Hey kids! I'm back with the sequel to TWILIGHT :)) Okay, so I chose to skip New Moon because a) I don't have the patience to try and combine the two books when I could clearly skip to the better one, and b) I don't think any of you, or me for that matter, wants to sit through a fic in which it's Spaiden for 2525398572937052375 chapters, and Spashley for like 4. Am I right? :))

So, we're going to pretend that everything that happened in New Moon DID happen in this story, but let's just skip to this one where there's more Spashley, yeah? :))

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Spencer,

I really don't understand why you keep forcing Arthur to bring notes to Matt like we're in elementary school. If you weren't so stubborn then maybe

You made your decision here, okay? You chose. I wish I could change your mind

What part of 'mortal enemies' do you not

I'm being a jerk; I get it! But we just can't be friends when you're too busy running around with a bunch of

It makes it worse when you keep writing because then I start to think about you

I miss you. Too much for my own good. This doesn't change anything…I'm sorry.

Aiden

I clutched the crumpled note in my head, running my fingers timelessly over the harsh dents in the paper where he may have pressed his pen too hard. Sentences he regretted writing as soon as he scrawled them out in his messy handwriting. The small ink splatters nearly brought tears to my eyes as I pictured him furrowing his brows in frustration as his pen broke in his large, warm hand.

But more than any of that, I could tell Aiden was hurting. The harsh lines through each of his maddened sentences cut me deeper than my own pain.

"Dinner, Spence!" Arthur yelled from downstairs. I hurriedly stuffed Aiden's creased note in the back pocket of my jeans, and bounded down the stairs. I slid into my chair just as he set a steaming plate of spaghetti in front of me. Although Aiden's note was upsetting, there was no stopping my ravenous hunger.

"How are the noodles?" Arthur asked as twirled my fork through the sludgy, red sauce.

"Great," I replied as I took a bite. As was routine, I chanced a glance at the clock and inwardly groaned.

Thirty minutes until Ashley arrived.

Ever since the Davies' and I returned from our little outing to Italy, I had been grounded until the end of time.

But not for that reason.

Upon my absence, my former best friend (and werewolf), Aiden Dennison, had decided it would be a suitable idea to inform Arthur of my flamboyant motorcycle riding over the summer. As expected, Arthur wasn't particularly excited that his baby girl had ridden a two wheeled vehicle at randomly high speeds. I learned later that this was all part of Aiden's supposedly flawless plan to sever my ties with my beautiful, vampire girlfriend, Ashley Davies. But I wasn't too concerned; Aiden lost in the end anyway.

Ashley and I were inseparable at school, and she was allowed to see me under supervision every night from seven to nine-thirty. And of course, she spent almost every night in my room.

Let me tell you, climbing through windows has never been sexier.

"Spence, we need to discuss something." Arthur's voice brought me out of my reverie, and I looked back at his grey eyes. "It's about Aiden."

I immediately felt my face harden and my blood boil scathingly. "What about him?"

He sighed, and buried his fork his spaghetti. "Look, I know you're angry that he filched you out…but it was the right thing to do. He was just trying to protect you."

"Protect me," I scoffed, gripping my fork with immeasurable strength. "Okay, now what about him?"

Yes, really. What about him? What was he to me now? My enemy?

I shied away from the word; Aiden couldn't be my enemy! I tried to hate him, I really did. But the fact that I still wrote endless amounts of pathetic notes to him, pleading for a simple conversation, said it all.

"Just hear me out, alright?" Arthur begged warily through a mouthful of spaghetti.

"Why would I be mad?

"This is about Ashley too," I told me timidly, fixing his eyes on his plate. My eyes narrowed, and I leaned back against my seat, arms crossed. Waiting.

"Well who is this about, Dad?" I asked, sounding more irritated than I had intended. "Me, Aiden, or Ashley?"

"All three, I think," he answered, not looking up from his plate as he shoved another forkful of spaghetti in his mouth. "Well, I've been considering it, and you have been pretty good lately. Maybe you deserve a parole of sorts."

I leaned forward, nearly jumping out of my chair as my eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "I'm free?"

"Tentatively. You have rules."

I slumped back against my chair, rolling my eyes. "Fabulous."

"Spencer, relax. This is more a favor to me than a restriction to you."

"Well what does that mean?"

