Why yes, another story, had to get the idea out before it was taken away form me, cuz i know if i dont write it down someone else will like think of it so yeah, i do have a perfext idea of where i want this to go so yeah, juggling three at a time kind of but not really gotta finish the on stage one you know only two chapters and i can handle this one and Take a guess cuz ill give out the answer soon so yeah R&R thnx and srry for english errors still bad and length, meh, could've done longer but laziness overcomes me oh yeah


Spencer

"Come on mom, it's only a few hours away from here." Crap, I don't know why we are arguing, we both know I'm just going to ask dad if she says no, and he's going to convince her, if I don't get her too mad.

"No, its not a few hours away, its 4 hours away, besides you are too young to be leaving home already." God, why is she always so sarcastic, 17 is old enough to leave home, and anyway its not like I'm leaving home, I'm going to come back in a few weeks, uh, forget it I'm just going to walk away now, so we don't argue, and wait for my dad to come home.

"Where are you going?" Oh my god, why can't she just leave me alone, why can't she just drop it now.

"Just to my room mom" I head for the stairs but no my mom needs the daily argument, either with me or dad. I swear she loved Glen more than me and well Clay is well the perfect child so there is nothing to argue with him about.

"Come back here, we need to finish discussing this" Ahh, the one day in the month she comes home early from work, I knew I should've just stayed in my room and waited for dad. But no I decided hey let me ask what mom thinks, I already know what mom thinks and I don't even care what she does think. And I can't even walk away from her right now because then she will get mad and dad won't even be able to convince her, and I do need dad to help convince her.

I hear a ring, YES, it's my ring tone, "Sorry mom someone is calling me, I'm going to take it outside" I run to the door and open it and close it behind me before she has anything to say. I take out the phone from my jean pocket and look at the caller ID, I smile automatically as I see the name, always, I can't control my face muscles when I think about my baby. Maybe this is love, like the one, the person I'm supposed to be with for the rest of my life. I contemplate that for a little bit and my cheek bones start hurting from the smile I've been holding for the past couple of seconds, god can my love make me smile. I flip open the phone put the receiver to my ear and hear the voice I so desperately have to hear everyday and have grown accustomed to.

"Hey Baby"

Ashley

I think I'm finished. No crap I have so much more clothes to pack. To tell the truth I kind of like the fact that my mom doesn't care. Yeah I don't have a mom to be there for me or help me with my problems but hey I'm like free, very free, and I don't really have to do anything because my daddy's rich. I do love my daddy much more than my mommy although I see my mom a lot more but not much more, but still more but nah I would choose my father over her any day of the week. Well I would've chosen my dad but he's dead. If my mom died I don't think I would really care, well not as much as I cared when my dad died anyway. Sometimes I wish that god would've taken my mom instead. But anyway I have to finish packing.

When did I get so much stuff, crap, oh yeah when I went shopping. I chuckle at my stupid answer. I pick up a picture of me and my baby, god, I hope my baby can come with me, this is huge for me and I want my love to be there with me when I go for this. To tell you the truth this is like a little test, for me, to see if I'm really in love, because lately, well I've been noticing other people, but not just other people, like, oh just forget it. But I do hope this is real, already too many disappointments in my life, and one more, I don't think I can handle. So I do hope this goes well and I figure out what my next move is.

Well I've gone the whole day without hearing my sweetie's voice I think it is about time my loved one gets called up. I search for my phone throughout my room but no luck. Then I remember my phone was in my black Gucci bag which means, it's in the luggage. Ahh, this is going to be a real bitch.

After 20 min of searching I have succeeded in my quest of finding my phone and messing up my room once again. And I have to pack all over again which I guess is all right I need to do something to waste time, besides think about my baby for the rest of the afternoon. I press the numbers on my phone I'm so used to dial by now and hear the ringing in the receiver. I just smile knowing that any ring now I will hear my baby's voice, god I hope this is real, I hear the click indicating someone has just picked up and decide to talk first. And it just comes out softly and lovingly.

"Hey Babe"