Hello, everyone! I'm back again! And it was only for two weeks this time :P
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To be honest, I'm not completely happy with this chapter, but I've been changing bits and pieces over the past couple of days, and I'm getting sick of looking at it, so here it goes...
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination and dignity. With alcohol however, that dignity goes swiftly out the window and my imagination seems to run wild.
Chapter 2:
"Coffee girl?" They both exclaim at the same time.
Great. Out of all the people Glen could befriend, Spencer thinks.
"Wow. Well it's nice to know Glen's sister is just as charming as him..."
Once again, Ashley's sarcasm goes down like a lead balloon as the blonde remains unimpressed.
"Excuse me?"
"Uh... It's called sarcasm? You don't share the same sense of humour anyway; that's for sure..."
The blonde scoffs at this.
"Great. A smartass. Well, you know where the door is; you can show yourself out." Spencer gestures to the door, but Ashley remains in the same position with no intention of moving.
The brunette moves over to the sofa, making herself comfortable before replying to the blonde.
"You need help paying the rent, and you need someone by Wednesday. Today is Sunday, which means you have three days... Well, two really, seeing as you'll need them actually living here by then..."She puts her feet up on the coffee table and leans back, arms behind her head. "Ooh, what's that smell? It kind of puts me in the mood for Chinese..." She smirks as Spencer's jaw visibly clenches.
Spencer knows she'll never get anyone to move in by then; not with the smell. And the place is pretty small. Glen was really doing her a favour when he got the brunette to accept the offer... Or so she thought...
"Your room's over there." The blonde points to a door left of the living area.
"Noted." Ashley picks up her bag and makes her way to the room, waving sweetly before closing the door.
Alone, Spencer sighs and shakes her head as she takes a seat on the sofa. There's no way she could get anyone else in time for Wednesday, and she doesn't want to have to sponge off her mom and dad for another month.
Since the little public library she had previously worked at was sold off last month, Spencer had been looking for a job. The only problem was, no one would employ her. Either she was too overqualified or didn't have enough experience.
Of course, this frustrates the young blonde to no end. As a recent graduate, with a degree in Literature, she longs for a career in journalism; even just a small weekly column; anything to get her onto the ladder.
Of course, she'd been looking for jobs in this sector. In fact, she checks online every day, but there's nothing. She'd even sent a professionally worded email with her CV attached to the head of one of the local papers asking them to keep her in mind if something were to come up. The reply had been very nice, although stated that at the minute, every post was covered, but if that changed, they would notify her with an offer of interview.
That was three weeks ago, and still, nothing.
She was sure her interview at the coffee shop would have gone well had it not been for Hurricane Ashley. Somehow, turning up for interview drenched in coffee didn't paint a very good picture of the blonde, and she didn't get the job.
Of course, the blonde can't help but still feel bitter about the incident. After all, if the brunette hadn't run into her like that, perhaps she'd have a job right now...
Just as Spencer starts to replay the incident in her head, Ashley resurfaces from her room.
"So... When do I get the tour?"
Spencer inwardly groans.
"You don't," she replies, making Ashley pull a face.
"What? Are you kidding me? What if I get lost?" The brunette smirks at her own wit.
"There are four rooms in the apartment, including this one. Apart from the bedrooms and bathroom, everything is open-plan, as you can see." Spencer gestures around the room. "You won't get lost."
"Wow. You should really consider a job in real estate. I feel like I know the architecture of this place inside out, all from that one statement." She waits for Spencer to take the bait.
"Fine," she sighs.
The blonde stands up from where she was sitting on the sofa, her arms spread.
"Living room."
She points to the area behind them.
"Kitchen."
"Ooh, a breakfast bar! Nice!" Ashley feigns excitement, as Spencer continues, disinterested.
"Your room. My room. Bathroom."
Ashley moves towards the blonde's room, which is right next door to hers.
"Umm... What are you doing?" Spencer asks
"Am I not allowed to see how the other half lives?"
