So I'm gunna try to make another happy one to make up for the fact that I posted the fucking plan of exactly what would happen on the last one.

(Ash's POV)

It was dark out, except for the moon's glow in the sky and white specs of stars that peppered the sky. I was laying in a grassy field with Summer, cuddling close to her and holding my arms around her. A gentle breeze blew around us, and the chilly night air made cuddling even better. And when that cuddling was with Summer...

It was perfect.

If you disregard the good thoughts about Summer and I, my mind was peacefully clear for the first time in a long time. I wasn't worried. I wasn't stressed. I wasn't plagued by the constant suicidal thoughts and the memory of what my mother had done to me.

It was only me and Summer. We were simply laying there, gazing up at the starlit sky.

After about an hour of simple laying there, she turned her head slightly and lifted it off of my chest to look up at me. I offered her a smile, and she smiled back at me.

"Hey Ash?" She said softly.

"Yeah?" I mumbled, pulling her even closer to me than she already was.

"I love you.." She whispered.

I kissed her cheek and mumbled quietly, "I love you too," I noticed that her face was slowly gaining a pinkish red colour. My smile grew and I mumbled, "Blushy."

Her blush grew a bit darker and she buried her face in my chest to hide it, "I'm not blushing.." She mumbled.

I chuckled softly, amused, "Yeah.. You are."

She shook her head, "Nah I'm not.."

I sat up slightly, "You arrre!"

She huffed and sat up, "Okay.. Whatever you say.." She mumbled, giving a small smirk.

I knew that look, she had an idea.

"You're an ass.." She mumbled, and just as I was about to say something, she added, "But you're my ass! Wait.. No, I didn't think that through.."

A moment passed before we both burst out laughing, making fun of her little joke.

Eventually, I gave her a grin, "If I'm your ass, then I must be really nice." I joked, "Because you have a nice ass.."

She blushed and gave me a playful glare, "Then you're not my ass.. You're an Ashhole."

"Correction, I'm THE Ashhole." I said jokingly.

"That you are.." She giggled, "But, Ashhole as you are, I love you.."

"I love you too.. So much." I whispered softly.