Those Lips

"What's your favorite color?" I ask as Ash lays in my arms.

"Purple and yours?"

"Blue and black." I reply.

"Hobbies?"

"Walking, humming, flirting with girls, and skipping class." The third thing got a scoff and a slight slap to the arm. I laughed. "What about you?"

"Singing, goofing off, yelling at my brother Dicky." I cut her off.

"Dicky?" It was then that I realized they had the same last name and few of the same features.

"Yeah. Do you know him?" She sounded curious.

"Uhm yes I do well I once did. We got into this huge fight and I threw a beer bottle at him and he stabbed me through the ribs."

"Wait whoa you're the girl who gave him a concussion?" Ash was confused. I nodded. She got out of my arms and walked out of my room.

Well how fucked up is that? The one girl that could probably get me over anyone else now probably hates me.