Alright, kids! I got a new Spemily for ya! This is a full length story, so get ready! This idea was given (very graciously, I might add) to me by FUNKYSHAY, who has been amazing in providing me with some great inspiration for some Spemily stuff!

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Chapter 1: Jealousy

Sweat trickled down the face of Spencer Hastings as she lined up for another shot with her field hockey stick. It was an unusually hot evening in late July, with the temperature in the high 90s. However, all Spencer cared about was taking her anger out on something inanimate. After earlier that day, she really needed it. She gave a grunt as she swang fast and hard, hitting the next ball in line into the goal. As she brought her stick up in another back swing, she failed to notice the person walking up behind her and it resulted in her stick hitting flesh.

"Ow! Spencer!" A wincing Emily hunched over a bit, holding her shoulder in pain.

"Oh my god! Emily! I am so sorry! I had no idea, are you okay!" Spencer went into panic mode, for fear of seriously injuring her tan skinned friend. She rushed over and put her hand on Emily's back.

Emily glared up at Spencer, "What are you practicing for? Field hockey or war? Jesus Spence…that was some back swing!" Emily rubbed her shoulder and rolled it in circles, trying to shake the new ache that resided there.

"It's…sort of a long story. Look, come on inside with me and we'll get some ice for that. I'm sorry again, Em. I was just so…focused," Spencer apologized again, setting her stick down and leading Emily towards the back door of her home.

Spencer grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it in a towel before handing it to Emily, who took a seat on the couch. Spencer grabbed a bottle of water before joining her. Sweat trickled down Spencer's pale skin, and Emily watched as Spencer dabbed herself dry with a hand towel.

"Care to explain why you were turning field hockey balls into cannon balls?" Emily asked, her eyebrows raised.

Spencer sighed and licked her lips in preparation to explain, "Well, today, Toby decided it might be best if the two of us took some time off." Spencer's scratchy voice was filled with bitterness, and Emily's eye's widened.

"He broke up with you?"

"Yeah…apparently he hates the whole long distance thing. He's staying here while I'm going up to Brown. Which, by the way, is not that far away," Spencer shook her head and wiped her brow as she sipped her water. "Anyway, after I left his place I came back here…and well, I've been out there since," Spencer shook her head, trying to rid herself of the sadness that was building up.

"Spence…" Emily began.

"And how could he do that, anyway? He was the first to say 'I love you,' he basically started this relationship…and now he just doesn't want to deal with a little distance? God…and I gave up my virginity to him and," Spencer paused for a moment, tears pricking at her brown eyes. Emily remained silent, but moved over next to Spencer and rubbed her arm. "And I just thought that maybe he was the guy who wasn't going to leave me, you know?" Spencer was crying now. Although she was embarrassed that she actually allowed herself to cry over a guy, let alone in front of her best friend.

"Maybe a guy isn't what you need right now," Emily suggested, tucking a strand of her long, ebony hair behind her ear and catching Spencer's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked, furrowing her brow.

Emily smiled and wiped Spencer's tears away with her soft thumbs. For a moment, Emily looked straight into Spencer's wet eyes and pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth curved upward in their usual smirk. "I just mean, maybe you just need to play the field, you know?" Emily smiled at Spencer, still holding her face in her hands.

"Thanks, Em. But I gotta ask, why did you come over in the first place?" Spencer asked, switching gears. Emily picked up the ice pack and played with it for a moment.

"Well, I need some outfit advice. I have a date in two hours and I just want to look good. I really like Samara, and we're going to the pond in the park to watch the firework show that's going on for that end of summer thing," Emily explained. Spencer nodded, feeling an unexpected pang of jealousy. Why did she feel jealous? Was it Emily's more successful love life? Or was it…Samara?

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, you're sort of seeing her, right?" Spencer asked nonchalantly.

"Well, it's nothing official, and we haven't even kissed or anything. But I just want to impress her and everything," Emily rambled nervously, playing with her soft hair. Spencer frowned in her mind. For some reason, she was upset that Emily would go to so much trouble for a girl she didn't know that well instead of for someone she was closer to. Someone like Spencer.

