Chapter 1: A Hot Brunette & A Bothered Spencer

This is my first shot at writing fan fiction so let me know what you think. It's partially based on true events. Hope you guys enjoy it!

*beep beep*

I roll over to check the text awakening me from my deep sleep.

It's undoubtedly from my controlling girlfriend, Pacey.

Come over in an hour. Don't be late!

Why does she insist on me coming over so early? It's only eight in the morning in the summer!

Not wanting to make her mad, I get out of bed and decide on a cut off tee shirt and basketball shorts with my old black Vans. Walking into the dining room my parents, Paula and Arthur, reside in their chairs at the dining table. I ready myself for the argument that is sure to ensue.

"Good morning," I say looking at the two.

"How'd you sleep, sweetheart?" my dad replies, getting a sideways glance from my mother.

"Fine, I was wondering if I can drive to Pacey's house to hang out," My mother begins to get a flustered look.

"Spencer, you know that we don't want you over there every day. You are too caught up in this girl that is going nowhere. She is three years older than you and has done nothing with her life. Why not find some "friends" your own age?" Paula replies. It's apparent me coming out still has not settled well with her.

"Dad?" I look to my father with a questioning look, hoping he will get me out of this situation.

He moves from his chair to guide me into the family room. His face shows the stress lines that have formed from many years of worry and hard work as a counselor.

"I'll let you go to Pacey's house this time, but you need to start discussing things with your mother and myself. Letting you go before talking to your mother has not helped our relationships in this family. Have fun sweetheart, but don't forget to call once you get to Pacey's," he says with a stern face.

"Thank you, Dad. I love you," I give him a look that shows I'm being sincere.

I walk up to the door of Pacey's house and knock which makes the dogs begin barking. The dogs aren't Pacey's, but her roommates' dogs that are little terrors. Crimson answers the door and gives me a look as to say "why are you here" before yelling for Pacey. I step inside to get stared down by Crimson whose real name is Stacey. Why she asks to be called Crimson is still beyond me.

In comes Pacey, who doesn't say anything, but only moves her finger to motion for me to follow her.

Going back in time, I met Pacey through some friends of mine. I had a bad break up with the girl I claimed was my first love and Pacey started talking to me on Facebook a day later. Pacey and Shanice, my ex-girlfriend, were friends, but Pacey had an eye for me. Between my flirtatious flings with girls that never went anywhere and my emotional alone times with Shanice while she played games with my head, I didn't have much time for Pacey. I repeatedly denied Pacey due to the fact I wasn't attracted to her, but that didn't stop her constant nagging. After Shanice hooked up with my best friend and another girl while I was in the same house six months later, I decided it was time for me to give up on Shanice and give Pacey a shot. Pacey moved really fast with jumping at the chance, as well as jumping in bed. Seven months later I'm stuck in a relationship that doesn't seem to be going in any particular direction, but down.

Back to now, I follow Pacey to her room and shut the door behind me. Pacey pushes me up against the door and decides it's time to take over my mouth in sloppy kissing that is her definition of making out. What happens after several minutes was her typical sexual greeting. Once she completes her release its time to talk.

"What are on the books for today, Spencer?" Pacey inquires.

"Don't you have a softball game later today?" I reply with a question.

"Yeah, if you can come that is."

"I'll be there, but I need to call my parents before Paula freaks out."

"God… your parents are so difficult," she whines.

"Hi mom… Yes, I know…. Okay, I understand… Yeah, I'll be home by ten… See you then. Bye."

"Spencer!" she shrieks.

"Yes, Pacey?" I reply already annoyed with my current girlfriend.

"The game is at eight," she says with a pissed look.

"And?"

"We always do stuff after the game."

"Not tonight, I guess."

She shakes her head while saying, "You and your curfews."

After a long day, we are finally at the well-kept ball park with its turf fields and modern buildings housing the snack bar and several other attractions for ball park-goers.

"We are on Field One against the Beasty Ballers. What a name, huh?" Pacey says looking at her schedule.

I look across the way, lost in mindless thought, to see my best friend, Madison talking to her girlfriend, Carmen. As we approach the two, Madison looks at me and says, "Hey, you two ready to play?"

I give her a look like "are you kidding me?" while pointing at my casted left arm.

Her expression turns into a smirk not being able to keep a serious tone while giving me a hard time because I got injured in cheer practice. Madison thinks cheerleading is not a sport and hasn't been very supportive since the start.

Once we do away with the insistent teasing, we make our way into seats to watch Pacey play softball. I pull out my phone to busy myself seeing as the game is starting to get boring.

Halfway through the second inning, I feel a presence next to me and look up to see a beautiful brunette move into the row of seats above me. I try to ignore her, but my infatuation with her beauty is hard to ignore and she gives me a small smile. I return the smile and turn back around to hide the blush forming on my cheeks. I feel a slight tap on my shoulder and turn around quickly almost smacking my cast into the gorgeous girl's face.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I just was going to ask you what happened to your arm."

I must've been staring at her awkwardly because after a second I hear her say, "Is there something on my face?"

"Yeah, Spencer, why are you staring at her so creepily?" Madison replies with an evil grin forming on her face. After smacking Madison in the arm, I turn back to the girl.

"No, I just was….um….thinking about something? Anyway, I was cheerleading and fell from the top of the pyramid." I laugh nervously after replying. "Oh and I'm Spencer by the way."

"It's nice to meet you, Spencer. I'm Ashley; just moved here from New York and looking for something entertaining to do in L.A. My sister conned me into going to this ball park to, in her words, 'pick up hot guys.'" I take the hand she extends to me as a greeting. Making a fool of myself again, I don't stop shaking her hand until she slowly pulls her hand away with the other hand.

Next, thing I know I feel like I'm falling, then nothing…