Hey guys! Its Kimberly aka chxndelier and here is another one shot I scraped off the surface for you guys. I got my inspiration from the movie Perks of Being a Wallflower! If you haven't seen the movie, I highly recommend you watch it. Oh and if you have read the PLL books, you might see a scene in here that's similar to a certain one in the books AND you might notice that Spencer is kind of like Emily Fields in the books. Also, there are a couple of songs in here that are mentioned from the rock band Fall Out Boy. That band right there is the reason I am still alive honestly. It has helped me through so much shit in my life and is helping me through something right now so, yeah.
Uh so yeah! This one shot may have somewhat abuse in it, slight depression, deaths, and severe blackouts. So if you don't like any of this stuff, please don't read. Enjoy! I loooove you guys.
Birthdays were always fun. Especially for Spencer Hastings. The tiny girl was turning six years old today and she knew all too well what that meant. Spencer threw the covers from over her and hopped out of her bed, her little feet moving as fast as they could. Thank God her birthday was on a Saturday this year. Both of her hands flew around the door knob of her parents' bedroom. As much as she twisted this way or that way, she just couldn't get it open.
"Mommy! Daddy!" The girl called out, her voice squeaking. "Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! It's my birthday! It's my birthday!" She pressed her ear against the door. If she wasn't hallucinating, she was pretty sure she heard footsteps making their way over to the door. The door knob clinked softly and the little girl smiled.
She wasn't hallucinating.
And before she could look up, she was being lifted into the air, but it wasn't her neither of her parents.
"Happy birthday, Spencey!"
The little brunette turned her head, her curly locks following with every turn of her head. A huge smile fell onto her face as she wrapped her arms and legs around the figure.
"Uncle Ken!"
The man hoisted his neice on top of his shoulders, but not without letting out a small groan, "Not only did you make six today . . . but it feels like you gained six too!" The little girl and her uncle both let out small balls of laughter.
Uncle Ken then took both of Spencer's hand, holding them with a tight enough grip in which the girl wouldn't fall, "Motorcycle?" He asked, earning a squeal from the little girl on his neck. "Hold on tight, Spencey. This one is for birthday girls only!"
The man turned the newly six year old's hands as if they were handles on a motorcycle and made engine noises with his mouth. After seconds of teasing the tiny girl, he finally began running around the living room as fast as he could, spurs of laughter falling out of Spencer's mouth.
"Alright! Alright Kenneth!" Spencer's dad mumbled, finally making it out of the room. He attempted to rub some of the sleep out of his eyes before looking up at his daughter. A smile appeared on Peter's face when his eyes connected with his six year old daughter's and he saw the way she was smiling.
Peter walked over to his brother and daughter, stopping within arm's length of them. He then placed both of his hands underneath Spencer's armpit and lifted the girl off his brother's shoulders. Spencer found her a spot on her dad's hip and stared lovingly at him. "Daddy, it's my birthday."
"I know sweetheart," his smile widened as he glanced over at his brother to see the exact same loving smile on his brother's face, "And you wanna know what that means, Spencey?!"
The six year old placed a soft kiss on her father's cheek. "I know what it means already." She watched her father's eyebrows lift up in curiosity, "It means that you and mommy and me get to spend the whooole day together."
"And guess who gets to join us?" Spencer shook her head and told her father that she didn't like guessing. He chuckled before answering his own question, "Aria and Ali!"
Spencer's eyes lit up with excitement and the little brunette began squirming in her father's arms. "They are my bestest friends, daddy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The six year old girl showered kisses all over her daddy's face. "I love you sooooo much."
"I love you too." Peter placed a firm kiss on his daughter's forehead. "More than you would ever know sweetie."
"Don't forget about me."
Spencer Hastings turned her head away from her father and her eyes fell onto her Uncle Kenneth. "You know I love you a lot Uncle Ken."
Kenneth ruffled his niece's hair and kissed her forehead, "So I'm gonna go pick up Ali and Aria . . . you and your daddy and mommy need to get ready, okay Spencey?" He watched Spencer nod her head, the smile never leaving her face as she thought about the eventful day to come. "Well what are you waiting for? Go wake up mommy and tell her to get dressed!"
A now thirteen year old Spencer Hastings sat quietly in the chair waiting on her hair stylist to finish their customer. She let her eyes trace over the girl in the chair. Wow. She thought. I will never be that pretty. Her eyes traced over the blonde's facial features: blue oval shaped eyes, perfectly round face. No acne, no present bumps . . . nothing. The girl in that chair was perfect. Spencer shook the thoughts away from her mind and sighed briefly. The slender brunette shouldn't be looking at girls anyway. I don't care about girls. She grabbed one of the People's magazines from the mini table next to her seat. Of course, a lady, whom happened to be Jennifer Lawrence, was on the cover.
The girl groaned to herself and slapped the magazine back on the table. Lately, Spencer had been having strange thoughts about girls . . . and hugging them and kissing them and just touching them in general. Every time the girl had been in the locker room with her field hockey team, she would now always sneak a peek at one of her teammate's bra and sometimes even their bare backs.
The girl didn't know what was going on with her and she was seriously getting scared. And as much as she tried to push the thoughts away every time, it would just keep coming back. Spencer let her eyes drift over to the blonde girl in the chair again.
The blonde's head dropped as soon as Spencer connected her eyes with hers which caused the brunette to wrinkle her eyebrows. Was that girl staring at her too?
"Hanna," Spencer's hair stylist, Jordana, groaned, "If you want this done correctly sweetie, you're going to have to stop moving your head." The lissome brunette smirked to herself, grabbing the magazine she had thrown down earlier and placing it over her face to hide her expression. So she was looking at me. And this made Spencer feel really jittery inside.
Her eyes shut tightly as she tried her best not to squeal, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering. Thank God for that magazine she had covering her face. But Spencer's jittery, butterflies feel soon left and was replaced with joy and relief as her two best friends, Aria and Alison walked through the door of the hair salon, the bell jingling on the door as it opened and shut. The girls had a huge smile on their face as they made their way over to Spencer Hastings.
"Happy birthday to the smartest, hottest, dorkiest best friend in the whole wide world!" Aria's voice echoed throughout the salon and the three best friends giggled. Spencer blushed as people that she didn't even know cheered and shouted happy birthday to her. The beautiful Mexican woman that was sitting next to her even wished her a happy birthday in Spanish. The slender girl thanked the woman and she was pretty sure the lady's eyes lit up with obvious excitement. "I can't believe you're officially a teen!"
"It's no big deal." The birthday girl mumbled. She rolled and unrolled the magazine in her hands and looked up at her friends, "What are you doing here Ali? I thought you were going to the mall with Charlotte." Charlotte was an older high school girl that likes to make friends with younger kids, preferably the ones that hadn't made it to high school yet. She, like Ali, was also a blonde and the two got along amazingly well.
"Oh yeah, I did go to the mall with Charlotte . . . and so did Aria."
Spencer's eyebrows rose in slight disbelief. "But before you get all offensive, we only went to get you a birthday gift." Alison nudged Aria and the small girl began fidgeting through her purse, her pink streaks peeking through her natural colored hair. Only seconds later, she had pulled out a small, wrinkled paper bag that looked as if it had been decorated with marker and crayons. Aria Montgomery handed the bag over to her brunette best friend, a smile forming on Spencer's face. "Happy birthday, dork."
