Chapter Two

Editing film wasn't exactly difficult. It's not that hard to put snippets of footage together to form one cohesive segment. At least that's how Spencer felt. Editing came naturally to her and she was one hell of an editor. What did prove to be difficult was having someone hover over you the past two hours telling you what to do with no words.

She was currently in the studio her and Casey had bought for their film production. It wasn't much but it gave them a place to work. It only had two rooms; the front room where they took their calls and clients. And there was the back room where Spencer and Casey did all the editing and production.

Spencer ignored the constant sighs and huffs that was coming from behind her shoulder and continued to click away at her computer. She would've have been finished over an hour ago if someone would leave her alone. But alas, Casey refused to leave her side. She didn't exactly say anything to Spencer but her presence was a tad bit annoying.

"I don't think that clip should be there," Casey finally said.

Of course you don't. Spencer ignored her and continued to work. Five, four, three….

"Spencer, did you hear me?"

"Yes, Casey I heard you, but doesn't mean I actually listened to you." Spencer gritted her teeth and moved the mouse around vigorously.

"Spence…"

"Casey!" Spencer spun around in her spinning chair and glared at her friend. "What did we say about my editing time?" She asked like she was talking to a child who had just gotten herself in trouble.

Casey pouted and looked down. "That it's your special time and that I should leave you the hell alone."

"Yes, now leave me the hell alone." Spencer pulled herself back to her desk and went back to work.

"But I really think that clip shouldn't be there. It looks completely random with the one before it. Here." Casey pushed Spencer's chair out of the way and rolled her own chair in front of the monitor.

Did she just push me out of the way? "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She watched on in horror as Casey clicked and typed away. "Casey!" she whined.

"There, see? That's so much better." She backed away from the computer and smiled triumphantly. Spencer wheeled her chair back and looked at the damage Casey caused.

"That sucks." She clicked the undo button and returned it back to its previous state.

"Spencer!"

"Casey!"

Spencer sighed and held out her closed fist and Casey followed suit. They both shook their fists three times and on the fourth shake, they revealed their choices.

"Ha! Rock beat scissors!" Casey stated victoriously, and changed it back to the way she wanted.

Damnit, why do I always go with scissors first? "Fine, you win. Can you leave me alone now so I can actually get this done by our deadline?"

"No, I'm bored and I have nothing else to do but to bother you." She leaned back in her chair and started to spin it around.

"Don't you have somewhere to be or someone to do? Where is slave girl anyways?" Spencer took a sip from her can of Coke and cringed when she tasted warm liquid.

"Where else? She's busking with Buffy down at the Diag," she said with a scowl.

Buffy? That's a new one. "Why do you hate her so much? Is it because she's taking away from your Sally loving time?" Spencer smirked. She enjoyed teasing Casey to no end especially with something as stupid as the subject at hand. Sally worshipped the ground Casey walked on and would probably give up her hands than to ever cheat on her.

"No! Just because I don't know the difference between Chrissie Hynde and Karen Carpenter, doesn't mean she should go find someone who does."

Chrissie who? "Casey, that made absolutely no sense. She didn't find someone to talk about music with. She has another friend." She looked away from the computer and gave Casey a look. "You do allow her to have other friends right? Isn't that part of your slave/master clause?"

Casey kicked Spencer's chair. "Funny. You better keep your promise about hitting on guitar girl. I know I'm being irrational but it will help me sleep at night. Plus, this will save me the trouble in trying to find someone else to hook you up with. I still don't know why you're so picky, I mean all those girls-"

"Oh my God, shut up. I already agreed to hit on Buffy, and it's not my fault that none of those girls were my type."

Casey rolled her chair next to Spencer and spun her around to face her. "And what, Ms. Carlin, is exactly your type?"

Brown hair, brown eyes, a smile to die for, good with her hands (from playing the guitar). Stop it, Spencer. "I don't know, but not those bimbos you set me up with."

Casey was about to open her mouth to protest but was caught off by the phone ringing from the front desk. "Be right back, don't think this conversation is over." She got up and ran to the front room and answered the phone.

