Okay so... I know you guys are all like wth Holly is doing way too much with her life right now, she has two other stories out and she wants to start a new one. Well, I guess you'd kinda be right. I do have way too much going on...but who cares as long as I'm writing riiiiiiiight? riiiiiight? Who's with me?
Okay anyways. So this is the Sequel to Already Taken that I've been trying to avoid writing. Already Taken did so amazing, as far as you guys liking it and I guess I kinda just didn't wanna disappoint if I didn't go in the direction you guys were hoping for. This chapter will probably shock some of you...
The MORAL to this incredibly long and unnecessarily story is that I'm posting this to see if all you Already Taken Fans are still interested in reading it. Review and let me know. Or don't review and I guess that would be letting me know as well.
Chapter 1
"I can't believe your dad got us this place. It's huge." I exclaimed as we entered the huge apartment. It was in a prime location. Only a few blocks away from NYU and even within walking distance to Times Square. It must have cost a fortune. That's not even the best part—he paid up our rent for the next four years so all we had to focus on was school. How nice is he?
"Well, I guess he figured that since I wasn't going back there, not if you weren't, then he might as well make us as comfortable as he could here." She said with a smile, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around me. "Are you okay? You know, with all that's happened?"
I turned my head to look at her. "I'm perfectly fine as long as I have you Ms. Davies." I tell her truthfully with a smile. I have been through a lot over the last year and I'm not sure how I would have gotten through any of it without Ashley.
"Good. Cause if you weren't we could totally go back. I wouldn't have a problem with it, Spencer." I turned my self in her arms so that we were now facing each other.
"I love you, Ashley. Don't think for a second I regret my decision to leave LA., because I don't. There is no where I'd rather be and no one I'd rather be here with." I said and kissed her lips sweetly.
"As long as you're sure." She said with a smile.
"One hundred percent." I retorted.
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It's been almost two years since Ashley and I got to New York and I could possibly say it's been two of the best years of my life. After leaving California we decided that it was irresponsible to leave and not at least tell Ashley's dad where we were. I was scared to death but Ashley was as calm as ever. She said that she would make him understand and that if he didn't we would just leave and go somewhere else before he got here.
Thankfully, he understood. He said he figured we'd do something like running away when he told us that we couldn't take our little vacation in the middle of the school year, so he'd prepared for it. Apparently he had someone tailing us the whole time, he knew where we were all along. When we got to New York and decided to call him, he said he was waiting on the call.
He was mad at first but then Ashley told him that she didn't want to go back to LA, that it made more sense to stay here since I would be moving here in the Summer anyway for school. She convinced him to let her stay and he agreed, but only if she would allow him to put us up in a nice place, and we both finish out high school with a private tutor he set up. And he replenished Ashley's bank account with more money than before. He said he would not have his daughter and her girlfriend in a big city such as New York with only a few thousand dollars to live on. Raife is an amazing guy and an amazing dad.
So after he purchased us a nice apartment, and by nice I mean amazingly huge apartment, we moved in with all new furniture and a new outlook on life. We were on our own now. Not having to worry about what other people thought or having to hide our relationship. We were on cloud nine.
After winter break, Raife made good on that tutor and we finished out the year. We had a hell of a summer, exploring New York—and each other. After the summer ended Ashley had to finish up her Senior year and I was away every morning at school. It was hard at first... spending so much time together, all the time, then suddenly only seeing each other at night—when I wasn't too busy with my homework. But we made it work. Cause we are in love with each other. And when you love someone as much as I love Ashley... you would do anything, go anywhere, be anyone for her. I'm done with my first year at Tisch school for the arts at NYU and Ashley is just starting her first year there. Majoring in Music of course. It's gonna be great to see her around campus and to be able to have lunch with her and stuff again.
Madison and I kept in touch of course. Her and Aiden both attended the University of Southern California. They are happy as ever and I'm extremely happy for them. I haven't spoken to my parent's since that day I left...not once did they call. Not to see if I was okay, or even to check if I was still alive. They didn't care, as long as they didn't have to see or deal with me anymore.
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"Ashley for the last time I told you that I didn't want anything for my birthday. Turning twenty is not something I want to celebrate." I tell her taking the gift wrapped box from her hand—placing it down on the table in front of us.
"What?" She asks, her voice an entire octave higher than normal. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with turning twenty years old Spencer. You act like you're turning fifty." She tells me as she moves closer to me.
"Well. It's close enough." I say pouting. She wraps her arms around me and kisses my pout away.
"Don't be crazy." She says then kisses my lips again. "Now open your gift." She picks up the gift wrapped box off the table and hands it to me. "You're gonna love it. I promise." She adds with a smile.
