"Hi! You must be Ashley, I've heard so much about you!" Spencer said, making me smile as she crossed the room, taking me off guard when she hugged me. "I'm sorry!" She said, pulling away when she felt me tense up. "I'm just so excited," she laughed, blushing adorably. "Ugh, I'm such a dork." She said, making me shake my head, still just staring at her. Did I mention that southern accents are my new favorite? Yeah. Her's is all deep and sexy.

"No, it's okay." I assured, making her smile as my grandmother looked on with a smile.

"Spencer here is going to be a senior at Epson High, The Carlins are good friends of ours and we agreed to let her stay here while her parents tour Europe."

"Oh, why didn't you go with them?"

"It's more of a second honeymoon thing for them and I definitely didn't want to be there for that." She laughed, "But this is great, your grandmother has been teachin' me to cook and I think I'm gettin' pretty good."

"Spencer why don't you help Ashley unpack?"

"Yeah, okay." She agreed, even as I objected.

"I'm sure that you have better things to do than to unpack my clothes," I said, but Spencer shook her head. Truthfully I didn't mind the idea I just didn't want her to see my pot stash; no need to set the wrong impression. I led the way up the stairs, trying to remember which suitcase it was in as I turned the corner and went to the room at the end of the hall; the room that I always stayed in. Grandpa had left my suitcases on the large queen sized bed and I went to the red suitcase; pretty sure that that was the suitcase I'd hidden it in. I was relieved when I found the makeup bag that I was positive I'd stashed it in. It was just pot; I wasn't into the harder stuff. I'd tried it, sure but I'd seen far too many people get fucked up on that shit that I stayed away. Honestly I didn't even get high often; just when I needed an escape. That's why I thought this whole summer arrangement was ridiculous. I put the bag away in a desk drawer and then felt myself relax. Spencer opened the blue suitcase and instantly turned about three shades of red in under two seconds. "What?" I asked, flipping the suitcase cover down and laughing when I realized that she'd found my toys. "Oh, sorry," I said, as she stammered out that it was okay. I grabbed all of them out of the suitcase and put them away in the bottom drawer of the dresser in the corner. She seemed to relax when they were out of sight.

"Am I going to find anything else in here?" She asked, looking skeptically at the open suitcase. I laughed at her nervousness and shrugged.

"Probably," She nodded, seeming to accept this before she brought out the stacks of clothes and began to lay them in the drawers while I hung up everything else. I wasn't too worried about the organization of the drawers or anything; my clothes wouldn't stay there for long. I was a pretty messy person and actually preferred to have some things on the floor; too clean rooms freaked me out. We got done relatively quickly and slid the suitcases under the bed so that they wouldn't take up too much space. She'd rattled off about how much she liked staying there while we unpacked and I actually listened, which surprised me. Usually when girls talked I was too busy staring at them or planning out how to get them into bed that I didn't really pay attention to what they were saying.

"So what are you doin' here? Miss the south?" She asked, as we surveyed the room. I looked at her with raised eyebrows, surprised that my grandmother hadn't informed her of everything; she was a bit of a gossip. I smirked when I saw the spark in her azure eyes and I knew that she did know but was trying to make me more comfortable.

"Don't give me bullshit Spencer, okay?" I said, taking her off guard. Suddenly she laughed but nodded. "I know my grandmother too well and I'm pretty sure that you know my whole life story by now."

"Well, what she knows about you at least," she answered, making me smile.

"Yeah, well, it's probably all true." She seemed to think about it for a second before shrugging.

"Do you like to ride?" She asked, changing the subject for which I was thankful.

"Ride…?" My mind instantly went to Spencer on top of me and she blushed as if she could read my mind.

"Horses," she clarified, as I smirked.

"Yeah," I shrugged, this time thinking of her on top of a horse, everything bouncing up and down. Her blush flared up again as I sat down on the bed, pushing my shoes off and laying back.

"Well we can go ridin' later if ya want," She offered, averting her gaze as my shirt rode up to reveal a few inches of my stomach. I grinned, was Miss Carlin embarrassed?

"Yeah, sure, but first I need to sleep." I said, making her nod hurriedly.

"Sure, yeah, I figured you'd be tired or jetlagged or whatever." She answered, looking around awkwardly. I grinned at her nervousness as I sat up.

"I'm not that tired, if you had something in mind." I informed her, nearly laughing when a blush covered her cheeks. Oh yeah, I had a new mission, make Spencer Carlin mine and by the way she was acting it shouldn't be too very hard.

"I was goin' to go to my house to feed my dog if you wanted to come,"

"I'd love to come," I answered suggestively, making the blush appear again tenfold. My, what a dirty mind she must have! Then again, I was trying and it was hard to resist the Davies charm if I do say so myself.

"Uhm, okay." She said, as I stood up and slipped back into my flats. I stretched my arms up and over my head, watching with a smirk as her eyes were drawn to the small patch of skin again. "I'll go get my Jeep started,"

"Oh, a Jeep? What a sexy ride." I said, hastening to catch up with her.

"Yeah, my brother gave it to me when he left for college." She answered, seeming to relax when we got out of the bedroom. I slipped my arm through hers though, making her stiffen but I saw her try to relax and it just made my smile grow. "Mrs. Davies, Ashley and I are goin' to feed Max," Spencer said, as we walked into the kitchen.

"How many times do I have'ta tell you to call me Emily?" My grandmother asked with a grin as Spencer smiled and shrugged. "Y'all hurry back; supper'll be ready in about an hour." Spencer just nodded and grabbed a set of keys off the small wooden table that sat in the kitchen before leading me out of the house and around back where a white Jeep Wrangler was waiting. The top was off and I grinned again as I climbed up into the passenger seat.

