Disclaimers: I own nothing, well at least not Ashley and Spencer. Although I wish I did. Because believe me I would not be writing about them, they'd be locked in my basement (if I had one that is) performing more strenuous activities.
The song in this chapter is not mine nor will ever be and I did not get any approval to put it in my story. Actually none of the songs I'm going to use are mine and none are approved.
Ummm…I'm going to (hopefully) put up a chapter every week. And I know a lot of writers say that, but I'm going to try to accomplish what I say. Its some sort of new years resolution.
What else…oh I want a lot, ok not a lot just some reviews. Do your part reader. And if you have any suggestions I'll listen to then.
Chapter 1
"No, stop!" The little blond chortled and sprinted as far as her little legs would carry her away from me. The pale yellow sun dress making her look even more angelic. It hid the cute little imp inside.
I grabbed the water hose and pursued her yelling, "Well, that's what you get for trying to spray me."
Wow she sure can run fast for being so small I thought, being tall for my age. She ran around the back of her house, just as I was flying around the corner she was there and snatched the hose right out of my hands!
Standing there grinning evilly at me she held the hose ready to spray. "Any last words," she giggles.
Thinking quickly, with my heart pounding in my chest and my hands held up palms facing her I say the only thing that keeps coming to my mind. "I love you."
And then of course what does a 9 year old girl do when she confesses her love for another girl…I don't know what they do but, I know what I did. Run.
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I groan. 6 a.m. Wednesday morning, November the 18th. Why would anyone wake up this early if they didn't have to. I wouldn't but that's what public school calls for. I was hoping that even though I had to live with my diva mother, at least she would send me to a private school. But no that would put her bank account in a lighter shade of black. Bitch.
So now I have to live at home with The Dragon because my father is…dead. God its still hard for me to even think about. I lived with him since I was 9 at his house in Greece. Whenever he went on tour he would just hire Grace to take care of me. Although now that he is gone mother asked Grace if she would move to America to take care of me even though I'm 17 and can take care of myself. Grace said ok but she was going to have to get paid a lot more because mom wouldn't provide housing for her family. Now whenever Grace comes over to do maid things mom always complains about how much "that woman" is costing her. Actually the real reason my mother is probably mad at Grace is because her and her family speak better English than we do.
Grace is my Mama G at least that's what I call her. Her son, who is my only friend in L.A., is Aiden. Both have the same facial features with their strong jaw line, beautiful green eyes, and dark colored hair. Only that's where the resemblance ends. He towers over his mom with her being only 5'4 and him being, well…tall. Aiden also has the body of a professional boxer while Mama G is like a ballerina, all thin and petite.
"This is you favorite radio station in your favorite city. The city by the bay. The city that rocks. the city that never sl-" The radio started blaring off to whatever station Aiden had last set it to. Throwing a shoe I pick up from the side of my bed at my alarm clock I hit it and knocked it off the desk across the room and pulled the cord out of the wall. Yes, I thought score one for Ashley the not so good at sports one…So my English isn't so good when I wake up.
"Rise and be shinning my little angel" Mama G spoke in a sing song voice bursting in my room with out knocking. Like she ever did knock. "Up, Up! You don't want to be late for your first day at King High with Aiden do you?" She rubbed my head in my pillow while she said this as I was moving her up my top 10 hitman list. For a small women she sure is strong.
"Jesus!" Yelling as I sprung up off the bed and away from suffocation "I'm up, I'm up, already. Was that a trick question or something because I don't want to go to that school…ever. The teachers are retarded trainers for a bunch of lice infested apes." So yeah, mornings are not my forte, plus I was a little pissed that I was living with my mother, and my dad was…not thinking about that. "Mama G," I grumbled wiping my face off with a wet towel from the bathroom. "Why don't you go wake Kyla up I'm sure she would love her face rubbed in slobber."
Almost forgot, Kyla my little sister, sorry correction half sister. That's right dad's child from one of his groupies in Greece who just left a 11 year old girl on our doorstep with a letter and a backpack full of clothes. The clothes weren't that interesting, neither was the girl but the letter was. It had her birth certificate in it, a D.N.A. test and some other facts proving her was my sister. I was so pissed when I found out. She was encroaching on my time with dad and being a 13 year old girl with issues about sharing love with others it was a little hard to take. But not for dad. I think even without all the proof that she was his long lost daughter he still would have treated her like one. Somewhere in his will it said that if mom was to have any control over his money Kyla had to live with me and be treated like my sister. Otherwise Kyla would be out in foster care until her 21st birthday when she got her inheritance.