Spencer took the bag from her friend and stuck her hand inside, feeling nothing but the tissue at first but once she stuck her hand farther done the bag, she felt another box . . . necklace box. She pulled the box out of the bag and placed the decorative bag on the floor, making sure not to wrinkle it. Alison DiLaurentis flipped her hair over to one side, "I'm guessing you like the bag?" Spencer nodded. "Thanks! Aria helped me decorate it of course. I wanted to do something original . . . something you can keep, you know?"
"I love it."
The field hockey player's smile grew larger on her face as she opened the box. Inside the box was a necklace. I was right. The girl thought to herself as she picked up the silver necklace. The necklace had a heart shaped locket in the middle of the chain. Spencer looked up at her friends, her eyes showing nothing but pure appreciation and love for the two girls standing over her. Aria encouraged her to open the locket, eager to help Spencer find her other surprise and the birthday girl did as she was told. And inside the heart shaped locket was a picture of the three girls when they had took a summer trip to Disneyland with their families. Boy, did they have fun that year.
Also, inside the locket was a small message to Spencer. It read: We love you, S. –AD & AM
"It was Char's idea. Aria and I couldn't find anything that you would like and we figured that you wouldn't want any more clothes considering you already have a closet full and then—" Alison stopped her rambling as she sound of giggling invaded her ears. The giggling got louder as she three girls looked over to the person who was doing the deed and Spencer could have sworn her heart had skipped a beat as she stared at the smile on the blonde girl's lips.
Jordana was finally done with her hair and now ruffling it a little bit. Black streaks peeked from the tips of the blonde girl's hair. "And what's so funny, blondie?"
Jordana ushered the girl out of the chair and waved for Spencer to come over. Spencer sat the People's magazine back in its rightful spot and shot up from her seat, but not before taking one last look at the beautiful girl that had just gotten out of the chair. The seat was somewhat warm due to the long amount of hours someone had been sitting in it.
"Nothing," the girl's giggles soon died down. "It's just . . . you were rambling and I find it funny when people ramble."
Alison's eyes narrowed and she looked over to her best friend, "What does rambling even mean, Spencer?" The four girls plus Jordana erupted into even more giggles. The thirteen year old shook her head and told her blonde bestie what the word had meant. Alison's eyes rose and her cheeks puffed. Spencer's blonde best friend shrugged her shoulders and turned to Hanna, "I tend to do that a lot."
"You want the wash, rinse, and style, S?" Jordana asked, ruffling her skinny fingers through Spencer's thick locks. Spencer smiled to herself, her response shocking both of her best friends.
"I want to dye it dark blonde."
Once someone loses their best friends, it's like losing the breath from their body. The feeling you get when you lose your best friends is like . . . the feeling you get when you drop your brand new iPhone, but a little worse. You can replace a phone, but you can't replace true friends that you've known for your entire life.
Spencer sighed to herself, a tear slipping down her cheek. The girl was starting her first year of high school today and she would have been excited if she was with her friends, Alison DiLaurentis and Aria Montgomery.
Five months ago, a day before Spencer's birthday, the slender blonde had a party for her birthday. Aria and her dad were on their way over from Aria's uncle's house and while they were on their way over to Spencer's party, they had gotten into a car accident. Byron, Aria's dad, only had a broken leg for two months and a couple of scars, but Spencer's friend, Aria didn't make it at all.
The now fifteen year old girl remembered that day like it was yesterday. She remembered being on the phone with her friend a few hours before bragging to her about her new adult bike she had gotten for her birthday. She remembered telling her mom not to start anything without Aria. And she also remembered her and Alison bawling their eyes out that whole night.
It was the worst birthday ever.
A single tear slid down her cheek. Alison DiLaurentis said she had to move in with her mom because her dad was having trouble keeping up with the bills and taking care of her at the same time. "She never cared about me anyway." Spencer remembered Alison telling her. And that was true.
When Aria passed away, Alison spent almost every night at Spencer's house because her father had to work and she didn't want to be alone while dealing with the loss of her best friend. It had been just yesterday the blonde girl had been picked up by her mother.
"Spencer," the girl's room door creaked open and her mother picked her through it, "Come on honey, you're going to be late."
The girl slipped her fingers through her blonde hair and visibly cringed as the tips of her hair came into view. Two years ago, she thought dying her hair blonde was cute and that it showed a little bit of her true self, but now she was thinking that it was just to impress her friend and family.
Her mother pursed her lips, "I made you a hair appointment after school. Lets go Spencer . . . now."
"I'll just take my bike."
Veronica's face fell and she slipped the rest of her body through the door, "I thought you said it gave you a bad feeling."
Spencer's heart fell. The bike did give her a bad feeling. And she was pretty sure it always will. The bike made Spencer feel like the death of her tiny best friend was her fault. If only she hadn't had her party so early and on that day, Aria probably would still be alive and she wouldn't have to attend her first day of high school alone.
Veronica took one step toward her daughter and Spencer took a moment to take her mother's face in. She couldn't help but notice the blue blemish across her cheek that her mother didn't do a good job at covering with makeup. The fifteen year old's eyes furrowed. Did he hit her?
"Mom, please tell me that you've been eating something blue and you so happened to miss your mouth." The girl's jaw clenched and unclenched. "Did he hit you?"
Veronica's delicate fingers touched the side of her cheek, flinching automatically at the stinging sensation that ran through her cheek. Her eyes focused on Spencer's wooden tile, "Spencer, stay out of this. You know what happened last time you tried to prevent it."
It was Spencer's turn to flinch. Yes, she remembered exactly what happened when she tried to come between her mother and father's bickering. Her father was so angry that day . . . but so was Spencer. Peter had found out that Veronica had retired early from her job due to her absences of being sick from Breast Cancer.
Spencer's mother was so sad that day and Peter couldn't even give her the slightest sympathy. He had been drinking that night when Veronica had decided to tell him that she had retired early. The confession had turned into one big argument which led to Spencer's father hitting her mother.
And Spencer had all but lost it. Literally.
When the twelve year old saw her father hit her mother, she blacked out and when she came to, her mother had a wide eyed expression on her face and her father was on the floor with a bloody nose. And afterwards, she had remembered telling her father to never touch Veronica again.
And that's all the girl remembered from that day.
"Spencer?" The girl came to by her mother waving her hands in her face, "Helloooo? Earth to Spencer."
The thirteen year old nodded her head, her breathing quickly increasing. She brushed past her mother and headed down the stairs, Veronica shouting her name but Spencer didn't want to hear it. As she reached the end of the stairs, her father's figure came into view.
"Morning Spencey, ready for your—?"
"Touch my mom again and I will seriously hurt you." Peter's face fell and Veronica rushed down the stairs, stopping at the last step to watch Spencer's next actions, "She's sick, Dad. What is wrong with you?"
She took a step closer to her father, his warm breath hitting her nose.
"Spencer, stop." Veronica called out, stepping over to her daughter and pulling her backwards. "Let's just go."
The thirteen year old girl snatched her hand away from her mom, her face twisting into one of disgust at her father. She shook her head slowly and spoke, "I told you I'm riding my bike. You need to get some rest anyway." She turned away from Peter, his face still sad. Spencer grabbed her mother's shoulders and tossed her a soft smile. "I'll be home early today. You stay safe, okay? I love you."
