Author's Note: So this story is one that's been buzzing around my head for quite a while and i know that i should be working on Maybe Someday and i am...slowly. I made it out of one writer's block and i hit a new one. I know what i want to write just not how to write it. I'm hoping to have it done soon. Let me know if i should keep this going or not. Remember to read and review!!
There's something wrong with me.
No, I'm not going to die, but there's a feeling deep inside whenever she's near me.
She being Spencer Carlin.
Spencer Carlin being my best friend.
I talked to my boyfriend about it. Aiden thinks it's because she's been hanging out with this Nathan character so much. He thinks I'm jealous because there's another person in her life. He doesn't even know the half of it. Frankly, I don't think I want him to know any more than he does. Aiden is a sweet guy. Caring, dependable, blah, blah, blah. To tell you the truth, he bores me. He's like a best friend and I feel like we're just forcing this into a relationship.
Take now for example.
His arms are gripping tighter around my waist, pulling me even closer to his body. I wrapped my own arms instinctively around his neck, while he leaned his head to whisper sweet little nothings in my ear. I can feel his hot breath against the shell of my ear but I don't register a single word he murmurs adoringly.
Is it so bad that I am completely ignoring the guy? I don't know where my head is tonight. No, no, that's not right. I do know where it's at. I would just rather not admit it.
My best friend is running around here in something that hardly qualifies as an outfit. I still can't believe I let her out of the damn house wearing that.
Earlier that night:
"Okay, this is one is perfect! Are you ready, Ash?"
I yelled my consent and before I knew it, she came waltzing out of my closet in something completely slutty.
The blond was wearing a black tank top with a white miniskirt. Her hair cascaded down in golden waves and her blue eyes twinkled as they waited for my opinion.
Okay, maybe slutty is a little harsh. If I had to be honest, I'd admit that Spencer Carlin looked absolutely gorgeous. But that was only if I had to be honest. I bit my lip and decided that even though this outfit was perfect for a night out on the town, it was still too revealing for my best friend to wear.
Smiling apologetically, I shook my head.
"Oh come on Davies! This is the fifth outfit I've tried on already!"
Was it really the fifth one? Well, I could care less if it was the hundredth outfit she tried on! I'm not going to have her ravaged by all the male idiots at Ego.
"Spencer, you're not walking out of this house half-naked and that is the end of that discussion."
The gorgeous blond climbed on my bed and settled in next to me. Pouting slightly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, "Ashy, please! I'm so sick and tired of changing over and over and over and over and-"
"Fine! Just don't expect me to come running when every guy out there wants to rape you."
Grinning, she pressed her lips against my cheek, her eyes sparkling playfully, "You wish Davies, you know you'll always come running for me."
She's right, but you know it's only because I feel protective. Oh, don't you dare sit there and act like you have no clue what I'm talking about. Spencer just has this air of innocence about her and as her very best friend; I am required to uphold that innocence.
A soft tug on my hair jerks me back into the present time and I look up in the eyes of my amazing boyfriend. Alright, amazing is pushing it, but Aiden's a great guy. He's hot, I'm hot. It works very well in my opinion.
"Where's your head at tonight, Ash? You've been gazing off into space for the past fifteen minutes. Is everything okay?"
Aiden's also very caring. The guy is head over heels for me and the best part is that he and Spencer get along swimmingly.
There are two things wrong with that statement: One being that Aiden hates Spencer. He acts like a little jealous baby every time she's around. The second is the fact that I used 'swimmingly' in a sentence correctly. Damn Kyla and her stupid 'Adjective of the Day' calendar.
Shaking my head, I realize my head's in the clouds again, "Sorry, Aid. I'm just a little worried about Spence. I haven't seen her since we walked in and-"
Aiden didn't even bother letting me finish my thoughts before sighing bitterly. He dropped his arms from my waist and turned around, intent on making his way out of the crowd and away from me.
See? I told you. Totally a jealous baby.
Thinking fast, I grabbed his hand, pulling him back against my body and pressing my lips against his, "But then again? Why worry, right? She's a big girl and I have something more important to be tending to at this very moment."
Feeling his lips curve upward against mine, I let out a mental sigh of relief, knowing that I had avoided what could have become a huge scene.
