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Ashley's thoughts are italicized!
I hopped in my shiny black Lamborghini and pulled it in front of the door through which I knew Spencer would soon exit.
I leaned back in the seat and searched the radio for some country music.
Spencer loves country music; it must be some Ohio thing. She's been listening to it around me so much lately that it's kinda grown on me.
I finally tune in to 96.1 where Chuck Wicks is singing "Stealing Cinderella."
This is probably one of my favorite country songs, so I close my eyes and listen to the music; but within 2 minutes my passenger door opens and I quickly sit up.
Spencer puts her books on the floor and climbs in.
She puts her seatbelt on as she looks over towards me, "Hey, what's up? How was practice Ash?"
"It was challenging, but that's how I like it. How was yours?"
"It was ok, but drama-filled."
Ah drama! The best reason I quit softball before high school…
We drove with the radio's murmur on in the background, in a peaceful silence for about 10 minutes.
"So what did you wanna tell me?" Spencer questions.
"Well, if you don't mind, I was hoping I could stay at your house and we could discuss if for a little while…"
"Ok, that sounds fine."
Within five minutes we were in her driveway. We unbuckled our seatbelts and walked up to her front door. She pulled out the key and soon had her front door held open for me to enter.
I stepped in and kicked off my shoes as she walked in and closed the door behind her.
She took my hand in hers and led me to her room.
Just her simple touch gave me confidence that this discussion may actually end well.
I'm still really nervous though. I don't wanna lose my best friend. I don't even know if she likes girls that way, and the fact that she has a boyfriend is somewhat discouraging.
So yes, you're right; a bright flashing neon sign should be going off in your mind as we speak!
Yes, Spencer has a boyfriend.
Yes, I may be partially insane.
However, they are constantly fighting. In fact, every night this past week she has called me on my cell phone crying over him. Aiden is such an asshole!
He's been pissing me off too lately. Every chance he gets in school, especially in front of me, he grabs Spencer and sticks his tongue as far down her throat as possible. It's almost like he feels threatened by me; which is another reason I think I may have a chance.
What Aiden doesn't know, or thoroughly chooses to ignore, is that Spencer absolutely hates PDAs! That's the main reason she's been so pissed off at him lately, but he's too stupid to even notice so I like my chances.
So here we are, sitting on her bed in her room.
I still haven't let go of her hand. Right now I'm using my thumbs to trace little designs all over it.
I look to her face for reassurance and sure enough, it's there. Her baby blue eyes are running all over my face, desperately searching for a way to help me, a way to relieve me from the weight of whatever may be bothering me. She is such a great friend.
I can tell she wants me to just ask my question. She can tell it's important because she's smiling and just put her other hand on my leg.
I'm so glad she can read me so well because she can tell I don't know where to start and says, "So…"
"So, we've been friends for a while right?"
"Yeah, since like first grade."
"Yeah, well before I say what I'm going to, I just want you to know that I value our friendship very much and I hope nothing I can say will ruin it."
She nods and her brilliant smile causes me to take a deep breath and continue, "Spencer, I think-"
I am cut off by her brother Glen rudely interrupting, "Spencer, dinner's gonna be ready in like 5 minutes!"
Spencer angrily responds, "Ok, then come get me then, alright?"
"Fine," Glen grumbles as he closes the door and walks off.
She turns back to me, "So, you were saying?"
"Yeah, um… Spencer, I think I love-"
This time the door I is opened by Paula, "Spencer, I sent your brother up here to get you. We're eating now. Tell Ashley you'll see her tomorrow and I better see you seated at the dinner table in two minutes. I'm timing you young lady!"
The last sentence echoed through the hallway along with Paula's footsteps descending the stairs.
She turns to me again, "Ash, I kinda have to go. Can we continue this conversation later?"
"Sure," I mumbled almost inaudibly under my breath as I slowly nodded.
She runs her hand from my shoulder down my arm and says, "I promise, ok?"
She flashes me one of those famous Spencer Carlin smiles so what else could I do? I smiled back and said ok.
Then she walked me down the stairs to her front door and opened it.
"I'll talk to you later?" she questions as I step out of her door and onto her front stoop.
"Yeah," I smile and she smiles back before closing her front door and stepping back inside of the house.
I pull my keys out of my purse as I walk over to my car. I climb in the front seat, close the door, and put my keys in the ignition.
As I start up the car, I can't help but think to myself, maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Why else would I be interrupted from telling her how I truly feel so many times? Should I just give up now?
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