Okay, so I've started a new story. I know, I suck! But watching 3x16 and reading one of my favourite books, that this is very loosely based on, I couldn't help myself.
It's almost finished on the computer and is only about 7/8 chapters. It's AU, very AU, because Spencer, in my opinion, would never cheat on someone, or behind someones back.
You'll get the jist of the story in the first opening chapter, I hope. And maybe some of you will see where I am going with it.
Hope you like, tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, well, let's just say a few things would be very different.
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Friday
Spencer lay back in her bed as she watched the petite brunette run around for her clothes. Blue eyes followed her as she picked up several items and threw them into a handbag, her hair was a giant mess but she would sort it in the car. She was good at things like that.
The blonde turned and looked at the digital clock at the side of her bed and blinked as it flicked over to eight fifteen. The woman, who was flitting around her room like a hummingbird on crack, was late and she was cursing the whole time. She threw her bag over her shoulder and ran over to the bed, kissing Spencer quickly and making her way to the door.
"Tell her about us." Spencer kept her eyesight on the woman as she rolled her eyes.
"I will. Soon, I promise." With another kiss and a wink, the woman was out of the door and Spencer listened to the footfalls as they landed on each concrete step, leading down to the street below.
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Spencer Carlin believed fully in true-love. She believed in love at first sight and believed sparks flew at the touch of a hand. From eighteen she realised she was never going to have a husband and four kids, mainly because she was gay and had a phobia of children, but she knew she would live in a nice house with a woman she loved.
She also believed that she would work in a high-flying job of Public Relations and be the envy of businesses all around LA. She would have Armani suits and a Porche that would be the cat's cream of her neighborhood.
Unfortunately, as she stared at the ever growing crack in her ceiling, those dreams didn't come true.
She was a Personal Assistant to one Aiden Dennison who, although kind, was screaming repressed homosexuality and bathed in Axe. She had spent her late teenage years and a few of her early twenties, traveling with her best friend Madison Duarte. They had seen the sights of Paris and felt the heat of Egypt, and the whole time she pushed down the feeling of guilt that she still wasn't on the career ladder of life. When Madison had announced she was setting up business to teach dancing, Spencer had been sent into a backspin of having to learn to find a job.
Of course, she had applied to all the big companies and, of course, they had turned her down due to lack of experience. What use was a degree in something when you couldn't do the physical things? She had swallowed her pride and applied to the business her ex-boyfriend had set up; whilst she was sipping Daiquiris on a ship in the Caribbean with Madison. He had accepted her with a shit-eating grin and she had started the Monday after.
Aiden was nice enough, if a little stuck up and pompous. His hair was always perfect and his watch always set to the exact second. Their past hadn't helped them and Aiden treated Spencer as an employer, not his ex-girlfriend who stamped all over his heart at prom. Not that it was her fault. She had needed him to know that she was gay, how was she to know he would start crying and clinging to her pretty blue dress?
Spencer raised an eyebrow at the damp crack on her roof. She considered telling her neighbours about it, not that she knew who they were. For the two years she had lived in her mediocre apartment she had seen her upstairs neighbours two or three times. He was pale, like he didn't go out enough, and Spencer often thought if she hugged him she would snap him in half. His wife was a short plump woman, with a faux fur coat and orange lipstick. Surprisingly, they had a very rampant sex life and Spencer had often been watching Big Brother with the background acoustics of overdramatic 'Oh Baby's' and 'Yes, yeses.'
There had been several occasions when Spencer was in the middle of sex with her lover, that she too would scream out loud and bang her headboard like a cavewoman to drown out the simultaneous love-making duo in the flat above her.
Spencer had always been competitive.
It was at Dennison Designs that Spencer had met her lover. Carmen Sanchez was an artist with a quick wit, mysterious eyes and a personality that could melt a stone of heart. Although her nose was a little too straight and her make-up a little too heavy; Carmen had managed to grab the attention of Spencer within a week. She had an air of confidence about her, her clothes were always tight fitting, but professional, and the second she had smirked at the blonde; Spencer was lost.
A month later Carmen had taken Spencer out for lunch, to 'arrange a few meetings', and had leant across the small table. Fingers intertwined and Carmen's grey eyes never looked away from Spencer's, causing the blonde to blush. And not the cute blushing that was often written about. No, the clammy, sweaty, bright red blush that had caused Carmen to chuckle deeply.
"You know." Carmen had said, "I've wanted to do this for so long." She clasped one of Spencer's hand's between her own.
"Mmhm."
"I'm in a relationship, you know? But I can't help the way I feel."
"Mmhm."
"Look, just think about it okay? It won't be uncomfortable at work, if you say no, but I want this chance with you."
"Mmhm."