I pulled back and gave Aiden a soft smile. He really was a great guy and I could see why I kept him around. Rewrapping my arms around him, I settled my head on his shoulder, letting my eyes rake over the crowd, searching for a sign of Spencer or my geeky half-sister. Kyla holds a special place in Spencer's life. See, I'm her heart, but Kyla, well she's more like Spencer's left pinky. Not exceptionally useful but it's just weird to be without it.
Are you guys getting this?
Oh well, we have more important things to worry about at this very moment, because although I have found my sister, there is no sign of Spencer. Why worry? Well, Spencer is a tad bit naïve. She's very trusting and she takes what people tell her at face value, and I love that about her but it makes me worry. Do you know what kind of trouble she'd get in if I wasn't around to watch over her?
Yeah, it keeps me up late at night too.
I think it's time to start the search party for-
A soft hand settles on my shoulder, and I feel my skin immediately light on fire and my lips twitching upwards.
"Hey, Aiden, you wouldn't mind if I cut in for a dance with my best friend, would you?"
His mouth opened immediately to protest, but I cut him off, "Sure, Spence. Aiden, would you mind getting me something to drink. Please?"
He stared at me intently for a few seconds, and I'm sure he wanted me to know exactly what he was thinking.
Too bad I'm not a mind reader.
Aiden expelled a harsh sigh and dragged a hand through his hair, before turning towards Spencer, "Do you want anything while I'm over there?"
Shaking her head softly, she loosely wrapped her arms around my shoulders, "Thanks Aiden, but I'm fine."
He nodded curtly, glancing once more in my direction.
I gently draped my arms around her waist, and we began swaying to the music.
"He totally hates me," Spencer whispers secretly.
I leaned closer to whisper, "You totally hate him too."
"Yeah, but I have a reason."
"Oh, really? What could that reason possibly be?"
"Aiden is totally mooching on our Spashley time!"
Laughing out loud, I reached up and pinched her cheek, "Awww, Spency! Well, don't you worry because you're always going to be my number one."
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise," Holding up my smallest finger, I wiggled it in front of Spencer's face.
Chuckling softly, the blond reached up and linked her pinky with my own and squeezed it reassuringly.
"You wanna get out here?"
Shaking my head, I turn slightly so she doesn't see the amused smile threatening to make its way onto my face.
"You're ridiculous, Miss Carlin."
"I don't think I understand what you're saying, Miss Davies."
Just as I'm about to reply with something absolutely witty and sharp, an unfamiliar brunette rests a tanned manicure hand on Spencer's arm.
I glance upward, and upon seeing the dimpled smile and the twinkling eyes, I frowned.
I don't like her already.
"Sorry to interrupt," The woman's soft raspy voice washed over me and I could feel my eyes narrowing. I take back what I said about not being a mind reader. I totally know what she's thinking and I can guarantee that I don't like it one bit.
Spencer just smiles softly at the unpleasant interruption and encourages the woman to continue.
"I was wondering if you would give me the pleasure of buying you a drink," Her eyes intently focused on Spencer.
I really don't like her.
Spencer hesitated, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth before breaking out into a grin, "Sure! I'd love to!"
I'm pretty sure my mouth is wide open and that I look like a fish but at this moment I don't care. She doesn't even know this women and she's accepting a drink?
"Spencer, can I talk to you for a moment?" Like I said, it's my responsibility to keep her safe. Moving the blond a few feet away from the other woman, I sigh. I'm disappointed in her! She should know better than to accept drinks from a stranger.
"What are you doing?" The words practically hiss out of my mouth but you can't blame me, "Who is this chick and why are you going to get a drink with her?"
She blinks. That's all she does. I ask her one of the most important questions tonight and she just blinks.
Her mouth opens slowly and I lean in closer, not wanting to miss a single word of this explanation, "Ashley, I'm just going to head over to the bar and make a new friend. I'm not planning on attending an orgy or making a lesbian porn movie."
Now I'm sure I look like a fish because my mouth is opening and closing and nothing is coming out. She patted my cheek and turned to follow the mystery woman to the bar.
They're holding hands and she's leaning too close to Spencer. Can't Spencer see that the whore is obviously a lesbian? Can't that whore see that Spencer is obviously straight? I make a decision to interrupt the two just as Aiden came back with our drinks. Fate is totally against me on this. I take the drink from his hand and I down it almost immediately. I'm sure he was more than surprised when I took his drink and gulped that down even faster.
"I need another drink," I informed him as I made my way over to the bar.