Veronica nodded and wrapped her arms around her daughter, the lanky girl quickly reciprocating. Seconds later, the hug was broken and Spencer headed out the door, not even passing her father a glance.
Spencer sighed. Is this what freshmen year is gonna be like? The girl thought. Charlotte had told her that it wasn't going to be easy, but the younger girl had thought she meant the homework and just work in general wasn't going to be easy.
Classical music sounded throughout the hallways, signaling for Spencer's next class. Photography 1. The girl read from her schedule. A small smile appeared on the slender girl's lips. Her best friend, Aria Montgomery had let her have one of her cameras because she said, in quote, "You need to learn about the beauty of things through a picture, S." And ever since that day, she couldn't let the Fuji instant camera out of her sight.
Room B-26
The girl's eyes immediately brightened. This was the same room she was in this morning . . . and it was the English classroom . . . with her hot English teacher, Ms. Fields.
At least something good will come out of this day.
The lanky blonde rushed to the classroom as the classical was coming to an end. Spencer knew this because she had memorized the classical music in third period since someone said that they were going to use that same song every day. She shut her eyes tightly as the music abruptly stopped. Shit. Late on the first day . . . not good, Spence. She thought to herself and walked up to the room door.
The girl took a deep breath before knocking softly, her heart stomping against her chest as she prepared herself for the enormous amount of faces she was about to see. Heels clacked against the floor getting closer and closer and then they stopped.
Spencer nervously adjusted the straps on her backpack. The door creaked open and Spencer's eyes followed until they came in contact with tan legs. Legs that could go on for days and months, even.
Her eyebrows crinkled. This isn't Mrs. Fields. Her eyes traveled up the person's long legs, meeting a pair of blue jean shorts and a red shirt that read: Red Is The New Gay. The lanky blonde let out a soft giggle, her eyes still traveling upwards meeting a pair of beautiful, hershey brown orbs.
The girl could have sworn her heart stopped. This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.
"Caroline!" The breathtaking girl squealed, taking Spencer by the wrist and pulling her in, "We have a person that actually came to school on the first day!"
"How many times do I have to tell you that my name is Mrs. Fields when we are in school, Emily?" Spencer recognized Ms. Fields' voice. The lady was in the closet, searching for something.
"Hello! I'm Emily," Emily held out her hand to Spencer excitedly, "And I'm Ms. Fields' senior assistant. What's your name?"
Spencer smiled and took the girl's hand, giving it a firm shake, "Spencer." She whispered, her voice still a bit shaky from all the butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach. "Hastings."
The two girls dropped their handshake as they heard a loud crash coming from the closet where Ms. Fields was. Emily groaned and rolled her eyes. Spencer was about to ask her more about herself because God, she was so beautiful. But the girl had already started running towards the closet.
"Damnit Car, what the fuck?"
"Watch your mouth and help me fix this camera!"
"No, I don't want to get blamed for anything you did. In case you haven't noticed, I might be graduating in June, but until then, I'm still a student here and I could get it expelled. I'm not touching that damned thing."
Spencer couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as she headed for the closet the two girls were bickering in. She leaned against the frame of the closet door as she watched Ms. Fields try to place the lens back on the camera.
Emily just stood there watching the helpless teacher with her arms crossed.
Spencer shook her head and let out an amused sigh, "It isn't broken." The fifteen year old commented, startling the two girls. "Who's the person that is supposed to be teaching me about photography again?"
Spencer laughed loudly as Ms. Fields pointed to Emily, but Emily pointed to Ms. Fields. "What? Did they not expect people to actually take this class so they hired an English teacher with an amateur photographer as an assistant?"
Emily laughed, taking the camera and the lens from the English teacher and quickly placing the lens back on and tossing a smirk at Spencer. "Four years of photography, Hun. I'm pretty sure there's nothing amateur about me."
Spencer pursed her lips while she nodded, definitely impressed. The girl stood up straight and glanced over at Ms. Fields who was throwing daggers at Emily through her eyes. "You okay, Ms. Fields?"
Emily took a step closer to the fifteen year old girl and as quickly as it came, it went away quicker. Spencer's confidence had disappeared. She shrank back as Emily stepped closer and closer.
The senior's crinkly brunette hair swayed back and forth, "Listen here, fresh meat. I don't know who you are, but if you ever call me an amateur again, I will ruin your first year of high school."
Spencer's breath caught in her throat. Not because of the threat but because of how clear her face was. She is sooo gorgeous. The girl thought in her head for the umpteenth time since she saw the fifteen minutes ago.
After a few more seconds of intense staring, Emily finally took a step back and her and Ms. Fields burst into laughter, leaving Spencer completely confused.
The two girls slapped each other's hands, still laughing, their eyes watering and they began clenching their stomachs.
"You should . . . seen the look . . . on your face, Spencer." Ms. Fields recalled in between laughs slash breaths. "You were so scared."
Actually I was too busy looking at her beautiful face to be scared about anything. The girl thought to herself, but smiled anyway.
"Yeah . . . uh scared." The fifteen year old exited the frame of the closet and walked back into the classroom, sitting in the same desk she had sat in while she was in this same classroom earlier. The seat closest to the door. "Ms. Fields, did you teach Emily her freshmen year also?"
"Nope," Emily laughed. Her full body came into view, holding two Canon cameras as she walked over to Ms. Fields' desk and sat on the top of it, "They wouldn't dare let her teach her sister. The school board was afraid that she was going to give me special privileges so instead, I spent all of my English one year in Mr. Fitz's class. He's a way better teacher anyway."
"Hey!" A squeaky voice sounded from the closet. "I'm slightly offended by the last part of your sentence."
Spencer laughed and looked around the classroom, avoiding eye contact with Emily. Sisters, huh? That explains why they both are hot.
"So I think I saw you at lunch . . . you were the girl who got a gravy steak launched at your chest." Emily giggled, eyeing the fifteen year old girl's shirt, immediately sighting the gravy stain. Spencer blushed. "It's okay . . . we were both sitting by ourselves today."
The girl held her head up, "Don't you have friends from the four years you've been here?"
The brunette scoffed. "Nah, I'm pretty antisocial around jerks. It's like all the seniors here this year are jerks. The seniors last year were so much nicer and fun."
"It's only day one, sis." English teacher came out of the closet, "You never know what might happen between tomorrow and June."
Emily sighed, her chest deflating as she let out more and more breath. "Are you coming to the swim meet tonight? You know, to cheer me on?"
"Of course!" Caroline slapped her sister lightly on the shoulder. "I'm always at your swim meets."
Spencer's eyes widened, "There's a swim team here? I've always wanted to be apart of a swim team!" The girl bounced excitedly.
"Well duh, Spencer." Emily chuckled, her hair bouncing with every chuckle. "You didn't do your research before you decided you wanted to come to Rosewood High?"
The lanky girl shrugged. "I guess I like surprises."
"Well . . . do you want to join me?" The English teacher asked, "Emily would like the support."
Emily handed Spencer a camera while nodding. "Yeah Spence, and maybe you could stay after school and watch our practice. You know, see if you want to join? We actually had like, only three freshmen come to conditioning during the summer."
The slender girl took the camera from Emily, their hands coming in contact with one another and the freshmen could have sworn a short circuit of electricity flowed through her veins. Woah. She thought. "Uh . . . uh yeah, sure. That sounds great." Spencer mumbled.
Emily nodded and pulled the girl from the desk, towards the door. "Great! Now come on, we have pictures to take."