It wasn't that Spencer didn't have female attention. She did. But since her breakup to her last girlfriend, Kelly, she hadn't exactly been looking for a real relationship. See, Kelly was two years younger than Spencer and wanted to party each night. Spencer would rather watch American Idol and eat curries from the tray. Their relationship had, by some miracle, lasted for four years and Spencer ignored the warning signs of Kelly becoming bored. It was on her twenty-fifth birthday that Kelly, in the middle of peeling a carrot, had broken the news.
"So, I've been promoted at work."
"That's great!" Spencer had flung her arms around her blonde and rested her cheek on a pale shoulder. "You've wanted this for so long. We're moving to New York, right?"
"Not exactly." She continued peeling, but her only achievement had been to dig a hole into the side of the orange vegetable.
"What do you mean?" She let go of the stiff girl and watched as she placed the food down onto the counter in front of her.
"I mean, I'm moving to New York. Alone."
Kelly had then taken to her role of the crying, sorrowful breaker-upper perfectly. She had begged Spencer not to be mad at her, but she was just too young for a real relationship and had wanted to expand her horizons just that little bit more. She had promised her that there was no one else and she just needed to get away.
A month later, Madison came around with a bottle of red wine and the news that Kelly was engaged to some upcoming actress in New York.
Bitch.
Spencer turned and looked at the clock. She knew she should go to sleep, but was there really any point? Who slept at 8:30 at night? See, Carmen had been in a rush to get out of her apartment in the bid to attend her girlfriends...whatever. Spencer had been too busy licking a path across a smooth stomach to care about Carmen's girlfriends' career.
For the year that she and Carmen had been together, Carmen had been with another woman for four. Ashley was her name, beautiful by any standards but Spencer hated her nonetheless. Not that she had ever met the singer, but still. It was the mistresses' prerogative to hate the girlfriend, right? Apparently, she and Carmen had met at some dinner for the engagement of Ashley's best friend Chelsea Daniels. They had hit it off straight away, had fucked the same night and were living together three months later.
According to Carmen, their relationship was on the rocks and that was why she was with Spencer. Every Wednesday and Friday, the two would meet up for a rambunctious affair and then Carmen would slink away to her brunette beauty. Each Wednesday and Friday, Spencer had told Carmen to leave Ashley for her and each Wednesday and Friday Carmen replied the same thing.
"I will. Soon, I promise."
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Sunday
"She's never going to leave her girlfriend for you, Spence." Madison announced in the middle of a tivoed Survivor. "And you're turning into one of those women we hate."
Women they hated consisted of many areas for the two friends. Women with big breasts (though, Spencer begged to differ on that one), women with perfect teeth, women with perfect bodies and women who steal other women's partners. Those were the top four. They had made the list as they giggled over some Michael Jackson wannabe in Vegas.
"No, I'm not. Carmen loves me."
"Do you love her?" A lit cigarette was pointed in her direction and Spencer scowled. "Come on, it's been over a year. She. Is. Not. Leaving. Ashley. For. You."
"She might."
"She won't. Break it off and find someone else, you deserve better than Carmen fucking Sanchez."
"I know, but it's been a year. I think I could love her."
"You love that she gives you attention and great sex, Spencer. Get over it."
With that conversation in the back of her mind, Spencer grabbed a notepad and a pen and began to write down everything she hated about Carmen. If she was going to do this, and she was, she needed to have good reasons for breaking off the affair.
Her lack of commitment.
Her gold necklace.
The way she argues with me about taking her shoes off when she comes into the house.
Her bangs.
The way she eats pasta and gets sauce around her mouth, and on my mothers tablecloth.
The way she laughs at my reality television shows and turns the channel onto some arty-farty shit.
Her nose. (There was nothing wrong with her nose, but Spencer was on a role.)
Her stupid paintings that littered the kitchen.
The list continued until she had at least two pages. Madison had cheered her on, before turning back to American Idol and screaming at Paula for being a "giant slut." Spencer leant back on her couch and sipped her wine.
She didn't need Carmen. She needed a woman who would look after her, care for her and not run away at eight o'clock every Wednesday and Friday night. She wanted someone who would get along with Madison and her parents, someone who would watch reality television with her and not get pasta sauce on her white table cloth.
A loud knocking on the door pulled Spencer from her positive mind-set and she looked at Madison. The woman was too engrossed in the horrible rendition of Celine Dion's "It's all coming back to me." to even notice someone was at the door. Sighing, she hauled herself up off of the couch and proceeded to the doorway. Checking herself in the mirror, because you never know when Megan Fox might change her mind, she opened the door and gasped loudly.
"Honey-bun." Carmen grinned. "I left her."
Damn it all to hell and back.