Walking back into my room I saw Grace just about to begin making my bed. "Come on, Mama G you know I don't like anything in my room touched or cleaned up. Especially my bed," I whined digging around of some clothes that didn't smell, "just leave it alone."
"You need to learn how to start cleaning up after yourself Ashley," Mama G scolded me sweeping her arms around my room. "I don't understand how you find anything in all this mess."
"Uhhh…" I growled. " I don't have time to have this conversation, I have to get ready."
Grace huffed but left the room still looking around with a discussed look on her face. It wasn't that bad. I had some clothes thrown here and there but it was like every other American teenagers room. Mama G just came from a life where they didn't have a lot and what they did have it was kept nice and neat.
"Ky," I hollered down the hall. "What the hell did you do with my Converse! I know you took them."
Banging on Kyla's door I ranted "We only have 20 minutes to get to school now because I had to wait for the hot water to come back on since you used all of it! And now I can't find my favorite shoes."
She swung open the door just as I was about to start banging again. Kyla look great for our first day with just the right amount of make up, hair styled in the latest fashion, and a blue jean skirt with a white blouse and a black vest over it. I don't even know why she wants to look nice, its just school for Christ sake. Who cares.
Kyla looked me up and down. "Your not wearing that are you?"
I just wanted to blend in and go unnoticed for the next 2 years so I had my standard black hoodie with a tank top underneath, torn and faded blue jeans on, hair styled in the usual curly brown with a part to the side, and aviator sun glasses. Minus shoes which I still didn't have.
"Well I'm thinking of adding my shoes too but it seems I can't find them," I said sarcastically.
"Why don't you look by the pool, remember last night at all? You and that ho in the hot tub, does that ring a bell?"
"Damn it I forgot, and for your information she was a hot ho. Oh and she was amazing with her ton-"
Kyla clamped her hand over my mouth. "Shut up I don't want to know anything about your sexual escapades."
That's right I bat for the all girls league and have made some quite impressive home runs. Hell I'm even their star pitcher. Who made up baseball terminology to mean sexual orientation anyway? Or what about getting a toaster…really its 2009, step it up a bit people. Why not a microwave instead? But those types of questions will have to be addressed at another time.
Shaking my head to get my brain to shut up. I went back to what was important. Shoes.
"Thanks Ky," I grinned as she lowered her hand. "Hurry up Kyla we really don't have that much time."
"Ok I'll grab whatever Mama G left out for our breakfast and meet you in the car."
I left her and went down the stars and out back to the pool. Ah there they are I thought. While slipping the shoes on I tried to remember last night. I went out clubbing with Aiden and Kyla, but only because he dragged me out of the house and insisted that I have some fun. For the last two months I've been morning my fathers death, by hardly speaking, eating or sleeping. I was so numb to everything and everyone so Aiden and Kyla decided that I needed to have some fun and he literally dragged me out of the house. Man is that boy is strong.
We drove around with me pouting in the back. Finally Aiden decided to stop and some random club and told me to get out or he would force me out. Not wanting to go through that again I went inside and sat at the bar. After Aiden got some drinks from the bar, he secretly pored some alcohol into our drinks. Which was just what I needed. I'm sort of a lightweight and was wasted by the third drink, which by that time I had forgiven Aiden for manhandling me and started to open up to them about my anguish. The frustration and anger just sort of pored out and I felt better. Kyla started talking and telling us about her feelings, when a hot ass Asian girl from across the club got my attention. She noticed I was watching her and winked at me. Everything after became a blur but, I do remember the hot tub. That was hot.
Running through the house grabbing my backpack Jack, yes he is named, and other school necessities I called out a "love you" and "see you" to Grace and ran out the door. Kyla was already in my Audi TT. That's right my Audi. I love saying that fast, myAudimyAudimyAudi. Sliding in I rev her up, drove around the rest of the circle driveway and got out on the street.
"Come on Jess we don't have much time," I lovingly told my car. Yes, I named her too.
Kyla looked at me, "We have like 10 minutes Ash."