"So how long has your brother been gone?" I asked, once we got off the property and headed for town.

"Well I have two brothers, Glen and Clay. We adopted Clay when I was five and he and Glen are the same age. They're both going to UGA but they have an apartment up there so they just live in Athens over the summer too. They visit every now and then; you'll probably get to meet them."

"Tell me about them." She looked at me oddly as a small blush appeared again. Seriously, this girl sure was easy to work up.

"Ashley can I ask you somethin'?"

"Yeah," I said, pretty much knowing what she was going to ask.

"Sorry if I offend you, but your grandmother led me to believe that you're, uhm, gay?" I laughed at this.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well usually when girls ask about my brothers –"

"I was just wondering about you, you seem to really love them and they're obviously a big part of you. So tell me about them." I could see she was pleased with this and I grinned. Score 1 Davies.

"Well Clay is really smart, he was Valedictorian and he's pretty much going to college for free. He has a fiancée Chelsea, who's pretty much my best friend and she's an amazin' artist. She's in Paris for the summer at an art program. Glen is…a handful. He was the sports star and class clown when he went to EHS but he's a ladies' man and he's beyond cocky but everyone loves him because he's generally just a good guy."

"So are you going to go to UGA too?"

"Well my parents want me too but I don't really know."

"Why not?"

"Why do you want to know all this?"

"You interest me." I said simply.

"Ashley, uh, I'm not – uhm, gay." She stammered out, making me laugh again.

"Did I ever say you were?"

"No, I just – wanted you to know."

"So are we not allowed to be friends now? Because I'm gay and you're not?" She looked stricken at this and turned to look at me quickly before turning her head back to the road. We were in the city limits at this point and other than a few new stores here and there it was pretty much the same as it had been my entire childhood.

"No! I mean, we can be friends, I want to be friends! Do you?"

"It's not me who's freaked out." I pointed out, grinning.

"I'm not freaked out!" She practically yelled, making my grin widen as she finally seemed to realize how ridiculous she looked as she laughed too. "Okay, maybe I am but it's not because you're gay. I have gay friends. You're just different than what I'm used to."

"It's cool Spencer." I assured, as she turned into what I remembered to be one of the nicer neighborhoods and sure enough she parked in the driveway of a two story house that was obviously the home of an above average family. The garden was well taken of, the grass was green, and there was even a welcome mat with 'The Carlin's' written across it. I grinned as I followed her inside and was instantly attacked by a monster. I screamed and jumped away from the huge dog. It was all over me and I jumped up on a couch, shrieking when it followed me around from the floor. Spencer was laughing too hard to help me as I jumped from couch to couch trying to avoid the beast.

"Spencer! Your dog is attacking me!" I screamed, running to hide behind her. She was still laughing as she caught the thing by its collar and held it back from me.

"Max! Heel!" The dog immediately lay at her feet, resting its head on its paws but its eyes were following my every movement eagerly.

"What the hell?" Spencer was still laughing but it was mostly just chuckles now as she shook her head.

"He's just excited to see you. He wasn't tryin' to attack you; he probably would've just given you a tongue bath." That wasn't exactly the tongue bath I had in mind when I came here.

"I don't know, that thing is huge." I said skeptically, eyeing the beast as Spencer laughed again.

"Nah, he's just a big ole' baby aren't ya boy?" She asked in a baby voice, leaning down to grab his head in her hands. His whole body started shaking in excitement but he stayed where he was, his tongue coming out to cover Spencer's hands. She laughed and stood up, still smiling.

"Want to pet him?"

"No, thanks." I answered drily, I still wasn't sure if I trusted the thing.

"Oh come on, I know you're used to those tiny little dogs like Paris Hilton has but Max here wouldn't hurt a fly."

"I don't like dogs, of any size."

"How do you not like dogs?"

"How do you like dogs? Cats are much better."

"Cats aren't nearly as good as dogs."

"Well I don't eat them –" She blushed at this but rolled her eyes.

"You knew what I meant! Cats are cold and they don't come when you call them and they look at you like you're an idiot when you try to play with them. Dogs are always happy to see you, they'll cuddle up with you, they protect you way better than a cat ever could, and they're man's best friend!"

"Exactly! Man's best friend. I don't know what cats you've been hanging around but my cat is amazing. Fred always cuddles with me, he comes when I call him, and that little thing is fierce. I pity whoever underestimates him." Spencer rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Fred?"

"Yeah, Fred. He's the coolest cat ever."

"You named your cat Fred?"

"You named your dog Max."

"Max is a perfectly suitable name for a dog." She defended, as Max was looking back in forth between us as he recognized his name.

"Well Fred is the perfect name for Fred. Plus, I may have been a bit high when I named him and he likes it!" Spencer laughed at this information as I defended the animal. Fred was cool shit. "Now feed your dog before I call animal services." Spencer smiled but clicked her tongue and patted her thigh as she started to walk towards the kitchen, making Max lurch forward to be with her. She poured some food into the silver bowl on their back porch before refilling the huge bucket that they used for a water bowl. "Aren't you worried that he's going to tear up the house?"

"Nah, he's well trained. He mostly stays outside anyways, we just got the doggy door for when it rains or gets too hot. He stays off the furniture and I check on him like three times a day. Are you ready?"

"I don't get to see your room?" I asked, pleased when the blush appeared again.

"I guess you can if you want." She answered, leading me towards the stairs. I licked my lips as I watched her ass sway in front of me. Oh yes, Spencer Carlin would be mine before the end of this summer.