"Apparently so do I," He muttered as he followed me.
Reaching the bar, I willed myself not to turn and look at Spencer and that whore.
I order three shots, passing one over to Aiden and keeping the remaining two for myself. I need them way more than he does right now. Obviously, he doesn't think so because before I can even touch the second shot, Aiden's already snatched it out of my hand.
Oh, he does not know who is messing with.
"Give that backkk," slurs out of my mouth as I reach out for the drink.
Shaking his head, he swallows it himself before gently taking a hold of my arm. He pulls me along and then it hits me. He's taking me to Spencer.
"Aidennnn, noooooo! I don't wannnnaa goo ovvverr thereee."
Wow, I'm not even sure I understood what just came out of my mouth.
"It's only going to take a minute, Ashley. Then we'll get out of here, promise."
We reach the two girls and I lean, rather fall, over Aiden's arm and whisper, "Aidennnn, I lurveeee youuu."
I'm pretty sure Spencer chuckled before taking me into her own arms, "I can take her home, Aid."
Cue the argument.
"No, I think it's okay. You can have fun with uh-"
"Brooke," the older brunette supplied with a smile.
The whore has a name! Too bad, I used to like the name Brooke. Key word in that sentence is used to, people.
"Oh, it's very nice to meet you. I'm Aiden."
"Pleasure."
I bet. Someone needs to tell Brooke to get her hand off my best friend and her eyes off my man.
"Heyy Brrookee, you ssshhhuuuckkk!"
Was that me? Well, looking at the way everyone is staring at me, I'm going to assume that it was. Great, I'm no longer drunk but I am now a drunken idiot. Aiden, if you have ever loved me at any moment, you will take me home now.
Spencer stands up and positions herself on my side opposite to Aiden, "We came together, Aiden. I'll take her home."
"Spenc-"
"We live together, Aiden. There's no point in you taking her home when I'm here. Go ahead, have fun out here tonight. I'll take care of her."
I'm surprised that Aiden didn't argue but hey, I'm not one to complain.
"Fine, give me your keys and I'll take her out to the car," He surrenders, holding a hand out.
Don't you love how not once was I asked who I wanted to go home with?
Spencer hands the keys over to one of the three Aiden's holding me up and turns to Brooke, "I'm sorry to cut this short but I guess I'm going to have to go take Ashley home."
Nodding understandingly, Brooke leans towards Spencer, "Hey, I was wondering something else. Is there any way you could drop me home by any chance."
I'm pretty sure I screamed out no but by then, I'm too far from the two to hear me. I don't know what Spencer's response is, but I'm telling you, I'm probably not going to like it.
Aiden opens the back of the car, and helps situate me inside, "Ashley, I really hate your best friend."
I'm almost certain he's talking to himself, but drunk Ashley votes to give him a response, regardless of that fact.
"Thaasss okaaaay, causeee sshhe hates youuuu too. Ssso its allll goooddd."
Shaking his head, Aiden leans closer to give me a goodbye kiss. He turns around and hands the set of keys to Spencer and says his goodbyes to her and the bitch she decided to bring along.
I don't really remember the conversation in the car but I do remember pulling Brooke's hair and calling her a "bish." I think that's drunken Ashley's way of saying bitch but I couldn't tell you for sure.
After twenty agonizing minutes, we finally reach our flat and Spencer comes along my side to help me out of the car. I probably wasn't much help to her lying down, but the alcohol was definitely taking its toll on me.
Leaning almost completely on Spencer, I stumbled up to my room and began to strip down. Spencer, used to my antics, handed me a tank top and a pair of boy shorts to slip into before leaving to change herself.
After falling several times, I manage to get the clothes on the right way and I haphazardly brush my teeth. Exhausted, I collapse on my bed and worm under my covers.
My eyes feel like they're glued shut and nothing I can do to keep them open.
The blond walks back into my room, her bare feet padding across the wooden floor. Lifting the cover, the bed dips with the extra weight. Almost immediately, I'm bathed in Spencer's body heat and I groan silently. I really was hoping to go to sleep tonight.
Now my eyes won't shut and my mind won't stop racing.
All I can think about is how her body curves against mine, two parts of a whole.
All I can see is how her lips twitch upward, almost as if she's having a wonderful dream.
All I can feel is how my skin is burning deliciously with her touch, each cell blazing with life.
Damn it, Spencer.
I can't think straight when you're around.
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