"Yeah," Caroline added, "Uh your first assignment of the year is to supposedly find things around the school that resembles the letters of the alphabet."
The twelfth grader groaned, "Oh god."
"This should be easy." Spencer spoke, staring at Emily's fingers around her wrist. "I think while I was walking out of the A building, I saw like four things that looked like alphabet."
"Well then," Caroline pushed the girls out of the classroom, "Go find alphabet. I have summer reading assignments to grade . . . did you do yours Miss Hastings?"
"Of course, I—"
"No one cares!" Emily rolled her eyes, "Let's go."
The senior brunette dragged Spencer down the hall, Spencer's smile spreading across her face. Emily let go of the girl's hand, turning around and snapping a quick picture of the girl completely off guard.
"Wow," she commented. "To say it was an off guard, you sure did look prepared." She showed the picture to fifteen year old and the girl almost choked.
God, I'm so ugly. Look at that beauty mark.
Emily looked at Spencer. "What? You don't like it?"
The lanky blonde shook her head, the smile evaporating slowly. She played with the camera in her hands, "No . . . I mean, I'm . . . uh nothing."
"You can tell me." The swimmer nudged the smaller girl and tossed her a small smirk, "I promise I can keep a secret."
Spencer shook her head, "It's nothing, really." She took a picture of the wall, "If you tilt the camera just a little bit, the lines on the wall kind of look like the letter X."
Emily tossed Spencer a sympathetic look and slumped her shoulder. Instead of trying to get whatever it was out of the little girl, she just decided to let it go. She held the camera up to her left eye, tilting it, and then snapping a picture. "So what made you wanna join photography?"
Spencer's eyes fell, but tried her hardest to plaster a small smile on her face, "One of my best friends let me have one of her instant cameras . . . you know, the ones that when you take a picture, it gives you the pictures immediately afterwards?" Emily nodded and waited for the girl to continue, "She gave me one of hers and I absolutely fell in love with it."
"There's a G." She pointed to the handicapped sign on the bathroom door. The two girls quickly snapped a picture before, once again, making her way back down the hall towards the A building, "Does your friend go here?"
"She's dead, actually." Spencer blurted, "She got in a car accident a day before my birthday coming to my birthday party . . . can you believe that?" She laughed, sarcastically.
"There's an S." The fifteen year old pointed towards the school digital clock that read 2:15. "The five looks like an S."
"Spencer . . ." Emily's voice at its quietest, her whisper echoing throughout the hallways. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that—"
The freshmen shook her head. The girl forced a smile on her face, her heart cracking in her chest. "No it's totally fine. You can ask me whatever you want."
When the final bell rang for school, Spencer ran to the bathroom to call her mother, not wanting anyone to know who she was calling. Her plan was unsuccessful as for when she stepped foot into the bathroom, there was a huge group of eleventh graders who tossed smirks at her and made kissy faces every time she said "Mom". She heard someone mutter "loser" and then another whisper "What a baby.". The tiny girl groaned and said goodbye to her mother.
After she had convinced her mom that she was going to be safe and that her senior friend was going to give her and her bike a ride home, she hurried to the natatorium to watch Emily swim. For their A to Z assignment, the girls only had two letters left and then they would have the whole Photography class to themselves for the rest of the week. And that meant the fifteen year old girl could get to know her perfect friend a lot more. God, she was so beautiful. Spencer thought.
She found her a spot on the empty bleachers and began searching for Emily. Her eyes wandered around the natatorium. Nope . . . nope . . . nope. Where the hell is she?
"Where were you?" A voice asked, startling Spencer and echoing through the natatorium. The girl looked over her shoulders. Emily . . . in a swimsuit. "I thought I told you to meet me in the locker room, silly. God, you freshmen just don't listen to any advice we have to offer."
The brunette shrugged. "I forgot, I guess . . . my bad."
The swimmer laughed and took a seat next her new friend. Emily turned her head towards Spencer and let her eyes roam over the girl's face. "So how was your first day?" She whispered quietly enough for only Spencer to hear. "Any classes you really like?"
Spencer turned her head, her eyes coming in contact with Emily's. The swimmer's Hershey colored eyes making a smile form across her face. All of the girl's hair was suffocating inside the cap on her head except that one string that stood out oh so lonely. Her eyelashes curling perfectly, almost but not touching her eyebrows. "I really like my Photography class. I feel like that's going to be my favorite class throughout the entire school year."
The senior smiled softly, her eyes never leaving Spencer's. "Why do you say that?"
"Because there's this girl that made me laugh the whole class period . . . and my favorite teacher is in charge of the class too."
Emily tapped her chin. "Tell me more about the girl that made you laugh. What does she look like? I probably know her."
Spencer's erupted into a big ball of laughter and watched as the twelfth grader started laughing also. If the girl hadn't known better, it seemed as if Emily was flirting with her. "Well uhm, she's a senior and—"
"Fields!" A feminine voice called out. Spencer had assumed that it was the coach, "Get over here and bring your friend!"
The freshmen's eyebrows furrowed as she eyed Emily, but all she got from the girl was a wide smirk, "Welcome to the Rosewood High Swim Team, Spencer Hastings." The look of confusion soon turned into a look of complete and utter surprise.
"No effing way, Emily." The blonde was soon lifted from her seat on the bleachers and dragged by the pool. The woman eyed Spencer from head to toe and nodded impressively.
"What's your weight, kid?"
The ninth grader gulped nervously, "One fifteen ma'am." The woman ooed and clapped excitedly, passing a look of pure impressiveness at Emily. Team members flooded around Spencer. She recognized some of the faces, but one in particular stood out to her. It was the girl that threw the gravy steak at her. The fifteen year old narrowed her eyes at the girl, and the girl tossed her a look of regret. Sorry. The unknown girl's eyes read and it was like Spencer understood what she was trying to say perfectly, but still didn't care. Whatever. The lanky blonde rolled her eyes and focused back on the coach.
"Perfect weight! What about your Ape Index?"
Spencer hugged herself, "My what?"
The girl who threw the gravy steak at Spencer made her way through the crowd of swimmers and placed her arm around the coach, "She has a lot to learn, coach. I have a lot to teach her."
The girl's eyebrows crinkled again, "What do you mean you have a lot to teach me?"
"Yeah," Emily added, "Coach, I thought I was the one in charge of teaching the newbies this year since I am the new team captain . . . right?"
Coach nodded her head, "That's right, Emily, but since Paige here didn't show up to Swimming conditioning over the summer, she didn't know about the slight change of plans."
Spencer snickered as Paige's mouth opened and closed. "But- But coach . . . Emily is gay. We can't let those type of people be around our newbies. She's going to scare them away. We already have girls scared to change into—"
"Stop that," The fifteen year old blurted out, unable to stop herself from talking, "Stop saying stuff like that about her. Just because she likes girls doesn't mean she's no different than the other girls. I bet she's the best swimmer on this team, which is why she's team captain. And you know what, her being gay isn't the thing that's scaring me. . . it's your homophobia that makes me want to run out of the natatorium and go home."
Spencer turned her head towards Emily to see a shocked expression on her face. The slender girl shrugged her shoulders lightly and tossed her a soft smile.
"Oookay," Coach chuckled while looking at the look on Paige's face, "So kid, do you want to practice with us today?"
