TWENTY-EIGHT

The long awaited election day had finally come, and for me it marked the end of the campaign torture. After today I would be free from campaigning and more importantly from wearing Ashley's polo shirts.

“Shouldn't you be heading to the auditorium? Why are you moving in the opposite direction?” Tyler asked Ashley when we bumped into her on our way to the election venue.

“I was looking for the both of you.” She replied.

“What do you need us for?” I asked.

“I need you to wear these.” She held up two face caps with ‘Vote Ashley’ imprinted on each of them.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Tyler beat me to it. “We don't wear caps.”

Ashley's face squeezed into a frown. “What do you mean?”

“My sentence was very clear.”

“Why don't you wear them?”

“Because everyone should have the privilege of seeing our awesome hair all the time.”

Ashley rolled her eyes and turned to me. “Jason?” she said with a hopeful look.

“What he said.” I replied.