. He's not really around much. He's currently in Europe right now, and has been for a few months. Last I heard he only has a couple months until he comes back. His mom, Kelly, she's the nicest person ever; a really nice stylish mom, young, pretty, always happy. She has a salon and let me tell you, she's the best in town! And I'm not just saying that.

I turn around to leave the kitchen as Asher walks in looking... Sexy. His dark brown hair all tousled and still wet, you can practically see his abs and muscles outlining against his plain,white tee making his blue eyes sparkle...

Jesus Christ, Kimberly, what are you thinking about! Hello, best friend, member! Shaking away the thoughts, I spoke up. "So where are we going exactly?"

"You'll see. Go get changed," he orders, ushering me along.

"Where are your sisters? Are they going to come?" I asked, climbing slowly up the stairs.

He scrunched his face back up. "No. Why would they? They're just playing in their room. Don't worry; I'm not going to leave them home alone. I'll call the babysitter," he assures me.

Going up stairs, I take a quick shower, and change into my clothes that I've left here over the time. I got to start leaving more clothes here. Slipping on my light washed jeans and white blouse, I comb my hands through my hair and brush my teeth before skipping down the stairs. I find Ash on the couch with the TV on while texting.

"Ready!" I sing, jumping off the last step.

"Great, let's go," he states, walking out the house. Before I could ask where the babysitter is, right on cue, a tall brunette women in about her twenties comes walking up the drive way. Guessing she's the babysitter. I can tell why the keep her around, just look at the smile on Asher's face. Did he win the lottery or something?

"Hello Asher. Good morning," she greets, waving a hand to him.

"Morning, Brooke," he replies with his signature smile, showing his pearly whites.

She giggles, brushing past him, opening the door like she lives there. When we were safe in the car, I finally open my mouth, giggling first. "Screwing around with the pretty babysitter I see."

"What you mean?" Asher asks with the sudden question.

"I'm saying she's pretty, and she's young. You would defiantly tap that ass." I say in a joking way.

"So that indicates for me to fuck her?" Ash asks, confusion seeping through his voice like he didn't know what I was indicating.

"Well isn't that what you do?" I shoot back, as we turn the corner; leaving the neighborhood behind us.

He opens and closes his mouth, not being able to come up with an answer for a while. "I do it for a reason... Besides, she's like 40-"

"What? Heck no! She's like twenty-one tops!" I defend.

"So you're telling me that I should go screw her 'cause she's young and pretty? If that were the case, I would be screwing you over every night. "

I was about to answer when his answer shocked me, taking my breath right out of me. Did I just hear that correctly?! "Yeah- but- There's a difference, Asher. I'm your best friend. She's the babysitter. That's like a plot of a movie or book. Nanny screwing or crushing on the kid or vice versa. "

"That's not a good enough excuse. We could be fuck buddies. Best Friends with Benefits... "

"OK I'm stopping you right there! This is getting way off topic and awkward!" I say, putting my hands up to stop him.

"Aww, is little Kimmy blushing over there cause of little ole me!" he cheers, pinching and squeezing my cheek.

"Ow, stop Spen-... Asher that hurts!"

"Did you just call me Spencer? Oh, fuck no!" he says pissed off, putting both his hands on the wheel. He scowls at the road, not turning to me for what seems like the longest time.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it, it kind of just slipped!" I defend, turning to him with a plea. Why is that such a big deal? It's a mistake, everyone has made that mistake at least once in their life.

"Whatever," he grumbles.

"Aw, is Asher mad at little ole me!" I cooed, pinching his cheeks like he done to me, so there wouldn't be an awkward momentafter this nonsense fight.

"Aggravated is a better term. Pissed too, Kimmy Ann," he grumbles.

"You're the only person in the world that still calls me Kimmy. No one but you has called me that since Middle School!" I say, hoping that the subject change will get him to forget about his pissed off mood.

"Cause Kimmy is a cute name. It's my nickname for you," he stated firmly.

Grinning, I cross my arms, I looked out the window watching cars, trees, and the seldom houses fly by me. I felt like we were in the middle of nowhere. "Where are you taking me?" I blurted out.

"Somewhere," he stated obviously. "My turn. Did I hear this correctly last night or was I in a delusion: You kissed Spencer last night?" I stayed silent for a moment smiling to myself; thinking about it again. Ah the kiss, so perfect! I can't wait to see him on Monday now. Maybe I can see him earlier... "Kimberly, are you listening to me!?" Asher shouted.

"Yes, Asher!" I shouted back with a smile still on my face, "Sorry, had a moment there."

"So? Yes or no!" He asks again, still looking a little pissed off from earlier.

"YES! Yes, yes!" I say loudly, trying not to let a bigger smile creep on my face.I took a deep breath looking out the window. Peaking from the corner of my eye, I saw Asher's body tense and his grasp on the steering wheel tighten. "He kissed me, and I kissed him back. Is that a problem?"

"No comment," he grumbled darkly.

I smiled to myself, thinking about the kiss again and how sweet and flawless it was. I smiled. Thinking about it, I could still feel the kiss like it was happening. His warm soft, lingering lips over mine; nothing could top that moment, "A perfect kiss," I whisper, mainly to myself but the car was so quiet that even Asher heard me.