The freshmen held her hand out to the coach, "My name is Spencer Hastings," she waited for the coach to shake her hand, "I'll just sit out today, if you don't mind, of course."
Coach shrugged and gave Spencer a pat on the back, "Stay close to the pool though. No bleachers." The brunette nodded, "Captain, get her a Sharks jacket." The lady smiled and Emily also gave Spencer a thankful pat on the back, before heading towards the locker room, in search of a new jacket for Spencer.
"Welcome to the team, Hastings . . . okay team! In the water, now! Let's go! We have a game in three hours!"
It was late when Spencer, Caroline, and Emily stepped out of Rosewood High, but it was so worth it. The Sharks had won by a landslide and the natatorium was full of students from the opposing team and Rosewood.
"See Spencer, swimming is awesome." Emily smiled, tying the bike on top of the car. "And hopefully, we don't get pulled over with this big bike on top of my car." She chuckled, "But if we do, Caroline is paying for my ticket."
"Yep," the teacher added, "But only because mom would kill you . . . wait, that would be great. Then I won't have to tell you to do your homework all the damned time!"
Spencer smiled at how cute the two girls were and shook her head, "Congratulations Emily, you guys did great."
"We will do better once you're in the water, I bet." The senior smiled and gave Spencer a pat back on the back. "Oh Car, did I tell you that Spencer totally shut Paige McCullers down today?" Caroline's eyes shot up and she crossed her arms over chest, signaling for Emily to continue, "Okay so, Paige said something about me scaring kids away because I was gay and Spencer went all incoming teenage society on her."
Spencer laughed, "What is incoming teenage society?"
Caroline rolled her eyes and pressed the button on Emily's keychain to unlock the door, "It's Emily's way of saying that you guys are very supportive of the LGBTQ plus community. It's why she has only freshmen friends." The lady handed the swimmer her keys. "Okay Em, it's like really late . . . take Spencer home."
"We are not going home just yet."
Spencer's head snapped towards Emily. The twelfth grader had a small smirk on her face, "What do you mean?"
"Yeah Emily," Caroline narrowed her eyes at the girl. "What do you mean? You know what time mom wants you home."
Emily waved her hand at the girl and opened the passenger's door for Spencer, "Home schmome. It's too early to go home. Spencer and I are going to the after party."
"Hell . . . no."
Music thumped in their ears as the two girls walked through the door of Paige McCullers's house. After thirty minutes of convincing her teacher that she was going to be fine hanging with the big kids, Spencer shrugged her shoulders back and shot Emily an amused look.
"Don't ever make me lie to her again." She had said to the girl and the swim captain replied with a, "Well if we're going to be hanging out together, you're gonna have to tell her bigger lies than that in the future."
The senior girl linked her arm with Spencer's and the fifteen year old's mouth flew open. Chill, Spencer. Don't freak out. She told herself as they walked further into the house, more and more people filling the space.
"Ugh god, the music here is awful." Emily scowled. "Is this . . . Hot N Cold?"
Spencer closed her mouth, gulped, and decided to speak again, "Yeah it is." She tried to unlink her arm away but Emily shot her a look, "What?" The freshmen asked.
The twelfth grader shrugged, "Nothing." The two girls walked further into the house, Emily stopping and plastering a smirk on her face, "Oh look, the ex swim captain."
Paige turned around at the word swim and her face twisted into a look of disgust, "Why are you here, Fields? Didn't I tell you that there were no dykes allowed?"
Spencer's heart thumped in her chest. Her blood boiled and her fists clenched and unclenched. The girl shut her eyes tightly, Breath Out. Breathe In. She told herself, remembering the methods her counselor had taught her. Inhale. Exhaaale. Come on Spencer, calm down. They are just words. Inhaaaale. Exhhhaale.
"Yeah," A girl added from behind Paige, "You and the lesbo fresh meat can go home." Inhale.
"They are so gross." Exhale. Spencer shut her eyes tighter, trying to block out the sounds.
Spencer. A voice in Spencer's head, murmured. Spencer, no.
"Lesbians." Someone sang. "Emily and Spencer sitting in the tree. K - I - S - S - I -"
BLACKOUT.
Blackness everywhere. Everywhere she turned, there was black. She looked behind her, black. She now felt like she was spinning. Spinning, circles. Black . . . spinning . . . circles . . .
"Spencer?" Someone called out for her, but she couldn't see anyone. "Spencer, open your eyes. It's Aria."
"Aria?" She spoke, and as dark as it was, it seemed like it was getting darker, "Aria, can you hear me?! Aria please!"
"Spencer! Open your eyes!"
"It's Emily!"
The lanky blonde's eyes snapped open, the room spinning, her vision blurred. She was back at the party, where there was light. The music had stopped playing though. Everyone was looking at her, some expressions were amazed and the rest were terrified.
Why are they looking at me?
Emily stared at the girl in shock and fear, her hands on both sides of Spencer's shoulders now. "You're okay, you're okay." She reassured herself, taking the girl into her arms and holding her tight.
The fifteen year old was still confused, "Why is everyone looking at me?" She whispered in Emily's ear and the hug was now broken, Emily turned her attention to something on the freshmen's hands.
The slender girl followed Emily's eyes, her own eyes widening at her now bloody hands, "Oh god." The circle of people then broke out into a big ball of whispers.
"Did you just see that?"
"Who the hell is Aria?"
"Did she kill Paige?"
Kill? Spencer's eyes watered as she turned her body, turning her attention to the floor. Four girls were surrounding the laid out body. She wasn't dead, but she had a bloody nose, a few scars on her lip, and a swollen eye.
Tears fell from her eyes, "Did I . . .?" She didn't even have to finish her sentence because mostly everyone nodded their heads.
The team captain grabbed both of the fifteen year olds hands, not really caring whether or not she was getting blood on her hands, "Maybe this party was a bad idea . . . let's go home, Spencer."
But you just got here.
No, let her stay.
Paige deserved it.
No, I want her number.
I like her, though.
Kids from the huge circle began to say and Emily glanced at the crowd of people, "Sorry guys, she has to go."
Spencer hugged herself and began walking to the door with Emily. Behind her, someone called her name. She turned in her standing position and saw three girls running towards her. "No one has ever stood up to Paige before. Twice in one day, to be exact. I have mad respect for you . . . and if you ever need anything from us, you got it." A blonde said with a genuine smile on her face. "I'm Sara."
"Phoebe." The girl with the black hair behind Sara said, "And yeah, all of that what Sara said."
"Mona." The shortest girl of the three smiled and Spencer smiled back and nodded at the girls. "And Emily, thanks for bringing such a cool girl over, even if it was only for like, twenty minutes."
Cool? Nope. Lame? Yes. Unable to control my anger? Yes. Depressed? Yes. Crazy? Yes.
The senior nodded at the girls and opened the passenger door for Spencer to get in. And when the younger girl was all settled, she ran over to the driver's side opening the door and getting inside. The older girl released a long, deep sigh and looked over at Spencer, "You okay?" Spencer nodded, not passing a glance at Emily. She swimmer started the car and glanced at Spencer one more time before pulling off, "Look. I'm sorry I brought you to this party. I'm sorry I'm gay . . . I'm just sorry for everything. I just wanted to make a friend."
The freshmen buckled her seatbelt and a small smile appeared on her face, "You're saying you're sorry for being gay? That's crazy."
Emily kept her eyes on the road. "What do you mean?"
