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and alluring. I had to fight every bone in my body to refuse that drink. The Ashley, who lived in Dallas a year ago, wouldn’t have turned him down. Instead she would have embraced him. Got to know him and probably would have kissed him by the end of the night. But the new and improved version of me wouldn’t allow that sort of behaviour. I am not looking for love, because I believe that true love doesn’t exist. We spend our days looking for that one prefect romance that we are never going to find. Love is just a myth. I thought I had it once before, but that ended in a way that was so painful and scarring that I never want to experience that feeling ever again. The new Ashley will put Mr Gucci out of her head and never think about him again.
    Its six thirty, and my alarm has just gone off. I slowly climb out of bed and I head in the direction of the shower.  Our bathroom is very small and very messy. There are clothes and towels lying all over the floor –we never have time to clean. I manoeuvre myself through the mess and I pull my oversized t-shirt over my head. I pull my hair out of the hair tie and it falls loose around my shoulders. I push back the shower curtain and I yank the water on. The noise is loud and violent steam always pumps from the shower before the water does. I climb into the bathtub and I wake up as the warm water trickles all over my body. I shampoo my hair and I lather myself with jasmine shower crème. The scent is heavenly and as I inhale a large whiff, I have a sudden flashback of Mr Gucci. He smelled incredible. His strong cologne was no doubt of the designer variety. My eyes close and an image of him enters my head. His dark eyes are big and sinful. His full lips were delightful as he gently bit them. His hair was immaculate and he was drop dead gorgeous. I shake myself. Stop thinking about him Ashley.   I shut off the water and I jump out of the tub. I wrap myself in the cleanest towel I can find. And then I rummage on the floor for a small yellow towel to wrap around my hair. I quickly brush my teeth and then I apply some moisturiser to my skin. I smother my legs in cocoa butter and then I move onto my arms, stomach and shoulders. When I am satisfied, I rush out of the bathroom and back into my room. I rummage through my closet. I take out my white shorts and bright pink tank top. The curtains are slightly open and I can see the sun blinding in through the window. It’s so hot here that I always wear shorts and flip flops. I pull the towel from my hair and I quickly blow dry it. I apply some make-up and then I rush out of my room.
    Our apartment is small, very untidy and cluttered. Our sofa is covered in clothes, magazines and old books. There are always some unwashed dishes lying on the kitchen counters and most of our food is on display. Boxes of cereal, pop tarts and potato chips are what we eat the most. Not healthy, but with the price of rent, gas, bills etc. we can’t always afford healthy food. I guess we are just lucky that we don’t seem to put on weight.
    “Hey you’re up!” Sydney says as she pops her head around the arch of the kitchen. She is smiling at me. Her dark hair is poker straight and her eyes are glossed with dark eye shadow and mascara. I make my way into the kitchen and I see that Sydney has made a special effort today. She has two large stacks of pancakes and two mugs of coffee in front of her. She signals for me to come over and I do as she says. We stand and eat our breakfast. We don’t have seats in our kitchen so standing is always the only option. “So how are you feeling?” Sydney says as she pops a forkful of pancake into her mouth.
    “Good actually . A little anxious but I’m really excited.” Sydney smiles and then she places her fork down onto the plate. Her eyes look serious, am I about to experience her inquisitive ways? Sydney can be very pushy and very judgemental. She always likes to know everything that’s going on. And she stops at