Arthur set his fork down, and wiped his mouth. He seemed to collect his thoughts before beginning his next sentence. "Look, I understand that you'd prefer to spend every waking moment with Ashley—"

"I'm with Kyla a lot too, Dad. She's over here quite a bit." Kyla did show up without warning often, but my dad welcomed her with open arms, as did I.

She was the closest thing I could get to Ashley, not to mention she was like my own sister.

"There's no denying that," Arthur agreed, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, "but you used to have other friends besides the Davies'. Whatever happened to Chelsea Lewis?"

"We talked yesterday at lunch," I informed him confidently. It was true, and Chelsea was in the category of my before-Ashley friends that actually stuck around after I fell into a kind of depression when my girlfriend disappeared. The other two were Chelsea's steady boyfriend Clay, also my former admirer, and Ethan, Sherry's ex-boyfriend. Speaking of Sherry, my first friend in L.A., she had turned against me. She was now best friends with Josie, a platinum blonde who disliked me before she even said two words to me at La Push last year.

And with Ashley back at school, and by my side, our group polarization became even more real.

That's not to say that Ashley got along with every one of my human friends. Ethan was a prime example; they didn't speak very much, and found each other extremely troublesome. But as long as they stayed out of each other's way, our group was pretty tight-knit, and Ashley knew that Ethan was a great friend to me.

Even if he was still interested in me.

"I mean have you talked to Chelsea outside of school," Arthur clarified.

"She's dating Clay," I explained, "therefore; she spends as much time with him as I spend with Ashley. I could ask her to double date if I'm actually allowed to leave the house."

I looked satisfied for a moment, then his eyes flickered up to mine. "Well, you and Aid used to spend all your time together, but now—"

"Get to the point, please, Dad," I interrupted.

I really was not in the mood to continue talking about my former best friend.

"You shouldn't," he hesitated, wringing his hands, "you shouldn't dump all your friends for your girlfriend, Spencer. It isn't fair to them, and your life would be better balanced if you kept them in it. When Ashley left last September…"

I flinched at the mention of my hitting rock bottom, and my dad obviously noticed.

"I'm just saying that maybe if you made some time for your other friends, it wouldn't be like that if Ashley were to leave suddenly again," he amended.

My insides flared.

"She won't leave," I spat. "She loves me."

"Well—" he started, but I held my hand up.

"The point?"

Oh yeah, I was breaking out that whole rebellious, defying attitude that all teenagers supposedly become enamored with. One which I had been fortunate enough to avoid in the presence of my parents.

Up until now, that is.

"Try to find the balance. I don't want to make this complicated, just don't forget about your friends."

It was an internal battle I had been fighting since junior prom with Ashley. After graduation, when Ashley had agreed to change me, I would never be able to see my high school friends again. It was for their own good. So should I spend as much time with them as possible, or distance myself now, to make it hurt less when I have to sever the ties completely?

I felt like I'd never know the answer.

"And you know," Arthur said sternly, "Aiden has been a very good friend to you, Spencer. The Dennisons are basically family."

"I'm aware of that," I said through gritted teeth, refusing to meet his eyes.

I really wanted to see Ashley.

"Do you miss him at all?" He asked in a frustrated tone, leaning forward.

Not more than I miss Ashley right now. "Yes, of course I miss him," I whispered, going into a kind of trance as my face softened a bit. I recalled the words in his note. "Too much for my own good."

And it was true. When Ashley changed me, I would have to part ways with Aiden too.

"Then why is it so difficult?" Arthur asked softly, his voice volume matching my own as he covered my hand with his in a fatherly way. I looked back at his face, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he smiled. I wasn't in any position to acquaint him with the magical, mythical world existing around us.

I wasn't at liberty to tell him exactly what my perfect girlfriend was.

"There's a…a problem with Aiden," I began slowly as I excavated my hand from beneath his. "Our friendship…well, it's not enough for him." This was also true, but not to the extent that I was presenting it to be. Aiden's desire was hardly a factor in the so called 'conflict.' But I couldn't tell Arthur that Aiden's werewolf pack ruthlessly hated Ashley's family.

The fact that werewolves and vampires were mortal enemies was simply not dinnertime conversation.

"Can't Ashley handle a little competition?" Arthur challenged, smirking.

Oh yeah, he was definitely Team Aiden.

"There has never been any competition," I assured him darkly. Arthur frowned at me, clearly stumped as to why I would choose Ashley over Aiden. Ever since Ashley left, Arthur held a heavy dislike for her.

