My Legacy, My Future pt. 1

A/N: Okay, so this is the sequel of "My Story, My Life." Basically, it's set to several months later. Ashley is now in college and Spencer is a senior in high school. So yeah, review if you want, and I'll most def try to get back at you guys and gals asap. Uhm, I'm also open to ideas, so if you have any, throw 'em at me. Okay, so enjoy.

The smile she caused only a few minutes ago, still lingers on your face. You quickly grab your books, because you can't be late. It'd be a bad impression to be late to your music class, especially since you've finally decided to make it your major. You remember the day you got your acceptance letter. The day you made the Symphonic band. the day you got into that prestigious vocal class, because you're finally going to start singing all those songs. At first, you weren't even going to try out, but you needed to bring that back to your life. It always seemed to help when things got bad.

You glance at the two pictures on your mirror. One is from home, the one with you and Spencer, and the other is new. You met someone named Amanda recently, and you two hit it off, and just by chance, you ended up being room mates. You know it probably will never get farther than friends, and it really doesn't bother you. You still feel like you don't need a girlfriend, just a friend.

By the time you reach the music building, your mind drifts to another time. You remember that day you met Spencer.

I walked into the band room. I didn't feel the need to look around in awe as some other kids did. I already knew this room. I already knew these people. As I took a seat, I noticed a girl sat next to me that I hadn't recognized. I just merely thought she was new. It wasn't like me to talk to kids like her. I glanced at what she was wearing. The shoes, I didn't mind so much, because who can't admire a good pair of Chuck's? But as far as her clothes, someone should tell her how to match and to shop at stores besides Abercrombie and Shit.

"Hi, I'm Spencer. And you are?" she asked, holding at her hand.

At first, I merely looked at her hand, as if it were a foreign object.

"Uh…" smart answer, smart answer. "Today, I haven't decided yet."

She laughed at me, and I smiled back. I had just now noticed her blue eyes. They were beautiful. You could drown yourself in them.

"I'm Ashley," I said, when our laughter finally died down.

You shake your head, and push away your memory. Knowing it won't help at all.

You haven't seen her since that one day on the beach. She called you so many times, you eventually blocked her number. You were just so ready to start over. You now live in a dorm, an hour away from her, and life feels a lot better now. You've heard stories, and rumors about her, but truth be told, you don't care anymore. Or at least that's what you tell yourself day in and day out.

You were never one for smoking, but you can still taste the poisons in your mouth, even though it was at least twenty minutes since your last drag. Your therapists is still that creepy guy you can't really stand, and the only reason why you still go, is because shockingly, he knows what he's talking about.

You still occasionally talk to Tally, that one girl you met online, but not like how you used to. It's understandable though. You're both in college now, and things aren't the same anymore. You don't depend on each other as much, or at least you're trying not to.

"Hey Ash. Someone called. They left you a message," Amanda said, as soon as I walked into our dorm.

"Oh. Who was it?" I asked, looking down at the message.

"Uhm, some girl. I think her name was Summer? Not sure. I wrote her name down on the note."

"Not Summer you dufous, Spencer."

How did she even get this number?

"Are you gonna call her back, or just stare at the sheet of paper?" Amanda said giggling. She was so adorable sometimes. I'm almost positive that if she wasn't straight, I'd date her.

"Uhm, I don't think I'm going to call her," I finally replied, my eyes finally leaving the note.

"Huh, how come?"

"It's a long story."

"Oh, well not that my opinion matters or anything, but she sounded upset."

"Of course your opinion matters Amanda. Maybe I will call her. But I'll have to do it tomorrow. I think she's in school right now."

"Okay. So, are we still up for that rave tonight?" Amanda asked, her face immediately lighting up.

Amanda loved parties and raves. She always made me go, just in case she wanted to make a guy "get lost." She'd just grab me, and say that we were together. It never bothered me. I was just there to be a good friend. Most of the time, I had a lot of fun anyways.

"Yeah, of course. I'd never leave you to fend for yourself!"

She laughed and ran off to her next class.

My eyes slowly adjust as Amanda and I enter the club. The only thing I hate about these places is the lighting. It drives me nuts. That and fucking glow sticks.

"Hey, I'm gonna grab a drink. What do you want?" Amanda asked.

"Just water," I replied.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

"Okay," I said, watching her walk towards the bar.

I took a look around, trying to see if there were any people that I knew. I froze when I noticed someone standing in the corner, wearing what appeared to be a light blue dress. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Amanda come back towards me.

"Hey, what exactly did you and Spencer talk about over the phone?" I asked Amanda.

"Nothing really. I mean, she asked me to tell you she called, and she said she was an old friend. Oh, and I invited her to hang with us tonight."

"What?!"

"Why? Is that a problem Ash?"

"Uh, yeah, just a little bit."

"How come? I thought she was your friend?"

"Yeah, key word: was. Like two years ago Amanda!"

"I don't see what the big deal is. Just go over there. She's actually kind of hot Ash. Go dance with her."

"Ugh, Amanda I swear--"

She pushed me towards the blonde.

"I'm serious, otherwise you're doing body shots with me."

One thing about Amanda, was that as straight as she was, she absolutely loved body shots with other girls. As for me, the whole "body" part I didn't mind, I just so wasn't in the mood for a hangover.

"Ugh, okay okay, I'm going."

"Hi Spencer," I said shyly. What the fuck? I don't get shy!

"Hi," her face lit right up. "I really didn't think I'd get to see you. I was afraid--"

"Wanna dance?" I asked, interrupting her.

Her grin grew even bigger, and she blushed slightly.

"I'd love too."