"Being gay isn't a flaw Emily. It's who you are and if you don't realize that by now, I don't know what to tell you. This is why the LGBTQ plus community aren't getting that much positive feedback from the "older" generations . . . we have to show them that we aren't afraid to speak out. Stop hiding behind the fact that because you're gay, the hate isn't going to stop and you're bound to get hate. It will, and the more we stand up for ourselves, the quicker people will understand that we are human too and we deserve to be treated fairly."
The swim captain puffed her cheeks and exhaled deeply, "Wow . . . you're totally right . . . and freakishly good. You know, you should speak at our pep rallies."
Spencer laughed softly, resting her head against the window, "No thank you. I'm fine just talking to you for now."
Emily released a smile, "Well . . . if that's the case, do you mind me asking what that was back there at the party?" And just as quickly as the younger girl's smile came, it went away twice as fast, "Uh, fuck, I'm sorry. Too soon, I know."
"Um no, it's fine." She laughed nervously, fiddling with the seatbelt, "Well it started like two year ago, I think . . . my parents were fighting and I got really angry and I just saw black. And when I came to, my father was on the floor and my mom had the most terrified look on her face."
But today . . . I don't know what happened. It seemed like the room was spinning and my blackout seemed much longer than the one I just explained . . . and I . . ." She paused to sniff as she felt the tears forming in her eyes, "And I . . . um, I heard my dead best friend calling my name and it was just . . ." The younger girl shrugged her shoulders, her voice at a whisper. "Can you tell me what happened?"
The swim captain turned her head briefly to take a look at Spencer then she directed her attention back on the road, taking a left onto a dark street. "Well uh . . . you almost killed her. First you pushed her to the ground and . . . and then you got on top of her and started screaming someone's name. I pulled you off of her, then you started kicking her . . . and uh, I think I called your name and you stopped."
"Aria."
Emily nodded, her car screeching to a halt in front of Spencer's house, "That's her. Was she your best friend . . . you know, the—"
"Yeah." Her cheeks puffed and her eyes kept straight. Emily's mouth made a small o shape and her fingers tapped the steering wheel, "Um thanks for the awesome, bloody first day."
The senior chuckled, "Thanks for the words of wisdom." She replied, her cheeks fiery red and staring at Spencer's face. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but I won't be there for first and second period so, tell Caroline to mark me present anyway."
"Why won't you be at school for first and second?"
The slender girl turned her head towards her house, her eyes softening as she had seen that the kitchen light was still on, "I have to make sure my mom is okay."
The swimmer nodded, "Fair enough . . . so I'll see you after lunch then?"
Spencer unbuckled her seatbelt and got out the car, shutting the door behind her. She leaned against the frame of the window. Her almond shaped orbs connected with Emily's Hershey colored ones, electricity flying through both of the girls' bodies. "I wouldn't miss Photography class with the coolest chick in school . . . not by a chance."
The twelfth grader's hands clenched the steering wheel tight and she leaned her head down more to get a better view of Spencer, "Goodnight freshmeat."
Emily watched as Spencer backed away from the car, "Goodnight Emily." Spencer waved and Emily waved back.
"Wait!" The swim captain shouted softly. Spencer looked at her confused, but all Emily did was point her index finger in the air. She then got out of the car and a sudden whoosh of realization had hit the younger girl.
My bike.
Emily's almost dry cascaded perfectly down her shoulders as Emily untied the bike for the top of the car, "I'm glad we didn't get pulled over." She laughed and Spencer let out a high pitched mhm.
"Here ya go!" The older brunette smiled, pulling the bike from the top of the car and letting the rope fall to the floor, "It would have been mine if it were still on my car by daylight."
The lanky girl nodded, grabbing the handlebars of the bike and pushing towards her house, "Well I reeeaally appreciate the fact that you didn't steal my bike." She joked, earning a goofy, but adorable thumbs up from Emily. "Bye."
A few seconds later, Emily's engine roared and disappeared down the street. Car, car, go away and please come again some other day cause Spencer wants to see Emily again. Car, car go away.
Once Spencer stepped foot on the first step, she leaned down and retrieved the spare key from under the rug. When the door was unlocked, the girl slid off her shoes and placed the key back under the rug. Her socks hit the cold floor and a small shiver fled through her spine. Her parents always kept it cool in the house. Too cool in the house. She skipped out of the kitchen, not forgetting to turn the light off and headed into the front room. Spencer stopped in her tracks.
Mom.
There was her mother, sleeping on the couch. Looking comfy, but not comfy enough. The freshmen walked quietly into her parent's room to see if her dad was in the bed. He wasn't. So Spencer took some sheets off the bed, bringing them into the front room and covering her mom up with them. She gave her mom a firm kiss on the forehead, "I love you mommy. Sleep tight."
As Spencer made her way towards the stairs, she heard a voice, "Is she sleeping okay?"
The girl rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. "And why exactly do you care?" Her attitude strong, "Haven't you been with her all day?"
Peter stepped a little bit closer to Spencer, his breath strong of alcohol, "She's my wife. The mother of my baby girl . . . Hiccup of course I'm going to care." Spencer rolled her eyes once more, "And to answer your second question, yes and no. I've been in and out of the barn."
The lanky blonde crossed her arms over her chest, "Maybe you should sleep in the barn tonight, Peter, okay?"
The girl's father took a swig of beer from his bottle of alcohol. The brand looked like it had been torn or scraped off so Spencer didn't know the power of whatever he had. All the girl knew was that it was alcohol. "What's wrong with your hands?" He man asked, grabbing the girl's hand. "Ish th- Hiccup- blood?"
The fifteen year old snatched her hands away and walked back over to her mom, "Mom." She shook her mom softly, "Mommy, wake up." Her mother groaned and her eyes opened slowly.
"Spencer?"
"Come on Mom, you're sleeping with me tonight. I don't trust him around you." The last part of the sentence sounded bad coming out of Spencer's mouth, but she didn't care and honestly, if Veronica had to add, she didn't trust him anymore either.
"Okay." She murmured, her voice full of sleepiness. "Do you think you could carry me or something? My legs are still asleep."
"I'll do it." Peter staggered over to the two, but Spencer quickly stopped him.
"I got it. Don't touch her, not when you're like this anyway." She warned, but Peter still began taking slow steps forward. "Stay the hell away!"
"Just let me help you, Spencey." Hiccup. "Let me help."
Peter grabbed Veronica's hand, but she quickly pulled away. "Don't touch me." She cried weakly and Spencer was about to lose her mind . . . again.
"Let me help you, damnit!" Spencer's father dropped his beer and all of it spattered across the floor, but it didn't stop him.
The smell of alcohol spreading throughout the house, "Peter, what the heck?" Spencer growled. She grabbed her dad's torso, tackling him to the floor, but not enough to hurt him . . . yet. After getting her dad to the floor, she held up her fist and her father flinched. "Calm down." She commanded loudly, "Or I will not be afraid to hit you."
Peter's breaths slowly began to evaporate and Spencer lowered her fist. She climbed off her father, her knee soaking wet and probably filled with blood and glass. The girl's father lifted himself off the floor and looked between his wife and daughter.
The man then sighed, running his hands through his hair. He released a loud groan and headed out the back door towards the brain. Veronica told Spencer to lock all the doors.
