Title: What I Want, I Get

Disclaimer: I do not own these people. They own each other(I wish).

Shay couldn't help but smile as she loaded up her Sunday-shopping goods to a cab. She felt like she bought all of the Farmer's Market but well, heck, it was worth it. Nothing could dampen her spirits tody not even the fact that her car acted up and wouldn't start when she was about to drive off. She simply shrugged it off flagged a cab and now she's on her way home. She imagined putting all of the flowers in vases and have her apartment smelling like a garden in no time. Gardens. She loves everything about them; the plants, the flowers, the smell of upturned earth, even the buzzing of bees. As if on cue her phone on her lap started buzzing and blinking. "Ash calling..." Says the display. Tossing her brunette hair to the side she answered.

"Hey Ash."

A still sleep-groggy voice grunted on the other end. "Where are you?" The voice said.

"On my way home. What's up?"

Ash cleared her throat. "Why are you up and so perky so early in the morning?"

Shay giggled. "It's not early anymore sleepy head. It's almost lunchtime."

"Oh?" Shay heard clamoring on the other end probably Ash scrambling for her vintage bedside clock. "Oh." Ash repeated. "I was gonna ask you to come over for breakfast. I guess now I an inviting you for lunch."

The brunette pursed her lips, contemplating. "What do you have in mind?"

"Mexican." Came the quick answer. "You know, hola senorita. Mi casa es su casa, mi tequila, taco, nacho libre, te quiero ala chihuaua..."

Shay was laughing so hard by the time Ash stopped butchering Spanish. She looked out. She was almost home. Her flowers need to be in water but still she found herself saying yes. There is no point saying no to Ash anyway, what she wants she gets.

She asked the cabbie to turn the car around and gave him the address to Ash's place. The cabbie looked at her as if she'd lost her marbles, probably because the address was for the other side of town but he quickly blinked it off and drove. -

Ash jumped out of bed when Shay said yes.

"No tequila though Ash. Not on lunchtime."

Ash made a face. "Ok, then mom, see ya." She wasted no time dialing to order lunch. She couldn't believe she slept the morning away. Her gave fell on the recipe book that lay open on her bedside table. She was going to ask Shay to make that amazing chocolate pancakes she read about last night. Guess that's for another time.

She thought about how she's gonna set the table while she's brushing her teeth, she thought about it on the shower, also while she's finally setting the table. It was all she thought about really, but not really though. She was thinking about Shay too, if Shay's gonna like the table. "Damn." Ashley cursed at herself.

The doorbell chimed and Ash nearly ran to get it. A big smile crept to her face she opened the door wide and welcomed... a small balding guy carrying an armload of flowers and some paper bags. "Hello?" She greeted. Out of a cab Shay appeared with more packages and a healthy glow. "Thank you so much uhmm...?"

"Richard." Supplies the cabbie.

"...actually I was gonna ask how much." Shay looked like she's suppressing a laugh. Ash laughed for her. Shay dumped the packages she was carrying and paid the guy. She gathered the things from Richard and quickly entered the house.

"So, you bought the whole of LA?" Ash kicked the door close on the still mooning Richard.

"Just the Farmer's Market." Shay collapsed on a happy heap on Ash's black couch. The house had lost the new house smell. Now it feels like a home to Shay.

"I see. So, where did you put the goats?" Ash asked playfully setting the packages down on the table. They overwhelmed it so she put some on the floor.

"The goats!" Shay slapped a hand on her forehead and feigned exasperation. "I can't believe I forgot to buy goats"

Ash had to laugh at that. Shay's laughter joined her and the world just became a happier place. The doorbell chimed again cutting their laughter. "Must be Richard with the baby goats." Shay mused theatrically.

"Kids." Said Ash. "Baby goats are kids Shannon." The aforementioned Shannon just stuck her tongue out.

It was not Richard but a delivery guy. He gave Ash a huge paper bag, some plastic bags, finally some boxes.

"Planning to feed the entire LA?" Shay asked as she hurried to help Ash whose blonde head barely peeps over the food packs.

"Just two hungry kids Shannon."

They stepped into the kitchen to unpack the goodies. Shay pulled a tequila bottle out of a bag and cracked up laughing. "Oh Ash." Ashley smiled, she asked the delivery guy to throw in a tequila and now she got her desired result.

With the food transferred to colorful plates they stepped outside. "Welcome to Mexico." Ash declared as she heard Shay gasp. "Wow Ash."

Ash had turned her outdoor space into an exotic wonderland. The table was covered with an Aztec inspired cloth. The plates were mismatched, colorful scarves were strewn and knotted on chairs. Shay placed the food on the table and admired the set up some more. Ash was puffing up.
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"Oh shit." Shay shot out of her chair. "My flowers!"

Ash followed her to the living room taco in hand. "We'll put them in water Shay, then they can join in the fun." They looked for several tall buckets to put the flowers in. Shay put them on chairs beside the table, Ash wrapped scarves around the buckets.

"Look at that. A Mexican-Garden mash up."

They high fived like silly and continued eating. While Shay was eating, Ash was busy putting garden things on Shay's dark and silky hair.

"Stop putting flowers on my hair Ash."

"Leaves then? Come on Shay, flowers look good on you. It could be worse, I could be putting gum on your hair." Ash answered indignantly.

"You already did that once. Put gum on my hair. You got punched." Shay laughed at the memory.

Ash's face darkened. "Oh yeah, well its getting late. So, you better..."

Shay couldn't believe it. She's going to be kicked out.

"...you better stay for dinner."

Shay burst out laughing again. Ash joined in, she couldn't believe it could be possible that the world could be an even happier place in one day. It's not even dinner time yet.