"If it's my mom, tell her I've fallen into a coma." She loved her mom but she called Spencer nonstop just to make sure Spencer was taking of herself and if she found a suitable girl yet.

"RoPaSci Film Productions, this is Casey, how may I help you?" Spencer rolled her eyes as Casey's phone greeting. Whenever she answered the phone, she just said the production name with a monotone voice. "Oh hi, Lydia."

At the mention of that name, Spencer rolled her chair towards the door and tried to get Casey's attention. She animatedly mouthed "no" and waved her hands around frantically.

"Spencer? Yeah, she's right here. Hold on." Casey smirked and handed the phone to Spencer.

"You're a bitch." Spencer grabbed the phone from her and took the call in the front room. "And don't you dare touch that computer." Casey held up her hands in defense and sat back down.

Spencer took a deep breath before bringing the phone to her ear. "Hey Lydia…no you're not bothering me…oh sorry, I left my cell phone in the car." Car, back pocket, same difference. "Yeah, I had a great time last week, too." She made the mistake of turning around to check on Casey because all she was doing was making lewd gestures with her fingers. Spencer threw a pen at her. "Dinner tonight?….I'm actually working tonight, you know deadlines….Tomorrow? Um, Casey and I have a night shoot….sorry…some other time then…okay, bye." Spencer hung up and pinched the bridge of her nose. I'm an excellent liar.

"So what's wrong with this one?" Casey asked.

"Nothing." Spencer pushed pass her and went back to her computer.

"Yeah, right. Is it because she's really tall? Because that's a really stupid reason not to date someone."

"She's like 7 feet!" Spencer exclaimed. "I don't know if I should date her or climb her." Casey laughed at the mental image of Spencer trying to climb a girl. "Oh, shut up. I looked like a dwarf compared to her."

"Alright Chandler Bing. Seriously Spence, you really need to stop being so picky. You're 24, you ain't getting any younger."

24 is young! "Just because I didn't meet the love my life at the age of 15, doesn't mean I'm destined to be alone. There's someone out there for me. In fact," she pointed towards the front room. "she can walk through that door any moment."

The second Spencer said that, they heard the front door open. "Casey!" Sally called.

Spencer groaned and put head on her desk. "Here I'm talking about the love of my life, and in walks yours." Casey smiled and went in the front room to greet her girlfriend. Spencer shut the door behind her. She really didn't feel like watching another round of Casey and Sally's tongue battles. She cringed at the thought and went back to work. It has been now 3 hours and I'm still not done with this damn thing. I need to get a new partner.

She hadn't even been working five minutes when Casey called out to her.

"Hey Goldie Locks! There someone here you should meet."

Spencer rolled her eyes but refused to move. "I already met Sally, thank you very much."

"Not Sally, dumbass! Her friend."

Shit, Buffy's here? I can't hit on anyone looking like this. Spencer got up and tried to straightened out her clothes. She wasn't exactly dressed to impress, wearing only a pair of faded jeans and old t-shirt that said "IDAHO? NO, U DAH HO!" Not the greatest way to impress a potential hottie, but it's not like she had a change of clothes.

Spencer ran a hand through her hair. Ew, must take a shower when I get home. Hope Buffy doesn't mind the messy look. She grabbed a mint from the bowl they kept in the studio and popped it in her mouth. Finally convinced that she looked somewhat presentable, Spencer pushed the door open and walk up to the front room where she saw Casey, Sally, and mystery girl waiting.

"God, took you long enough." Casey chastised.

Spencer's retort died on her tongue when she finally saw mystery girl. It was like she was thrown in a time warp. She looked at the face she hadn't seen in 6 years but it only felt like yesterday she last saw her.

Brown hair, brown eyes, a smile to die for, and holding a guitar case in her hand.

"Spencer, I'd like you to meet-"

"Ashley." The name rolled off Spencer's tongue like it was trying to escape for the longest time. If she was paying attention, Spencer would've have noticed the confused looks Casey and Sally were giving her. But all her attention was focused on the only girl who made her heart skip a beat.

Ashley looked from Sally to Spencer. Her eyebrows furrowed as she shifted from one foot to the other. "I'm sorry," she started sincerely. "But do I know you?"

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