"Yeah," I nervously tapped on the steering wheel, "but I don't remember where the school is."
"Damn it Ash! Why the hell didn't you put GPS in Jess?"
"Chill ok, just call Aiden."
Kyla digs in her purse for her cell and snatches it up triumphantly and dials. "Hey Aiden…Ash is a dumbass and can't remember where the school is…uh-huh…ok…yeah…thanks bye."
"Well." I glance at her driving the direction I thought the school was. "What did he say?"
Kyla grinned, "He agreed you are a dumbass. Oh and he doesn't remember how to get from our house to the school…"
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"Ky why don't we just skip today, we're already late," I whined crunching on a breakfast bar that Kyla snatched from Mama G on our way out. We had to go back and grab my phone, it's has GPS and besides I forgot I left it there so we would've had to go back anyway.
"Because we're already here, and we'll just have to go tomorrow. Now I have to tell you something about your clothes," Kyla patiently told me acting more like a big sister than I was supposed to be. "Ashley, you can't just pretend to disappear or become a wallflower because that's not who you are. I know dads death has taken a toll on you but you have to work through it and become a stronger person."
I looked down ashamed because I knew she is right. I muttered, "yeah I know…" and felt like a 6 year old.
"So lets go to class ok?"
"Ok," I sighed getting out of Jess. "Lets go to the office to get our class schedules."
After following the signs that read office we walk inside and talk to the main secretary who looks old enough to have been here when they first started school. Getting a map, a lecture about school policy and finally our schedules from the prehistoric looking woman. We left and went our separate ways.
My first, second and third class were already over and my fourth one was about to be. Lunch was next so I looked at my map and decided to head over to the theater figuring that it would be quite with all the kids in the court yard eating and hanging out with their friends, and right then I didn't feel like hanging with Aiden or Ky. I just wanted to be alone to think about what Kyla said.
Opening the theater doors I glanced around hoping no one was watching, but class still hadn't let out yet so there wasn't anyone in the hallways. Walking inside I had to let my eyes adjust to the dark auditorium. It was huge, wow I thought they must really be into theater at this school. Jumping up on stage I looked around for the lighting switches, found them and flicked them on.
I scanned backstage for a speaker system so I could listen to some music while I thought. "Aha!" I shouted when I found it. I hooked up my ipod selected "Promise" by Spoken and just got into the music, like you do when no one is watching. Whenever I listened to this song I felt like he was singing to me, and it reminded me a little like what Kyla was preaching in the car.
The bass guitar started off with its low and deep strumming and I played the cords with my air guitar in the center of the stage. When the rest of the band made their entrance I took off my hoodie with my white tank top still on underneath and threw it into the audience. I shut my eyes and started singing with the singers voice almost muted because I set the EQ to vocal reducer.
Yet another day seems like its wasted,
You don't feel your any closer to the prize.
A dead end job where there's no future,
Praying that tomorrow things won't be this way
Things will get better this I promise you,
And I know you won't feel this way forever.
Things will get better this I promise you,
And I know loneliness won't last forever…
Singing with meaning and really feeling the lyrics of the song I dragged out the word forever looking up at the ceiling. With the chorus ending I shut my eyes even tighter and keep singing.
Yet another day, another tired morning,
You're catching up to your intentions.
You're thinking life has to be easier than this.
Maybe tomorrow things won't be this way.
Things will get better this I promise you,
And I know you won't feel this way forever.
Things will get better this I promise you,
And I know we can find away to make this better…
Things will get better this I promise you…
The guitar solo started and I rocked out playing the cords and dancing around. I sang the chorus three more times and repeated forever, getting softer each time. Finally thing song faded out and I sank down to my knees breathing a little hard.
Clapping started to resound in the auditorium. I sprang up, looked around and saw her in the second to last row on the left side of the theater. She stood up and stared walking toward me.
Pissed at being caught in an embarrassing moment when I didn't think anyone was around, I flew off the stage and snatched my things up and started stared to walk toward the exit when I realized I didn't zip up my backpack after taking my ipod out. Damnit I didn't even get my ipod, and my shit started to fall out of Jack.
"Fuck," Muttering I bent down and started to pick up my stuff and throw it into Jack. I could see her walking over here fast out of my peripheral vision and sighed when she knelt down next to me.