"I am not your other half," the blonde protests.
"Pfft, you got that right! God, could you imagine?"
When the blonde makes no attempt to stop Ashley, the brunette opens the door, taking a look, but not stepping inside the room.
"Wow. You have a lot of books..."
"I like to read."
"Yeah, I can see that..." Ashley moves back towards the sofa, taking a seat across from the blonde. "So what kind of books do you like then?" the girl asks, genuinely interested. If she's going to be living with this chick, she might as well make an effort to get to know her, she thinks.
"Uh... anything really..." Spencer is taken aback from Ashley's sudden change in demeanour. "Mostly romance I guess, but as long as it's well written, I'll read it."
Ashley nods.
"What about you?" Spencer asks the brunette. "You read?"
"Nah. I used to when I was younger, but I couldn't now. My attention span couldn't take it."
The blonde chuckles at this.
"Somehow I believe that." This earns a smile from the brunette.
"Yeah... So, have you eaten yet?" Ashley asks.
Spencer shakes her head.
"I meant to, but I wanted to tidy the place up, so..."
Ashley has to admit, the place is spotless, and something tells her that it's usually kept that way. No offense to the blonde, but she seems kind of prim and proper.
"Me neither... Chinese?"
A while later, the girls are finishing off their food while watching television. Things are very civil until Ashley asks the awkward question.
"So... How'd the interview go?"
Spencer stiffens.
"I didn't get it." She doesn't look at Ashley when she replies.
"What? Why?" the brunette asks.
Spencer turns to look at her then, the anger she felt on the day of the interview returning.
"Why do you think, Ashley?"
Ashley pulls a face at this.
"What, they didn't give you the job because you spilt coffee on your blouse?"
Suddenly all previous pleasantries are forgotten, as the girls begin snapping at each other once more.
"No, Ashley. They didn't give me the job because I wasn't presentable. Being covered in coffee apparently gives off the vibe that I'm incredibly I didn't spill coffee on my blouse. You did."
Ashley sniggers at this, much to the blonde's disgust.
"Well, you were kind of clumsy that day..."
"What? No, I wasn't! You were the one who walked into me!"
Ashley smiles slightly, realising that the girl on the other end of the couch is very easily would up. I could have some fun with this, she muses. After all, her natural language is sarcasm, and she can keep this going all night.
"Well, if you would've been paying attention to your surroundings, you would've seen me coming. Then, you would've waited until I passed to get out of your seat. The whole incident could have been avoided. It's totally your fault," she insists.
Spencer scoffs.
"You are unbelievable, you know that?"
"You'll get used to it." She finishes the statement with a wink.
"Whatever."
Spencer turns her attention back to the television as Ashley places her carton onto the coffee table in front of them.
A few minutes go by without the girls saying a word to one another, so in an attempt to break the ice, Ashley decides to crack a joke, taking inspiration from the food cartons on the table.
"Hey, what do you call a Chinese man with one leg?"
Spencer shrugs.
"Tai wan shu."
Nothing. Not even a smile. Spencer simply raises her eyebrows in question as Ashley attempts to break through her walls.
"What do you call a Chinese prostitute?"
Silence.
"Wan yung Ho."
There's a slight curl in Spencer's lip as she seemingly fights a smile.
"Ah, see! Funny, right?" Ashley grins.
"No. Those are really bad jokes," Spencer replies.
"Yeah, but they're so bad, that they're good!"
Spencer sighs.
"Whatever. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
With that, she throws away the remnants of her own dinner before making her way to the bathroom to get washed.
"Goodnight, Barbie!" Ashley calls out, hoping to get a reaction from Spencer as she hears her new nickname.
Sure enough, Spencer turns around to throw Ashley an unamused frown, leaving the brunette smirking.
She's hard work, Ashley muses, but I bet I could get her to loosen up a bit...
The following morning, ever the morning person, Spencer rises early, and goes about her morning routine, having a quick shower before heading out to get a paper from the vendor down the street.
