Is it really true that what you want is really what you know you can't have? Must be. I mean otherwise would I sit here and "waste" my time thinking about...her? We've been friends, the closest actually, for the past four years and boy did it surprise the hell out of me when I found out we shared common feelings. The beautiful "straight" girl wanted to jump me almost as badly as I her. Hmmm...
If someone were to tell me three years ago that I would have grown a metaphorical set of balls and asked out the prettiest girl to ever exist I would have pissed myself laughing...and secretly wished it were true, not that it really matters now, nevertheless it would be a retarded thought. Maybe I should say "mentally handicapped", oh well. I've never thought of myself as the type to be romantic, poetic, hell even feminine, but here I am dressed nicely (meaning that my jeans aren't half way down my ass) holding doors, and even reciting poetry...publicly. Oy, where the hell has my brain gone? Please dear do tell...
Shit, here I am rambling and I haven't even disclosed any names about the parties involved, tee hee, pretty sneaky if I do say so myself. I'm Ashley Davies and the girl of my dreams is...none of your damn business, other wise known as Spencer. Shut up...I know what you're thinking "What the fuck kinda name for a girl is Spencer?" well let me clarify that for you...fuck off. With that out of the way lets get this puppy started eh? I suppose I should start all the way at the beginning, when I first moved here. The GREAT state of Cali.
Four years ago...
"Ash!" A strong yet clearly feminine voice shouted, quite loudly, causing the poor curly haired brunette to jump out of her seat.
"Damn...stupid sonofabitch..." Ashley laid, spread out on her ass, on the carpeted floor of her room semi silently cursing her mother's interruption. "Just when I was getting started on checking myspace... I swear I always get interrupted when the best part is coming up."
"Ashley, sweetheart, I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't be late for your first day of school." It was a bittersweet tone of voice, one that indicated severe doom, and Ashley knew better than to defy it. The rambunctious teen practically slid down the banister and crashed into her "poor" unsuspecting mother, saying it caused mayhem would only sugar coat the incident.
"Well good mornin' there ma!" Making sure to plaster the best/cheesiest smile on her face, Ashley runs past her mother before she makes any stupid comments.
Too late.
"Uh Hum..." A nervous looking teen stops mid sprint and turns around ...slowly. "What have I said about calling me 'ma' ?" Ashley considers giving a smart ass reply and does just that. "Well, you said not to cause quote unquote you ain't no cousin marryin' hillbilly...and that..." The lethargic teen's mother cuts her off mid rant, "You know what? Never mind... I think I liked it better when you referred to me as giant fucking bitch, although a nice Christine would do just fine." The younger Davies looked bored and acted just as apathetic as ever, nevertheless Christine would continue talking. "...and by God in heaven those clothes are horrible. Dear, dear child of mine, would it kill you to dress like a girl? I mean I bet with a simple skirt you could make those boys turn their heads. I know what you're going to say and it's a phase, liking girls I mean, come on you are a very attractive young lady and it is about time that you get these ridiculous notions out of your head. You're father, God rest his soul, was a freakin' rock star so money isn't a problem. Would you at least come shopping with me this weekend in New York?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" A very bewildered Christine stopped talking and looked at her positively steaming, pissed off, homicidal daughter and let her jaw drop. "I'm gonna be late if you keep ranting like some goddamn preacher (no offense to them or anything) and like you said I wouldn't want to be late on my first day so bye" With all that said a now creepily happy Ashley storms over to her Porsche and drives over to King High to start what she dubbed the start to the end of her life...or at least happiness.
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"Spencer...please. I'm beggin' here, come on throw a dog a bone? I mean I swear that I will keep my 'crummy paws' to myself. One more chance that's all I'm asking for." It was a pathetic sight, here stood the star basket ball and football captain pleading for a date with the head cheerleader...well sort of but not really.
"Aiden, I'm sorry but my brother said that he didn't feel that connection with you even after all your groping. He says you're a pretty hot guy and if you were a little less...stupid...and clingy then it might of worked out between you two." The young blonde answered her best friend with much disdain in her voice. She didn't want to hurt him but her brother made it perfectly clear that he had no interest in her best friend. Sometimes it was weird to think that Aiden wanted nothing more than to "do the deed" with her brother but then again she wasn't one to judge. She still remembered the day he came out to her as if it just happened.
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"Spence?" A very young and timid looking Aiden said as he approached his best friend.
"Yeah Aid?" replied said best friend, a younger blonde girl
"Um, remember that one time when...uhh...I...well...you know..."
A confused looking Spencer continued to encourage her friend to talk. "I don't think I know what you're talking about."