She was a blond and had on a red and white scarf, blue jeans, red t-shirt with a some yellow picture on it, and light dark blue jacket. All in all cute would have been the word to describe her but I still hadn't seen her face.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Its just when the way you sang with such feeling it was awe-inspiring…" She just rambled off and kept going.
"Thanks," I growled to make her stop talking. I finished putting all my things in Jack and went to get my ipod with out looking at her. She got up and followed me talking the whole way about how sorry she was and how awesome I was. Not that any of that was bad but I was still embarrassed.
Unplugging my ipod I left the lights on for "chatty" girl to deal with. I jumped back down off the stage and finally looked at her. God, talk about awestruck, this girl was an angel. With her golden hair framing her face like some sort of goddess she was looking at me with oceanic blue eyes that reminded me of the Mediterranean sea. Which in turn reminded me of my father and brought back memories of the happiest time of my young life.
But Blondie still pissed me off.
"Look," Miss Gorgeous didn't realize that I was talking back now, so she just kept rambling on. "Hey Blondie, shut up."
"Umm…ok," she smiled weakly, spreading and tightening supple lips just begging to be sucked and li-.
Stop it! I shook my head to clear my sex clouded mind. I thought my libido had recharged last night with the hot I-want-to-lick-your-skin-off chick. But apparently it needed to be plugged back in.
"Ah, so you do stop talking long enough to take in oxygen. I was just wondering because I didn't want you to get offended if I started performing C.P.R. on you."
"Does this happen a lot, you offending someone by performing C.P.R. on them unsuspectingly?" She asked straight faced, but when I looked more closely she had a little crinkle by her lips.
Well, at least she has a since of humor I thought. Attractive and funny, a wonderful combination please let her be single and gay…oh and have some form of intelligence.
"I do have that restraining order in Sweden and I'm wanted in India," I said hoping to sound just as serious. "But other than that most of the people give me their number afterwards."
She laughed, "Good to know what the majority thought of you."
Laughing I thought, Damnit she is making you like her…you have to put a stop to this. "Where are your manors, who are you, and…have you been practicing voyeurism long?"
"I'm sorry," She apologized biting her lip and stuffing her hands in her pockets. God she looked so cute doing that, how could anyone not forgive her. "I'm Spencer, and…wait isn't voyeurism watching someone do something sexual."
"No it means you get off, just by watching me…or that you're a stalker and obsessed with me. But since I've never met you I highly doubt you are a stalker." And just to throw her off a little I politely said, " Oh nice to meet you, I'm Ashley."
"Nice to meet you too," she said politely back and then started to rant again. "Are you suggesting that I am either obsessed with you or I find you attractive enough to…uhg!"
"Everyone is obsessed with me," I said snobbishly hoping to piss her off even more, but something Blondie said caught my attention. "Are you saying I'm not attractive?"
"What!? No," Spencer practically yelled her eyes got huge and she looked flustered. "God no, you look fucking hot! You know with light sweat you worked up from dancing, and your body…" She trailed off looking at me.
I was getting flushed just from the way she was looking at me. And I don't think I imagined her licking her lips when she said sweat either. I did a little happy dance in my head oh yeah she is gay. My libido was just begging to be let out to play with her.
"Hey what are you kids doing in here!" An old, fat, and bald man came running. Ok not running more like waddling as fast as he could toward us. We both were jerked out of our lust filled gaze. Shit it must be one of the teachers.
Talk about ruining a mood, just seeing him my libido shrieked and went running back into its little cave but still poked its head out to see if he was still there. Damnit and right when I was about to launch at her and rip her clothes off. Or she was going to rip my clothes off. Either one would be good in my book.
"Oh Mr. Plum sorry I was just about to go to work."
And she would be if this bozo hadn't interrupted, I thought. He was still panting from his exertion.
"It's ok Spencer," He smiled kindly at her and then turned his attention to me. "Who is this?"
"This is…Ashley. I asked her to help me out with the props and I was just explaining, she would get very hot and might work up a sweat." She grinned at me while she said this almost to see if I would catch any innuendoes.
"Ummm…ok, well Ashley don't give Spencer any trouble she knows what she is doing."
"Yes sir I'm sure she knows exactly what she is doing, especially with her hands." I grinned while he looked confused and scratches his head and mutters something about getting to work or something to that effect. Then off he goes waddling away again.
Leaving us alone.
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