"Good morning, Spencer!"
"Morning, Ralph," she replies cheerily. "Anything interesting today?"
"Meh...Not really..." He shrugs. "Oh, wait; some drunk guy got arrested for cycling down the highway naked last night. They only caught him because he fell off just before the turn off... Says it was a dare. He's got balls, I'll give him that."
Spencer chuckles to herself as she exchanges her change for a paper.
"Thanks, Ralph. See you tomorrow?"
"You know where to find me!" He winks.
Back at the apartment, Spencer makes herself comfortable at the breakfast bar with a cup of tea and some toast as she flicks through the paper, analysing how the journalists wrote certain articles and chuckling at particularly humorous pieces.
She's about halfway through the paper when Ashley appears, slightly bedraggled looking, dragging her feet as she shuffles towards the kitchen area.
"Morning," Spencer addresses her, but only gets a grunt in return.
Making a face, Spencer returns to her paper, perusing a particularly interesting article about the superfluous amount of sugar in drinks. She's only a quarter of the way through the commentary when she's distracted by the clattering of jars and containers as Ashley searches for something on the kitchen counter.
Sighing, she returns to the article, trying to ignore the banging of cupboard doors and mumbling of a grouchy brunette, but finds she can't concentrate, realising she's read the same sentence four times already.
She puts the paper down and regards the other girl rifling through the cupboards.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Feeee," the brunette mumbles.
"What?" She pulls a face at this, because really, how is she supposed to make that out?
"Coffee!"
"Oh. Don't have any. I don't drink it that often. Mostly just when I'm out..."
Ashley freezes on the spot. Astounded by what she just heard, she asks Spencer to repeat herself.
"What? No coffee?"
Spencer just shrugs.
"Sorry. I kind of have an aversion to it since I ended up wearing it. You could probably recall that incident actually... Besides, I'm more of a tea person." She regards the brunette for a second, taking in her dishevelled appearance as she stands in front of her in a vest and sweats. "...You look like a Neanderthal."
Ashley narrows her eyes at the blonde before returning to raid the cupboards once more, determined to find at least something to keep her sustained.
As she goes back to reading her paper, Spencer decides to cut Ashley some slack. She really doesn't seem like a morning person after all, and Spencer were in her shoes, she'd be pretty pissed. Besides, aside from just snapping at the girl, she kind of feels sorry for her; she looks like she's just been dragged through a hedge backwards. She definitely looks like she could use the caffeine hit.
"There might be some coffee in the back of that cupboard." She points to the one that Ashley hasn't yet ransacked. "My mom drinks it, so I keep it for when she's here... Which is rare, so... "
She lets the sentence linger, watching on as Ashley searches for the coffee like a junkie after their fix.
The brunette lets out a sigh of relief upon finding the treasure, a small smile on the Spencer's lips as she watches on.
"Better?" she asks when Ashley finally manages to make the hot beverage and take a large gulp.
"Much. Uh...Thanks..."
"You're welcome. So what are your plans today?"
"I'll probably go back to Aiden's. Pick up a few more of my things."
Spencer nods.
"What about you? Let me guess... More job interviews."
"No, actually. Not today. Though I do have somewhere to be, so I'll probably be out most of the day..."
"Hmm... Sounds interesting. Where are you going?"
"Nowhere you'd find interesting."
Spencer continues to scan her paper as she answers.
"Ooh, now I'm intrigued."
"Good for you."
As Spencer continues to browse the page she's on, disinterested in the brunette's curiosity, Ashley realises she's not going to get anything out of her.
"Okay, whatever. Don't tell me then."
The blonde just goes back to her paper as Ashley relocates to the sofa. It's not that she doesn't want to tell her where she's going... It's just that she's known the girl less than twenty four hours, and isn't quite ready to share something so personal with her just yet. Besides, Ashley doesn't seem like a very empathetic type of person, so telling her something like that would probably end up with her making a snarky comment, and Spencer would not take that well...