"Uhhg, never mind, you still up for that movie tonight?" Spencer shot him a warning glance that said "speak now or forever hold your balls after I kick them" Aiden, as any other boy in his position, yelled "okay, okay!" it was then that he began his story again.
"So yeah like I was um..saying...er...I'M GAY" A dumbstruck blonde replied in a simple "huh?"
"I'm a fag, a fudge packer, a fairy, I like men, Elton John is my hero, I think your brother is smokin', I dance to Prince in my underwear, I wish I was Boy George, I'm not freakin' straight!" Aiden, Obviously out of breath, stood there panting like a dog in heat anticipating Spencer's answer.
There was a small smile creeping up on Spencer's face accompanied by a look that could be described as mischievous. "So, Prince eh?"
Aiden stood there flabbergasted "I just admit that I checked out your brother and all you can do is make a comment about is Prince??? I swear you've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Uh uh, girlfriend" Spencer stood there with one hand snapping in the air while the other one was planted firmly on her hip.
"AHHH! My eyes!! They BURN, dear lord I'll never see again!"
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"Oh Spencey... Earth to Spencer...don't make me do something hetero" Aiden, being his ... queer ... self dreamily whispered in Spencer's ear.
"What the fuck Aid?"
"Oh I dunno, maybe I'm sitting here pouring out my heart to my so called best friend only to find out I'm talking to a brick wall, a cute one, but a wall nonetheless. I mean come on don't you love dealing with my love life??"
"Sure, yep, just love you and your big gay hook ups. Anyways in a way I was listening to you, I was just thinking about how you came out to me a few years back"
"Uhg, Jesus don't remind me...but now that I think about it...I was wondering..."
A horrified looking Spencer debated whether to ask what he wanted, of course she was curious. "What do you want Aid?"
"Heh, heh...um I might have had an accident with that Prince CD I borrowed yesterday" With that said a very red Aiden ran, for dear life, across the quad with a pissed Spencer in hot pursuit.
"AIDEN, I"M GONNA SKIN YOU ALIVE!!"
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"Davies, Ashley" The cryptic teacher was calling role, obviously hating his job, and at this is when Ashley walks into the room.
"Uh, sorry. I'm new and I got a bit lost" Ashley, out of breath, stood there in the door way waiting for the teacher to assign her a seat.
"Nice of you to join us Ms. Davies, you're welcome to sit next to Spencer over there in the far corner." Ashley looked in the corner the teacher was pointing to and was surprised when she saw a blue eyed blonde girl sitting there, hmm she mused, "And here I thought Spencer was more of a boy's name." Mr. Allod, as was his name stated by the nice piece of paper in Ashley's hand, looked at Ashley. "Uhm, what was that? Did you say something?" Ashley, noticing once again that she thought out loud did what she did best, lie. "No sir, and I'll go take my seat now."
The now nervous brunette made her way to the back of the room and quietly took her seat, of course taking the opportunity to check out the hot chick next to her. "Hmm" she quietly appreciated the sight. She always did have a thing for blondes, tall, tan, and fit ones especially. Don't get her wrong though, she's not shallow. As a matter of fact her personal quote stated "I judge people on personality, looks just help." She silently prayed that she not only had a chance, but that this Spencer chick would not be one of those oh so loveable cheerbitches, sure pom poms are hot and all but not when they are attempted to be shoved in uncomfortable places.
While the teacher droned on about the wonderful world of Calculus, and Ashley daydreamed about blondes, a certain blonde sneaked a peak at her new classmate.
"Not bad" the cheerleader pondered. Although she wasn't the biggest fan of Ashley's style she could tell that it worked for her. Baggy bondage pants and an ACDC hoodie complete with a Purple Venom T-shirt. Spencer considered the possibility of introducing herself but pushed the thought down.
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Class ended and as it turns out Ashley and Spencer had every single class together thus far...talk about fate. Lunch was just starting and the insecure "loner" chick sat by herself, she pulled out her I-pod and drowned the world away. At another table there was a blonde that had her blue eyes glued to the brooding girl.
"Spence?" A concerned looking guy asked.
"Yeah Anthony?" The girl now returned her gaze to where it was suppose to be, on her boyfriend.
AN: Yeah, um I'm not exactly sure where this is going but I'll tell you this, expect the unexpected. Also the regular "I don't own this" I wish I did but then I would never leave my house and I do like my social life...blah blah. But yes I hope to not be sued, hell how much money you think some high school kid can come up with anyway? Also I know I tend to curse a bit, deal with it. Not to mention I may change the rating later.