"Yeah. Sure. Perfect," he says sounding sarcastic. "I could do way better." I thought I heard him mutter to himself. I'm sure he could with all his practice.

"So are we there yet?" I ask with a long sigh.

"Yep," he chimed, stopping the car. Wow I must be psychic or something.

Getting out of the car, I stood on an unstable surface that was rough and rickety. What the hell..."Where the heck are we?" I asked pathetically, as I held the car door for some support.

The whole ground was covered with rocks, ledges and boulders. And the sound of crashing water was nearby with a harsh breeze weaving by. Grabbing my sweater from the car, I pulled in on and slam the door, walking over to Asher.

"It's a cliff," he finally states, closing his car door.

"What, you brought me here to push me down the cliff or do something stupid?" I tease wobbling up to him on the unsteady surface.

"Don't tempt me," he laughs, stuffing his hands in his pocket to keep warm.

"I can't believe you'd get rid of little ole me." I gasp, walking up to where he stood. He chuckles along, and I hold his arm so I'd have better balance, "So what are we really doing here?"

"I don't know. To hang, relax, take a break," he rambled on, sitting on the edge of the cliff, dangling his feet. He tapped the hard cold surface next to him, indicating for me to sit.

"You're not really going to push me over are you?" I asked, slowly taking a seat next to him.

He smiled at my humor rolling his eyes. "Now why would I ever do that?"

"You're right, you have no motive. Who else would get your homework done? Especially English," I suggested with a minor giggle.

I look out to the horizon, looking beyond the blue water that crashed against the rocks. The sun was dim, not making me too blind to see the wonderful, fantastic view. Seagulls -or some type of bird- flew by over the water. The wind is strong, blowing my hair in all kind of directions. Down belowis at least a fifty to sixty feet drop hitting the ocean water. And only God knows how freezing the damn water must be. The scene from New Moon came to mind when Bella decided to cliff dive, thinking it would make Edward come back. Lame exaggerated fantasies!

The smell of fresh salty ocean water tagged along with the breeze sweeping by. I felt Asher's warm arm slide around my hip bringing me closer to him realizing that I was cold and my teeth were chattering, "It's beautiful isn't it?" Ash whispered.

"Beautiful? How about enchanting, ravishing; beyond beautiful," I murmured.

"I know."

"How did you find this place?" I asked curiously. There's no way that Asher could have just stumbled upon this place. There had to be some wacky messed up reason behind it. Who would drive out here just to look for something like this?

Of course there was because he was laughing, remembering. "It was our first varsity game of the season. Senior year baby and we won the first game!" he chuckles, smiling and shaking his head. I love seeing Asher happy. I love to see him smile because it makes me happy too. A happy Asher is a happy Kimmy.

"We thought we were unbeatable, but of course that was short lived because we lost a couple of games after that. Never the less we got our streak going." he tells,"Of course, being crazy, stupid and hormonal, we all spontaneously drove off to the beach. Somehow, someone thought this was the beach. I think someone needed to take a leak too. Clearly it was not a beach, but it was awesome any ways. We all sat here drinking, laughing having a good time. Did some pretty radical things."

He stopped for a moment, looking out to the horizon. "Then what?" I pushed for him to go on.

"That's it. I fell in love with this place. Out of town, away from high school drama, and family problems. Peaceful, quiet, relaxing. Couldn't ask for anything better. It's like a getaway."

I smile, looking up to him as he stares off to the horizon. I can't believe he's saying these things. It was like a whole different complete Asher. Down to Earth and loving; not the player for once or a flirt, "What radical things did you guys do?" I ask.

"Can't say. I can only show." He tells me with a smile on his face.

"What you mean?" I asked as he slowly gets up from the rock.

"It means I can't just tell you. I have to show you or you won't believe me." He explains.

"I'll believe you, Asher, come on sit. Tell," I pleaded patting the rock.

He pauses, looking down below for a moment before turning to me, "Promise that you'll do it with me? That you'll go along with it?"

"Depends what you're asking," I said, standing up to face him.

He smirked, glaring at me. "Promise me first. Come on, when have you ever doubted me and when have I ever put you in danger?"

"Third grade, when you told me to eat cherries and I bit on the seed and cracked my tooth and then swallowed it and the seed, ending in me choking," I told him as a reason. Nightmares now. Trauma to eat cherries.

"Are you never going to let go of that! Come on, third grade!" he shouted, shaking me by the shoulders.

"Yeah, still put me in deaths way." I remind him. He did rhetorically ask when he'd put me in danger.

"OK besides that, and I'm talking about recently, have I ever put you in danger?" He clarifies.

I sighed, breathing out thinking. Yes I had to think about it. "I guess not."

"Good. So promise?" he conformed asking.

I take a second or ten to think about it, until I slowly nod my head, "Fine," I said slowly, breaking it out hesitantly.

"Trust me," he said, holding up his hands. He smirked again, nodding. In one swift move, he pulled his shirt over his head revealing his tight pack abs and muscles. I looked up and down quickly; he wiggled his eye brows playfully at me, noticing I had just checked him out. Well duh, what normal girl wouldn't look at that!?

Throwing the shirt over to the side, he stretched his hand over to me, unzipping my sweater. 'Trust me' his words echoed in my head.

Oh God what the hell did I get myself into?!

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