Suddenly, Ashley's phone buzzes. The brunette checks it before addressing Spencer once more.
"Uhhh... I probably won't be home 'til late tonight, so, you know... Don't wait up."
Spencer adjusts her glasses, placing the paper down on the bar before getting rid of her dishes.
"Uh-huh..." She acts unconcerned as she picks up her bag and heads for the door. "Well, I'm heading now. See you later."
"Bye, Barbie!"
Spencer sighs as she closes the door.
"So anyway... How's the new roommate?"
After a stressful afternoon at the hospital, Spencer managed to escape for an hour, using the opportunity to get a nice cold drink and take a walk through the park, where she bumped into her best friend, Jess. After twenty minutes of idle chat on the park bench, Spencer figured that it was only a matter of time before the petite girl enquired about the annoying brunette who now inhabits her apartment with her.
"Terrible."
"Really? That bad?" the petite raven-haired girl asks.
"Yup. She's one of the most irritating people I've ever met, and she hasn't even been there for twenty four hours yet... She takes nothing seriously, has an answer to everything, and can't seem to hold a conversation without using a ridiculous amount of sarcasm. On top of that, she totally cost me a job the other day."
"She cost you a job?" Jess pulls a face.
"Yeah... Remember coffee girl? Well, that's her."
"No way!" Jess exclaims in shock. "She's your roommate? How did that happen? I would've thought you'd reject her at the viewing."
"There was no viewing. Turns out Glen knows her, and he thought he was doing me a favour when he hooked us up. It was all done through text, so I didn't actually get to meet her before she moved in."
"Shit..."
"Yeah..." The blonde sighs.
"Well, sucks to be you... Hey, you never know; give it a week or two and the two of you could be bffs!" She grins cheekily.
"Ugh, no! Trust me; that will never happen. With a bit of luck I'll find a decent job soon and be able to move into a better place... One that doesn't smell of fried chicken."
"Still smells, huh?"
Spencer nods as she finishes off her drink.
"Anyway, I better get back to the hospital... I told them I'd be back five minutes ago..."
"Sure. Hey, if you see Paula, tell her I said hi!"
Spencer smiles as she gets up from the bench.
"I will. Bye, Jess."
"Why, Glen? Just why?"
After a relaxing morning/early afternoon of lounging around the apartment getting used to her new surroundings, Ashley made her way to Aiden's, thankful that Lisa was at work, but wasn't expecting the brother of her roommate to be present too.
"I thought you'd get on! How was I supposed to know you dumped a coffee on her?"
"I didn't dump a coffee on her!" She replies, frustrated. "She walked into me and it spilt!"
"Yeah, all over her shirt," Aiden interrupted. "Tell me, was it see-through?"
"Dude!" Glen punches him in the arm. "That's my little sister!"
"Oww!"
"Ugh... I'm going to get some more of my stuff," Ashley states as she makes her way towards her old room.
"Hey!" Glen stops her before she reaches the door. "You coming out tonight? Drinks are half price at Al's." He looks hopeful.
"Nah... Nikki's got the night off, so we were going do something together."
"Heh, yeah, do something..." Aiden chuckles.
"Or someone," Glen adds, nudging the dark haired boy.
"Oh ha ha. You guys are just jealous you haven't got a hot girl to call on when you need one," she states as she disappears behind the door.
"I do!" Aiden insists.
"She's a witch. Doesn't count!" Ashley shouts from her old room.
A few hours later, a tired blonde returns to the apartment to find it devoid of Ashley, but definitely not devoid of Ashley's things.
There are a few bags cluttering the space outside the brunette's room, and a mountain of clothes strewn across one end of the sofa.
Shaking her head, Spencer makes her way towards the fridge, but stumbles, quickly catching herself before she hits the floor. Looking down, she spots a box lying in the middle of the floor, obviously belonging to the sarcastic brunette.
"Ashley..." she growls as she kicks the box out of the way.
