#hehehe omg a callback to ye olden days of the random ship generator!!!!! ^_^ i'm ALWAYS down to clown with stuff like that! :P

[queenofbaws]

Don't know if you still do OT3 sort of things, but if you do, Ashley discovering she's Bi simply because she can't take her eyes off Chris and Jess down at the beach or pool

catch me catching up on some prompts ;)c

Ashley's hand barely skimmed the bottle of sunscreen before she forgot about it completely, her fear of burning up by the side of Mike's pool immediately forgotten when she caught Emily staring at her...and staring at her like that, to boot.

"Um. H-hi?" she stammered, yanking her hand back like she'd been scalded, watching Emily watch her, and...yeah, no part of this was good.

Emily sat with her elbow on the arm of her lounge chair, her chin resting elegantly on her hand and her sunglasses tipped down juuust low enough for Ashley to make out the almost clinical way she was looking at her. Her eyebrows were high - distressingly so - absolutely disappearing under the rim of her sunhat. She watched her for a second longer, then, cool as you please, drawled, "I want to study you under a microscope."

"I - what?"

"No, I'm being serious. We need to put you in a facility or something."

"Excuse me? What are you - "

"Who hurt you? Can you tell me that much? Is it that you were dropped on your head as a baby, or...?"

Okay, now it was getting mean. She sat up in her own chair, nervously tugging at the towel she'd draped around her shoulders. "Emily, I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Without bothering to explain herself, Emily reached out with her other hand, cupping Ashley's chin in her palm. She directed her face off towards the Munroes' deck where Jess was sticking a little tiny umbrella into her drink, laughing and chatting with Mike and Matt as they stood by the grill.

"So the whole staring at Jessica thing makes sense. No, really, shut up, it does. I mean, look at her! You'd have to be blind to look at her and not think, 'Yowza.' God knows she spends enough time in front of her mirror in the morning to get to that point. And her picking out a swim suit that skimpy? Not an accident. Defffinitely not."

"I - " she started, only for her voice to die in her throat. Oh, she was aching for that sunscreen now - she felt like she had steam coming out of her ears! "I-I wasn't staring at - "

"You were," Emily cut her off. "That's not the problem, though, like I said. Nonono. The problem...is...this." She turned Ashley's head the way she'd done before, but that time she angled it towards the diving board, where, God help them all, Chris seemed to be preparing to jump while holding every pool floaty available to him, Josh cheering him on from the ground while Sam watched on, shaking her head. "If you had only been staring at one of them with big, fat, goo-goo eyes today, you know what? I could understand. Hell, if you'd been looking at Jess and anyone else today, I could understand. Mike, Matt, Sam, me, whoever. But Chris? Chris and Jessica? You have got to enlighten me here - what the fuck is your type, exactly?"

"I, uh, I mean, I..." To her horror, she realized Emily actually expected an answer. "C-cute?" was the best she could manage, though. All considering, she thought it was a fair enough response.

But Emily just blinked again, sighing as she let go of her face. "Then we return to my original point. I want to study you. Under. A. Microscope."