Disclaimer: I don't own Recess, as everyone already knows...
A/N: This is probably the last King Bob/Ashley story I'll ever write b/c
I'm fresh out of ideas. After this, I'm moving on to my second favorite
couple Spinelli/Francis (aka Hustler Kid).
Chapter One: Six is Company
Bob was busy strapping his luggage to the top of the rent van. His
mom and stepdad had finally decided that he could go on a road trip to the
Talladega Racetrack. Since he was eighteen now, he could go by himself and
invite some friends along as well. Of course, he asked Ashley to come, who
was already at his house with her luggage as well.
"I can't wait to get going!" she said excitedly. She loved Nascar
races as much as her sporty boyfriend.
"Yeah, Dale Jr. is goin' to burn the asphalt," Bob replied.
Just then, a limo pulled up and who else but Ashley Q. and Ashley B.
to come out with THEIR luggage. Confused, Bob jumped down off the top of
the van to see what the deal was.
"Hey, what're you two doing here?" he asked them.
"Like, duh!" Ashley Q. told him. "Your girlfriend invited us to come
along with you."
"WHAT?!" Bob exclaimed, glancing over at his girlfriend of almost a
"Well, Mom said I couldn't go unless I had some more girls come
along," Ashley explained a little sheepishly.
"Whatever," Bob sighed. He personally didn't mind them, it was just
"Yo, where's the bags go?" they heard someone say. Everyone turned
and saw Vince and Lawson inside the latter's blue Monte Carlo, and they
looked like they had quite a load of suitcases.
"And why are THEY here?" Ashley A. asked Bob.
"I...uh...sorta invited them."
"Uh-huh," she replied sarcastically.
By this time, the boys had already gotten out of the car and were
unloading their stuff from the backseat. Ashley Q. looked very upset.
"Ashley A., we need to talk," she said, grabbing hold of her friend's
arm and pulling her aside.
"There is NO way I'm going anywhere with HIM," she said, giving a
glare in Lawson's direction. Ashley A. rolled her eyes. She didn't
understand why her friend couldn't just get along with him.
"I'm sorry, but it's only fair that if you come, they come," Ashley
"But...ugh! I hate it when I don't get my way!"
"Yes, I know...," the blonde said sarcastically.
Meanwhile, Lawson had done pulled Bob over to the side for a little
"chat". He probably disliked Ashley Q. more than she disliked him.
"Man, are you whack!" the red-haired boy exclaimed. "I'm not goin'
nowhere with that girl!"
"Come on, buddy. She can't be that bad. Besides, she'll be busy
gossiping with Ashley B. or something."
"Yeah right," Lawson scoffed. "Ashley B. will be to busy flirting
As they spoke, Vince was desperately trying to avoid Ashley B.'s
affections as much as possible. He just didn't understand why she wouldn't
leave him alone! Bob rolled his eyes in hopelessness.
"This is ridiculous," he said. "Why can't everyone PLEASE get
"You expect US to get along?"
"You can at least try. I mean, before you know it we'll be at the
track watching the race."
"Yeah, watching Jeff Gordon beat Dale Jr.'s butt," Lawson said
proudly. He and Bob may have been best friends, but that didn't mean they
had to like the same driver.
"Whatever," Bob joked. "Hey, isn't that your mom?"
While all this was taking place, Mrs. Lawson had driven up and was
trying to get her son to come over to her car.
"Erwin, sweetie! Come here for a minute!" she called.
Lawson heard some snickering behind him, and turned to see Ashley Q.
trying hard not to bust out laughing. He was so embarrassed.
"Erwin?" the silly girl repeated. "Your name's Erwin?" She couldn't
contain herself; she busted out in laughter.
If Lawson wasn't already in a bad mood, he was sure in one now. He
HATED it when people made fun of his first name. Grouchily, he asked his
mom what she wanted.
"Sweetheart, you left one of your bags on your bed. Just thought you
might want it."
"Thanks," he said through clenched teeth as his mom gave him his
duffel bag. Ashley Q. was still laughing in the background. Ashley A. was
trying to get her to shut up, and finally Vince walked over there...with
Ashley B. right behind him of course.
"Girl, give the guy a break," he told her. "He can't help what he
"Yeah, why do you think he goes by his LAST name?" Bob asked from the
top of the van.
"If I had a name like that, I WOULD go by my last name!" Ashley Q.
"Okay, then I'll start calling you Quinlen, then," Lawson remarked,
joining Bob on the van.
Bob sighed. This was going to be a LONG trip...
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