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I don't own spence and ash, but the story line is all me.

Now let me have just a moment of your time to tell you about Spencers mother. Paula Carlin, about 5"7 blonde, very attractive blue eyes, that's where Spencer gets them from. She is a loving, protective mother, she is a doctor that recently moved her children from Ohio to the upbeat fast paced streets of my hometown of LA. She is a doctor, and oh yeah I forgot to mention, a bible thumping christian that thinks all gays will burn in hell for the rest of eternity (breathes). Whoo now that I've gotten that out of the way, if you haven't already caught on to this, I'm gay. Which would make this encounter I'm about to have with my soon to be best friends mother, a not so fun one.

"Spencer Ray Carlin!" she almost yelled across the lobby. I make a mental note that her middle name is Ray, wait...why am I trying to learn things about this girl, I just started talking to her while trying to dodge a flying potpie, or was it a pop-tart...Sorry I digress! I look over to see Spencer hunched over in her seat, her face a bright shade of red as she is trying not to make eye contact with anything but the floor. "What were you thinking! A food fight would be a great way to start the summer off with?" Paula nearly growls at her daughter. "Well missy I'll have you know that your first month of summer is canceled as of now!"

I cannot believe what I'm hearing. Did this Nazi lady really just tell her 15 year old she is grounded for a whole month, just because she got in trouble one time? Man my parents just look at me and roll their eyes. Then take me home after apologizing to the principals. I guess this would be a good time to touch base with you about my parents. My mom doesn't really like to acknowledge that I'm alive much less try and discipline me. My dad, well he is a rock star. His name is Raife Davies, heard of him? Yeahh lots of people have. He isn't ever around much due to his tours and just living his dream. Him and mom called it quits when I was about seven, so I don't really know what a normal family is supposed to do in this situation. I guess just yell at their kids and take away their summer freedom.

I also haven't been taught to keep my mouth shut around adults, or what is appropriate to say to them and what is not. So naturally I say, "Are you really going to take away a month of her summer vacation? Geez you must be on your rag." Out of the corner of my eye I see Spencer look at me with wide eyes, but stays quiet. Her mom on the other hand, has no problem saying what is on her mind.

"Excuse me? I do not believe your input was asked for you little delinquent! Spencer get up we're going home." I watch as Spencer gets up like a she has been set on fire. She looks at me with a look in her eyes that can only be taken as an embarrassed apology. I just smile at her and wave my hand as if to say I've heard worse. She gives me a smile back that makes my stomach have butterflies. Gosh this girl is really getting to me. Right as she walks out of the office my mother walks in, Christine. Oh Christine. She looks at me and I just point to Mr. Harvick's office. My mother rolls her eyes and walks in shutting the door behind her. As I'm sitting there waiting I shut my eyes and day dream about Spencer. Its not long before I actually fall asleep and start dreaming, and what an awesome dream it was. Spencer and I were at the beach, we were older, about 17 or 18.

We skipped school to hang out just the two of us. We had just gotten out of the water after playing and having tickle fights, I could feel her warm skin contrasting with the cool waves against my body. I was laying out on my favorite blue towel and she had a bright tie die one. My eyes were closed and I could hear her steady breathing next to me. " I think I like girls." Suddenly comes from the girl next to me. I open my eyes and look at her for a moment, her eyes are still closed. "Like, like?" I say back. Right as she is about to answer me, I wake up to my mothers high pitched fake laugh and the office door flying open.

"Oh Mr. Harvick you are too kind to Ashley." she says while touching his arm, yuck! " Its no trouble at all, and call me Daren." he says trying to be sly about his intentions. I clear my throat and they snap out of whatever weird little thing that just happened between them. " Mr. Harvick, I mean, Daren, has decided to let you off easy this time Ashley, no detention this year," I almost leap out of my seat with joy at my mothers words, " But," she continues making all hope drain from my face. " You have to join two clubs next year and a sport, and that means you have to keep up your grades, stay out of trouble, and for godsakes make some new friends." I can't believe what I am hearing. Suddenly I would take Spencer's punishment easily. "Are- Are you serious?" I sputter out. "Yes I am." She uses her final voice and I know she means business. That's the same voice she used when she told my dad to get out.

All I could do was sit there with my mouth open. Mr Harvick decided to break the deafening silence that had filled the room. "Ashley, if you'll just go across the hall Mrs. Stafford will help you change your schedule for next year." I get up assuming my mother will follow me. "Aren't you coming?" I ask when she stays put. "No dear, Daren and I have some important things to discuss in his office. When your done just call Roberto to come pick you up." By the red shade of my principals face, I didn't think they would be doing much talking. Gross!

I walk into Mrs. Staffords office and just plop down on the seat with a sigh. "Tough day Ash?" she asks why finishing up some paper work. Mrs. Stafford is one of the only adults in this school who actually like me. I don't know why but ever since the first time I came to the office she's always had a soft spot for me. "Yeah" I say in a huff, " Started the food fight today with Spencer Carlin, and now my mom is getting it on with the principal. So now I'm here to add two new clubs and a sport on my list of reasons why I hate school." She doesn't even look up at my reference to my mom and principal 'getting interment'. I've always been able to be open and honest with Mrs. Stafford, she knew a lot about me.

Probably because she was only 23 or at most 25. Not to mention she was SMOKIN HOT! She pulled up some files on the screen and looked at me and said, "Spencer Carlin was in that mess today? Isn't she usually a good student?" I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. Its one of those smiles that makes my nose crinkle up. "Yep!" I say through a giggle, "I guess I just bring out the naughty side in people." Mrs. Stafford just smiled and shook her head. "Alright, we've got speech and drama club, agriculture, chess club, science club, debate club,music,and math club. And for sports we have swimming, powder puff football, softball, lacrosse, basketball, and track." As she finished up the list I couldn't decide. Then I get an idea. "Mrs. S, you couldn't possibly tell me if Spencer is in any of those clubs or sports?"

When she just gives me a puzzled look I explain, "Well I was just thinking maybe, if I already knew someone it would be easier for me to fit in." I give her my best puppy dog look and wait for her to answer. When she starts to type in Spencer name on the computer I try to hide my smile. "Out of those particular subjects she is taking, math club, agriculture, and swimming." When she finishes she gives me an expectant look.

I think it over very carefully. "Alright." I finally say, "Put me in agri- what ever and swimming, but instead of math club go ahead and put me in music." She nods her head and seems pleased by my choices. When she gets done typing all she needs she shuts down the machine and starts packing up. "Is your mother taking you home?" She asks as she looks at the office door, she shudders as if she got the heebee jeebee's.

I laugh because her thoughts mirror my own and say, "No I'm supposed to call Roberto to come pick me up, but I don't think she remembers she fired him a long time ago for taking me to get ice cream with Aiden when I was grounded once." She sighs and mumbles something about good for nothing something something somethings. When she realizes I'm still in the room, she pats my shoulder and says, "Come on sweetie, I'll take you home." We walk out of the school and start to talk about summer plans and things like that. When we are almost to her car I notice a black SUV still in the parking lot, I don't think anything of it. When we drive by I can see in the car is Spencer, her mother is still yelling at her. I can see her brother looking smug in the back seat. The cars pass and I see Spencer is crying. I get all sick feeling inside and feel horrible as we drive by. I think back to my statement earlier about wishing I had Spencer's punishment and quickly retract my thought. "Next year," I say to myself, "next year I'll make it up to you."