I walked in the front door and slowly climbed the stairs, still shocked over what had happened. As soon as I opened the door to my room my phone rang. I somewhat angrily answered, "What?"

"Ashley, it's Paul. What happened between you and Ritchie? He's all depressed and he won't tell us why."

"I don't know what to do! Ritchie wants me to go to Germany with you guys and I refused to lie to my parents about going so he said it must not be that important to me!"

The tears now flowed freely.

"Well is it?" Paul asked?

"Yes! There's nothing more important to me than spending time with him I just don't want to have to lie about it."

"I understand. Good luck on your decision."

"Thanks Paul."

I hung up the phone and flipped on the tele in an effort to drown my sorrows. When the incredibly boring picture show that I had found to watch was over I had come to a decision.

"Hello"

"Ritchie, I"ll go."

"What?"

"I want to go with you and I'll do whatever it takes."

"Really that's fab!"

"My mom should be home any minute so I'll ask her and call you back alright?"

"Sounds good love. Hope it goes well."

"Me too."