Typical, she thinks. She goes to pick up her things and then just leaves everything lying around.
Spencer doesn't bother lifting anything up, or clearing it away; after the day she's had, she just wants to come home to her apartment and relax.
She grabs a ready meal from the fridge and pops it into the microwave, starving after a long, gruelling day.
Determined to make the most of Ashley being out late, she draws herself a bath upon finishing her meal, before settling into the warmth of the tub with a book.
Ashley still isn't home by the time Spencer's out, so the blonde decides to head to bed.
Within twenty minutes of reading, she feels herself drifting off, succumbing to the weight of her eyelids, heavy with sleep. Almost immediately, she falls into a peaceful sleep.
Her slumber doesn't last long however, as almost two hours later, she's woken by a loud bang from the living room, followed by hushed voices.
"Shhhh!"
"Whoops..." There's a giggle.
Spencer panics slightly, not recognising the voice.
"I told you to watch out for the table!" Okay, that voice is definitely Ashley's, Spencer muses.
"I know, but I got distracted..." And that one is definitely female...
There's some movement before Ashley moans.
"So... This tour's been great and all," the second voice purrs. "But what I really want to see is your bedroom..."
More movement is heard before the second girl lets out a high-pitched screech.
"Shhhh! You need to be quiet! My roommate, remember?"
"Oh yeah, the boring one. Right..."
Spencer pulls a face at this. 'Boring? She thinks I'm boring?'
"I didn't say she was boring. She's just –"
"Ashley, she's boring. Just... Take me to your room and fuck me already." Nice, Spencer thinks to herself; what a classy girl.
There's more fumbling before Spencer hears Ashley's door close. She closes her eyes again, trying to get back over to sleep, but as she starts to doze off, is startled by the loud giggling from the next room.
Soon enough, the giggles are replaced by low moans and the occasional thump of the headboard against the wall.
Spencer growls as she covers her head with the pillow in an attempt to mute the sound, but it only muffles it slightly.
Despite the noise, she finds herself dozing off ten minutes later, but is startled once more, this time, not by loud moans, but by the screams of a girl clearly in ecstasy.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Yes, Ashley! Right there! Yes! Yes! Shit! I'm going to... Ohhhh! Oh fuck!"
Spencer covers her face with her hands and shakes her head as she tries to ignore the screeching banshee next door.
Within a few seconds, the sound dies down, the mystery girl obviously spent, and Spencer tries again, for the third time, to get some sleep. Once again though, her effort is in vain, as a few moments later, the moaning starts up again.
"Again? Already? I'm already spent..." Yes, Ashley, listen to the girl, Spencer thinks; she's already spent, so you guys should just call it a night.
"I'm only getting started..."
"Fuck..." Spencer breathes into the darkness as she hears some incoherent mumbling from the Ashley.
"What? Wow, we haven't tried that in a while... Okay..."
There's some shuffling before Ashley's guest cries out in pleasure once more.
"Oh my God, I forgot how good you were at this!"
Spencer grimaces at this. She's already established that Ashley must be good at what she's doing from the girl's screams; she really doesn't need it vocalised.
The moaning only intensifies as time goes on.
"Fuck... Grab hold of me there," Ashley instructs.
"Oh... Holy shit..."
"Oh my god! Please stop!" Spencer whispers aggressively into the dark room.
"That feels so good... Don't stop..."
"No, please do stop," Spencer whispers to herself.
"Oh, I have no intention of stopping..."
Great, Spencer thinks. It's going to be a long night...
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A/N – FYI, the situation Spencer is in at the end of this chapter actually did happen to me a few years ago... Except it was in a bunk bed, and I was in the bottom with my 'buddy' for the night... We weren't doing anything, but the two up above certainly had fun... Needless to say, we found the whole scenario hilarious, especially since they made the effort to check we were sleeping first by shining their phones in our faces. We weren't though; we're just excellent actors. I'm surprised they didn't hear our sniggering but then again, they were preoccupied... Can you say 'awkward'?