"Fine." I drawl out, taking the box out of her hand. "It better not be something crazy expensive." I say as I begin to unwrap it. "Oh my God!" I breathe out as I look down at the item in the box.
"So you like it then?" She asks and I look up to see her smirking.
"Ashley I can't—this is... Ashley no." I finally say. "I can't take this." I shake my head, shoving the box back to her.
"Spencer-"
"No." I cut her off. "I'm not taking this."
"But-"
"Ashley this is a Nikon D3X. These camera's are almost eight thousand dollars. How do you expect me to be able to accept this from you?" I ask, my mouth agape. I can't believe she did this. As sweet as it is, she knows that I didn't want anything so expensive for my birthday.
"Well technically, it's from me and my dad." She says, plastering a smile on her face. "So technically, I didn't really spend anything but four thousand dollars." She adds.
"Which is still too much." I say shaking my head. "I can't take this Ashley. I'm sorry." I had her back the box.
"Well, how do you expect to be a photography major and get good grades with that piece of crap camera you have Spencer? Please, if you never take another gift from me in your life, accept this one. Please?" She asks, tilting her head to the side. She knows what that does to me.
"Ashley-"
"Please." She begs again. Batting her eyelashes and pouting her beautiful pink lips.
"Ugh!" I groan out. "Fine." I tell her. "But under one condition." I say holding a finger up.
"You have to promise that you wont buy me anything else... like ever again." I say and she nods and smiles.
"I promise." She says. The sly smirk on her face giving her away, though.
"Mhm." I mumble out as I reconnect our lips in a kiss. "Thank you." I say pulling back. "I love it." I tell her honestly. It's the best gift I've ever gotten. It's funny how since I met Ashley she's given me the first and second best gifts I've ever gotten in my whole entire life.
"You're welcome baby." She tells me pulling my face closer, kissing my lips harder—needier. Just as the kiss was starting to intensify, even more, my phone rings from the living room. "Fuck!" Ashley yells out, pulling away from our kiss. "I'll get it." She tells me sighing—clearly annoyed that our make out session was interrupted.
"I'm gonna start dinner." I tell her retreating form. I grab a pan from in the cabinet as I hear Ashley say a hello. I go to the fridge and grab the chicken and asparagus.
"Spence, it's your dad." Ashley says, sounding just as surprised as my face probably looks right now. I haven't talked to my dad since before we left LA. The only people I have talked to are Glen, Madison and Aiden. But what could my dad possibly want after almost two years. Ashley walks over and hands me the phone. I put it to my ear, trying to find my voice to say hello.
"Hello." His deep voice says on the other line. "Spencer you there?" He asks, desperation seeping from his voice.
"I'm—I'm here." I croak out. It's weird to hear his voice after so long. I feel like I could cry. Like I left a part of me back in LA. A part that I'll probably never get back.
"Um... I'm not sure how to tell you this Spencer, I've been trying to work up the courage to tell you this for a couple of months now." I remain quiet. He clears his throat and continues. "Spencer, your mom... she... she's real sick honey..." he trails off. I can hear the pain in his voice. Still, I say nothing. What do I say? "She has breast cancer, Spencer." He says finally and my breath hitches.
I know my mom hasn't always treated me the best, or done right by me always, but she is my mother. And despite her closed mindedness and bigotry, I can't help but still love her. She's my mother and I will always love her.
"I-" I start. What do you say at a time like this? I hate it when something is wrong with you or you're dying and someone tells you they're sorry. Sorry doesn't heal me. It doesn't make me feel better. They are just meaningless words at a time like this. A waste of breath.
"She wants to see you, Spencer." He says, breaking me from my thoughts. I look up from the floor, to a worried Ashley, who I hadn't even noticed, has moved considerably closer to me—probably when I had that sharp intake of breath.
"Arthur, I don't know. I have to think about it." I tell her. Don't think I'm a bad person. I just... I need time... you would too.
"I understand. Please don't wait too long though." He says and I get what he means.
"Okay." I breathe out and hang up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Ashley asks the second I pull the phone down from my ear.
I shake my head, not knowing if the words would even form on my tongue. Sometimes you wonder why things like this happen to people who claim to be so close to God that they can hear his thoughts. That's how my mother was and has always been.
"Spencer, baby please talk to me." She says as I slide down the fridge to the floor.
"My mom..." I let it hang in the air.
"What about her?" She asks, confusion and worry written all over her face.
I take a deep breath and swallow, trying to will myself to say the words. Say it! Just freaking say it!
"She..." I swallow the lump in my throat... "She has breast cancer." Finally falls from my lips and Ashley's eyes go wide.