Shaking the thought from her mind, Spencer grinned and grabbed Emily's hand, dragging her towards her room. "I have the perfect idea." And with that, the duo dissappeared upstairs where Spencer went to work.

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"Can I see how I look now?" Emily asked anxiously as she sat on the stool in front of Spencer's vanity, her back to the mirror. Spencer grinned as she applied the final touches, and gave a satisfied smile.

"There. Now you can look," Spencer backed up and sat on the bed as Emily turned around to look at her appearance in Spencer's mirror.

"Oh, wow!" Emily said in a low whisper as she looked at herself, amazed at Spencer's handy work. Emily wore an aqua blue, speghetti strap, cotton mini dress with white 4 inch wedges. Her jewlery was all white, and her hair was in it's natural waves, with it going over her left shoulder as usual. Her eye makeup was smokey, and made her dark eyes shine. She was amazed at how good Spencer was at this sort of thing.

Emily turned to look at Spencer and gave her a greatful smile.

"Thank you, I love it. The dress is perfect!" Emily looked down at the short summer dress and grinned.

"I thought it'd look better on you. You've got the skin for it," Spencer nodded warmly, loving the glimmer in Emily's eyes.

"Well, your makeup work helped…" Emily said modestly.

Spencer shook her head and stood up, "You look so beautiful, Em. But I had nothing to do with that. You would look gorgeous in a paper bag. I know Samara will be more than impressed tonight," Spencer said reassuringly. Emily checked the time on her phone.

"Shit. I'm supposed to meet her in fifteen minutes. I better get going." Emily looked at Spencer with dismay. Spencer nodded and walked with Emily downstairs.

"Okay, well, have a blast, Emily!" Spencer hugged her best friend and looked at her admiringly, "I know you will."

"I will just because you told me to!" Emily joked, reaching for the door, "Bye, Spence!" And before Spencer could reply, Emily was gone.

"Goodbye, Emily. And good luck…"

Just then, Spencer got an idea, but she hated it. She was contemplating eavesdropping in on Emily's date. But then she thought, what would Emily do? Emily wouldn't spy on her best friend unless it was really important. Spencer chewed her bottom lip as she tried to process what she was about to do. Hell, she didn't even know why she was going. Some impulsive instinct just told her to go to the park pond and see how things go. So, regretably, Spencer grabbed her keys and headed towards the park as well.

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When she got there, she parked a couple blocks down and walked towards the pond in the late evening light. She kept an eye out for any signs of Samara or Emily. Spencer made her way around the pond, spotting many couples and groups of friends sitting on blankets or benches or even lawn chairs waiting for the firework show. Spencer finally caught glimpse of Emily and Samara sitting on the edge of one of the docks, their shoes behind them and their toes in the water. They were sitting close and Spencer felt that surge of jealousy again. She moved to lean against the trunk of a willow tree where she had a sight line of the duo's faces. She watched carefully as they laughed and talked, and Spencer was beginning to feel worse and worse about following her.

Every once and a while, Samara would reach over and touch Emily's face or play with her hair, and every time Spencer would feel a burning in her gut. An angry burn. But what was she supposed to do? Emily couldn't possibly have feelings for Spencer. They were best friends, and that was it.

As soon as the clock hit nine and the sun was fully down, the fireworks show began, but Spencer kept her eyes focused on Emily and Samara. Samara leaned over and whispered something to Emily that caused Emily to stop laughing and look at Samara in the eyes. Samara grinned and then the worst came. Samara cupped the back of Emily's neck and kissed her slowly. Spencer looked away in anger, unable to supress her protective and jealous feelings.

Then she realized it.

She realized that she cared for Emily. Spencer cared for Emily more than was good for either of them.

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So tell me what you think, Kids! I'm excited to hear reactions to this love triangle stuff! :) Hopefully I get enough reviews to update TOMORROW!