Veronica watched her daughter clean up the mess her husband had made and she couldn't have been more proud of her daughter. She loved the woman Spencer was becoming . . . but she also hated it, but only sometimes. The woman had started noticing that her daughter now had problems controlling her anger. And honestly, she felt scared and protected all at the same time.
"Spencer . . ." She called out. Spencer dumped the glass in the trash and turned her head towards her mother, acknowledging her name being called, "You wouldn't treat me that way, would you? The way you treated your father tonight?"
The blonde washed her hands thoroughly, not wanting to pass any germs, "There is absolutely no way I would ever do that to you, Mom." Her tone serious, "I treat Peter that way because he deserves it. He shouldn't treat you this way, Mom . . . the constant drinking, the abuse."
"He's only done that three times, Spencer."
Spencer lifted her mom off the couch, into the bridal position. "Twice is too many for me. No man should ever hit a woman . . . or vice versa, actually."
The fifteen year old carried her mom into her room, making sure her mom had enough of the blanket. Then she went to bathroom to get freshened up. The girl reeked of chlorine, alcohol, and outside oxygen.
Afterwards, she crawled into the bed with her mom, wrapped her arms around her. She glanced at the clock. 4:21 AM "How was your first day?" Her mother asked, sleepiness filling her voice. "Tell me all about it."
"Not right now, Mom." She laughed. "You and I need some sleep."
"I love you."
I love you too, Mommy.
It was 11:09 AM when Spencer had awoken from her slumber and as soon as her eyes opened, she jumped back. Her mother's face was just inches away from hers. Gross. Her face scrunched into a disgusting look.
Right after she jumped back, Veronica's eyes opened slowly and when the girl's mom came to, she did the same thing Spencer did. "What the . . .?" Veronica's still sleepy voice spoke. "I love you, Spencer but not in that way. That's just naaasty." The two people laughing as Veronica dragged the word 'nasty'.
"The feeling is mutual, Mom. I don't love you in that way." Spencer's thoughts flew to Emily, the senior girl she had met just yesterday and yet, she already knew so much about the brunette swimmer and vice versa. The blonde released a happy sigh as she turned her body towards the other side of the bed, facing away from her mom so she wouldn't see how red her cheeks had gotten. She was too late.
"Speeencer." Her mother sing out, her voice still raspy from the sleepiness. "Tell me about him."
Him.
"About him," she turned towards her mother, but not before making sure her cheeks had cooled down, "Um, he's not exactly a he . . . and his name is Emily."
Veronica's eyes stretched, "You like girls . . . just girls?"
The fifteen year old took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes . . . and before you say anything, it is not a phase and I'm not experimenting. I've known since I was thirteen years old. I'm pretty certain I'm a five on the Kinsey scale."
The blonde's mother sat up on the bed and smiled to herself, "The fact that you mentioned the Kinsey scale makes it even more okay, Spencer." The woman watched as her daughter's eyes softened, "I love you for you honey and that's all that matters."
"Really?"
"Really."
Spencer sat up against the headboard with her mom and glanced at the clock, "Wow that literally only took five minutes. Most parents take like, years to understand."
"I am only a parent, Spence. I don't know how the other one might take it." The mother climbed out of bed and stretched her limbs, "Come on, let's go check on him."
Spencer sighed and shut her eyes and opened them again. "I guess." She mumbled with a subdued tone.
Veronica shot the teen a look, "He's still your father."
The fifteen year old rose from the bed and stretched. When she was done, she reached for her mother's hand who only took a second to grasp it. "Yeah." The blonde girl rolled her eyes and headed downstairs with her mother.
The two ladies reached the last step, Spencer letting go of her mother's hand and doing a High School Musical jump off the last step, her mother laughing melodically.
They headed outside towards the barn and were surprised to see Peter sitting against the barn door, his head inside the palm of his hands.
Spencer frowned, "Peter, are you okay?"
He shot up, her eyes red and slightly puffy, tired as if he hadn't gotten any sleep. Veronica stopped a few feet away from the man and held Spencer back too.
"You don't have to be afraid of me." A tear slipped down his cheek, overlapping the other tear that was already there. He looked at his wife and daughter. "I only get this way when I drink and I . . . I um, I think I have a problem."
Veronica sighed and stepped closer to her husband, kneeling down in front of him. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly, "I think you have a problem too, Pete and we're going to solve it together, okay? As a family."
Spencer scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, "If you have a problem with drinking, why do you continue to do it? That's a stupid thing to do, yeah?"
"Spencer." Her mother called out. "Calm down. Don't get too riled up."
"She has every right to be mad at me, V." His eyes lowered, "I made a huge mistake and I continue to do it because . . . it . . . I can't control it."
Spencer's fists clenched and unclenched. No, Spencer. "Of course you can control it! Tell yourself no instead of just going for it. If you loved us, you wouldn't even have to second guess yourself."
Peter raised himself from the ground and Veronica shot Spencer a brief look. He eyes widened at the girl's body shaking. No. The woman had thought to herself. Not again.
She rushed to her daughter's side. "Spencer, no. Only listen to the sound of my voice, okay? It's me. Your mother who you love so dearly. Think about Alison . . . Aria . . . Emily."
At the mention of Emily's name, the shakes began to subside and Spencer's fists stopped clenching and unclenching. Spencer's sense of sight began to return and she took sight of her mother's face. She still looked somewhat tired, but the look of fear overcame that.
She was a hypocrite.
"Okay, I was thinking that maybe I could get my hair back to its regular color . . . how do you think I would look with red hair?"
"You had red hair?"
Emily put her feet on top of the dashboard of her car, "Yeah," She shrugged, "But Caroline made me dye it to her hair color. She had me convinced that I was adopted and the only way I could be her sister was if I dyed my hair."
Spencer and Emily were sitting inside the car in front of Spencer's driveway. Emily had skipped swim practice today to check on Spencer seeing as though the girl said she was going to show up for school and didn't . . . and because Mona, Phoebe, and Sara kept asking about her every five minutes during lunch. "Do you want to get out hair dyed together?" The senior brunette asked.
Spencer tapped her chin, "Well I've been wanting to dye my hair for months now."
"Really?" Emily smiled, "What color?" The girl looked over at Spencer with an excited expression and Spencer laughed at how excited she was getting.
The blonde fiddled with the seatbelt on the passenger's seat, "Uh, brown I guess, something like yours."
"Or," Emily's feet slipped from the dashboard as she sat up, "Or black with like, red streaks? Would you like that? I think you would look way cuter with your hair like that way."
The fifteen year old placed her hand to her chest, "So you don't think I'm cute already? Ouch Emily, that hurt me . . . like right there in the center of the heart."
Emily's cheeks brightened, "What? N-No. I didn't mean it that way I just—"
The swimmer's voice was cut off by the sound of Spencer laughing, "Just kidding, Emily. You don't have to get all flustered and stuff."
The twelfth grader ran her fingers through her hair and stared out the window, "You're very cute by the way. Like, out of my league cute."
The blonde's eyes widened and her cheeks immediately heated up as she stared at the senior, watching her run her fingers through her hair. She then mustered up enough air to speak, "Out of your league? Wow, and here I thought you were the one out of my league." She breathed out with a hint of a smile on her face.
Emily continued to look forward, not bothering to turn her head towards the freshmen. She reached out and turned the key into the ignition enough for the radio to play. Music played softly inside the car and the two girls both breathed a sigh of relief.
"I like Fall Out Boy." Emily muttered softly as she turned up the music a little.