"I'm sure Aid would rather be friends than nothing at all, Spence. You're hurting his feelings by avoiding him."

Oh, so now I'm avoiding him?

My dad really has no clue.

"Aiden doesn't want to be friends," I said shortly.

"Well, Matt told me that Aid's having a tough time lately. He's been real depressed."

"You and Matt are like old women! You gossip more than the girls at my school," I grumbled, savagely stabbing my fork into the cold spaghetti.

"Matt's just worried about his son," Arthur said defensively. "Neither of us even knows what happened between you two! You always came home so happy after spending time with Aiden."

"I'm happy now, Dad," I said firmly, patiently. "I'm happy with Ashley." Arthur stared intently at me over the tips of his fingers for a long moment, then stood up to clear our plates away.

I was too riled up to eat anything now.

"You've got some mail, by the way. It's by the stove," he said as began to rinse the dinner dishes. As I made to stand up, a thick envelope was hurled at my arm, and landed with a dull thud on the table in front of me. Then, I noticed the return address.

University of Alaska Southeast.

I flipped the envelope over to open it, only to realize that the seal had already been broken. I looked up at Arthur pointedly. He chuckled as he dried his hands with a dish towel.

"I couldn't help myself."

I smirked back. "I believe that's a federal crime, Chief." I pulled out the papers inside, and just as I unfolded a crisp, white paper with a schedule of courses, Arthur embraced me.

"Congratulations, Spence!" he said excitedly. "Your first acceptance! We should talk about tuition. I've got some money saved up, but you really don't have to go all the way to Alaska just because it's cheaper."

Little did he know that the only reason I was going to Alaska was because they had an average of three hundred and twenty-one overcast days per year.

Perfect weather for Ashley.

"So," Arthur began, rubbing a hand over his stubble-covered chin. "What are Ashley's plans for next year?"

Right on cue.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Coming!" I called anxiously, even though I was about five inches from the door. I wrenched the offending barricade away; the only thing standing between me and my own personal angel.

I nearly gasped.

There she was, in all her glory, looking just as effortlessly perfect as she had the first day I saw her. Her pale features stood out in the dark, rainy night. She was dressed in dark, tight jeans, and my favorite leather jacket of hers. Her hands were shoved in her pockets as she leaned against the doorframe. Her chestnut curls, shimmering slightly from stray droplets of rain, framed her flawless face. I dragged my eyes down the defined curves of her jaw that I had trailed my fingers along so many times before. Her full, kissable lips were twisted up into my favorite nose-crinkling smile, showing off her brilliant white teeth.

I saved my favorite aspect of her for last: her beautiful eyes. Her shining, golden orbs that scorched into my blue ones. They were wide now, roaming up and down my body, framed by thick, long black lashes. Lashes that didn't even require mascara to stand out.

How do I breathe, again?

When her fingers found mine, and she laced them together, I exhaled a larger breath than I thought I was holding.

Suddenly, everything was right again.

"Hi," I whispered. Her radiant smile widened a little as she raised our interlocked hands to rub mine against her cold cheek. I tensed briefly, still unable to believe that this godlike creature was touching me, and relaxed when I felt her marble lips press against the back of my hand.

"How was your day?" she asked in that velvety voice of hers.

Music to my ears.

"Slow."

"It was even slower for me," she assured me, chuckling as she pulled my close and wrapped her strong arms around my waist. I snaked my own arms under her leather jacket and around her tiny frame, reveling in the feeling of our bodies pressed together. I rested my head against her chest, immediately surrounded by the intoxicating aroma of her skin.

I was in heaven.

"I missed you," she said quietly, burying her face in my hair as she let out a content sigh. A fresh batch of butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I pressed a light kiss to her exposed chest. It was getting easier to kiss each other and be close, even though the scent of my blood was painful for Ashley. But that didn't stop her, even though it took an immeasurable amount of strength to ignore it.

She was my own personal Hercules.

Arthur cleared his throat from behind us, and we stepped apart.

"Good evening, Arthur," Ashley greeted my father politely, and linked our fingers together. Arthur nodded curtly, and crossed his arms; his eyes flickered from me, to Ashley, to our joined hands.

It was going to be a long night.

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Well, there you have it folks! First chapter of Eclipse: Spashley Style!!! :))

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