"Thnks fr th mmrs." Spencer whispered and Emily's mouth opened. Once the blonde girl nodded her head, signaling that she knew the song, "I like them too. A big fan, actually."
The senior released a squeak, "You are freaking amazing, Spencer! I thought I was the only person in my school that listened to them!"
The smile on Spencer's face widened. Emily called me amazing. She shut her eyes, letting the music sink in.
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
Is always cloudy except for
When you look into the past
One night stand
Emily's head bobbed to the music as she pretended to play drums. Spencer opened her eyes and a ball of laughter escaped the girl's mouth. She grabbed Emily's wrists, "I have their whole album in my room . . . dance party?"
"Hell yeah!" Emily snatched her keys out of the ignition. The girls hopped out of the car and ran towards Spencer's front door. "Did I ever tell you that you were amazing?"
Spencer smirked to herself. "I think you might have mentioned it." She opened the door to her house and waved to her mother and father whom were sitting on the couch, cuddled up. "This is Emily. Emily, this is my darling mother and father."
"Your daughter is very cute." The senior laughed at the expressions on the girl's parent's face. The blonde grabbed Emily and pulled her upstairs.
"We're going to have a dance party, Mom." Spencer yelled. "And we're going to listen to Fall Out Boy."
The girls laughed as Spencer's parents said they were gonna be in the barn. Peter and Veronica had always disliked rock music because of all the screaming and "severe guitar playing".
Spencer opened her door to her room and ran over to her stereo where she only pressed a button and music blared through the two girls' ears. Dance, Dance was now playing and Emily grabbed the blonde's hands, jumping to the beat of the music. The freshmen girl smiled to herself as she began swinging her head back and forth and dancing with Emily.
The girls danced until their feet were tired and even when that happened, the fell back onto Spencer's bed, blonde hair mixing with brown in a beautiful two toned mixture. The two just laid there, staring into each other's eyes, playing with one another's palm. The music still playing loudly.
Spencer turned on her stomach, "What's your favorite song by them?" She asked loudly enough for Emily to hear.
A look of disappointment spread across Emily's face at the loss of touch between her and the blonde. She turned on her stomach also and shrugged. "I like all of them. Do you have a favorite?"
The fifteen year old held up a finger and lifted herself off the bed and walking over to the stereo. She turned the music down just a little and turned her body. Emily was now sitting up, her back against the headboard. The senior was staring at the girl with soft eyes that made Spencer's legs almost go numb.
She walked slowly over to the older girl and sat on the bed, Emily's feet grazing the side of her leg. "I really like Carpal Tunnel of Love." She whispered softly. Spencer stared at Emily's fidgety hands, "Are you okay, Emily?"
"Not really." Emily bit her lip, staring at Spencer, "If you just met someone yesterday, is it possible to like them already?"
The blonde's heart stopped, stuttered, and began again. Is she talking about me? She thought to herself as her cheeks turned a color of Scarlett red.
Spencer pushed herself up on the bed so that her feet were now hanging from the bed. She cleared her throat and avoided eye contact with the brunette, "Uh maybe . . . why? Is there someone you might be crushing on?"
Emily huffed with a hint of a smile on her face. She then tugged on Spencer's shirt, signaling for the girl to sit beside her against the headboard. "I don't know," she whispered, making eye contact with the younger girl, "I don't know how you did it, but you did it, Spencer. I couldn't stop thinking about you last night before I went to bed. You almost made me late for school, you made me fall asleep in History class . . . you even made me skip swim practice today. That says a lot."
Spencer smiled a small smile, "Wow."
Emily grabbed Spencer's pinky finger and curled it with her own, "Yeah I know."
Emily uncurled her pinky finger and placed both of her hands on Spencer's sides, softly squeezing her sides. Spencer laid down fully on the bed and closed her eyes as Emily's hands traveled up and down her body. This feels amazing. She thought. Literally the best day of my life.
"One thing I like about you is . . ." the twelfth grader scooted closer to the blonde so that her body was pressed against Emily's sides. Emily's hands continued to explore Spencer's body, from her tiny arms to her tiny long legs. "Your honesty." She whispered.
Spencer bit her lip, her eyes still closed in complete bliss. "Another thing is . . ." Spencer's breath caught in her throat as she felt Emily climb on top of her. This is fucking amazing. "That you're very bold, Spencer."
The swim captain took both of Spencer's hands and blended them with hers so that it was creamy flesh against caramel flesh. "Open your eyes." Spencer's eyes slowly opened to see Emily hovering over her, her hair flowing back and forth and her eyes dark. "Do you want me to stop?" She whispered.
Spencer squeezed Emily's hands into hers, "I just . . . this is making feel something. . . . down there and I don't know if it's a good feeling or a bad feeling." The lissome blonde watched the senior's mouth form a small smirk. "What?"
The swimmer shook her head and tightened her grip on Spencer's hands, "I don't know. It seems like a good thing, Spencer." Spencer felt Emily's breath against her neck.
The fifteen year old's breath caught in her throat as her eyes closed again. "You're amazing, Emily." She gasped out as Emily's lips pressed against her neck. "I just . . . Moan. I just really like your . . . Moan. Your eyes. They remind me of . . . Moan. My favorite candy."
The swim captain's lips traveled upwards towards the nape of Spencer's ear and Spencer bit her lip, struggling to release her hands from Emily's grip, "My hands, Emily." She bit her lip harder, "Can you let them go?" Moan. "Pleeease."
"Why?" The older girl raised up so that her lips were inches away from Spencer's, "I don't want you to push me off."
The blonde scoffed with a hint of a smile coming across her face. She whispered to the girl, Emily's lips getting closer and closer to hers, "I promise I won't push you off of me."
"You're sure?"
"One hundred percent sure."
Spencer smashed her lips onto Emily's and her hands flew towards the girls waist, squeezing them on instinct. She pushed against the girl's lips and the swim captain pushed back with just as much force. Oh my god. Spencer thought to herself. Emily is fucking kissing me. I'm kissing Emily.
Emily's knees rested on either side of Spencer's waist, her hands parallel to one another over Spencer's head. The swimmer smiled into the kiss at how easy it had been to get Spencer to break . . . and for herself to break too. The older girl had been dying to kiss the freshmen since last night and god, was this fun.
The fifteen year old slowly trailed her hands up Emily's back, the same way she had seen in the movies. Spencer had never kissed anyone before and she didn't quite know how this worked. She pushed against Emily's lips one more time before breaking the kiss and catching her breath.
Eyes connected with eyes, smiles connected with smiles. Spencer spoke, "I . . . uh, why?" She said in between breaths.
"I should be asking you that question."
The blonde's eyes crinkled, "What do you mean?"
Emily laid next to Spencer, gasping at the cool air coming in between her legs, "You kissed me first." She teased, poking the young girl in her side. "I'm just joking, I'll go first, I guess." She took a deep breath, "I've been wanting to kiss you since last night."
You did more than kiss me.
The freshmen turned on her belly, "Why?"
Emily laughed. "I told you already. You're honest, bold . . . and I like that in a person. And not to mention, when I first saw you, I thought you were really pretty."
Not as pretty as you, Hun.
Okay this is too long! So change of plans! Two shot! And it'll be up whenever I put it up. Sooo yeah! If you feel like it, please review I would HONESTLY appreciate it! Thank you guys for being patient with me and I love you so so much! Mwah! Deuces.