Chapter 2 "Music Is My Hot Sex" C.S.S

When Spencer arrived at Ashley's door she knew it was bad. She could hear Coldplay blaring from inside her apartment, a guilty pleasure that only Spencer knew about, since it was HER "fault" that she liked them. Spencer knew Ashley's moods could be gauged by the music she was listening to especially when she was sad.

When Ashley was down but wanted to cheer up she'd listen to Interpol, when she was sad she'd play Coldplay or Aqualung. When she was depressed and wanted to be alone she'd listen to Portishead or Imogen Heap and when she was really distraught she'd blast "Breath Me" by Sia Fuller.

In fact, Spencer was so aware of Sia Fuller's effect on Ashley that she'd become deathly afraid of that sweet melancholy tune. Luckily in the 5 years that she'd known Ashley that song was only on repeat for an entire week a total of 3 occasions; when Ashley's dad died, when the puppy Spencer got her for Christmas died of parvo and when Spencer announced that she was moving away to Boston for college.

Spencer knocked but there was no answer. Fearing the worst, she took out her copy of the key and let herself in. She was nervous but managed to compose herself before she saw the distraught brunette. Spencer was just thankful Ash wasn't playing "Breath Me."

"Ashley!" The blond called out loudly.

No answer.

"Ash!" Louder. Ok, so she panicked a little. It wasn't Sia but it was still Coldplay.

"In here!" The mini rocker yelled from her bedroom.

Spencer braced her self for the worst.

When she walked into the bedroom, she saw that Ashley had taken the comforter and sheets off her bed. Spencer panicked. Crazy thoughts crept into the back of her head; What if she killed the sporty meathead right here on her bed and is now getting rid of the evidence? The girl was passionate and Spencer knew it. She shook the though out of her head when the brunette caught the blonde's shocked eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Uhm… nothing" Spencer replied unconvincingly.

"What? You think I killed Aid and now I'm getting rid of the evidence?"

Ashley knew her best fried just as well as Spencer knew her. She knew that the super cute blonde had an over active imagination and tended to think the worst sometimes. Ashley loved this about her. In fact, she knew that little fact would mean that Spencer would make a great filmmaker even if Spencer doubted it.

"It's possible… and who gave you permission to be in my head?" Spencer replied sarcastically.

"Thanks for coming"

"Yeah…Well I was tired of watching Sally clean the puke off the sofa"

"It's Tuesday already?" Ashley asked incredulously.

"Yup… so do you want to talk about it?"

"Yeah no… I don't really care about Sally's random hook ups at Billy's"

"Don't be a smart ass… I'm talking about you and Aid?"

"There's nothing to talk about… we broke up." The brunette stated plainly

"Like mutually? Or…." She trailed off hoping Ashley would fill in the blank. She did.

"What? You think he broke up with me? Wow Spence!!… How long have you known me?"

"Oh…" Spencer tried not to sound disappointed but failed miserably. She wasn't upset that she had been the breaker not the broken, it's just she couldn't understand why she hadn't called.

"Oh?…" Ashley echoed. She knew Spencer's mind was brewing but she didn't feel like talking about Aiden anymore. "Will you help me with that drawer?" She changed the subject, pointing at a dresser full of small men's t-shirts and tank tops.

"Sure…But… you're ok?"

"Yes. I'm fine."

"Wow!!!… So what did he do? … Use up all your hair products? … Because you're moving fast…" -Spencer joked, not letting it go that easily, she was stubborn that way- "I mean it's been like 20 minutes since you broke up… You're not even on to the second Coldplay CD and all of his stuff is gone"

"Spence… Don't…" Ashley stated firmly, Aiden talk was definitely not on her preferred list of things to do that day.

"What?" Spencer was looking at her with those big puppy dog blues knowing she could break her.

"I don't want to talk about it." Ashley said, fighting the eyes. She was such a sucker for that particular shade of blue.

"Obviously!" Spencer exclaimed, harsher than intended.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Spencer trying to hide the petulant pout. It wasn't like she was always this childish, the brunette just happened to bring it out in her.

"Spencer what's the matter?" The brunette stopped her man-eviction spring-cleaning to pay full attention to the obviously troubled blonde near the dresser.

"Nothing… If you don't want to talk about it then neither do I."

"Ok. You're not very good at lying. Which by the way is your best quality…"-Spencer couldn't help but smile- "Come on tell me… you know you want to… telling me things is your favorite!" Ashley grinned teasing the blonde.

"Yeah and obviously not yours."

"Ok I'm lost… remember I'm not a semester away from graduating from a prestigious University, you have to dumb things down for me…"

"Stop! How many times do I have to tell you that you're not stupid … And that self loathing crap doesn't work on rich attractive young socialites…"

"Oh no Spence. There's definitely no self loathing here… I know I'm hot… and that's why I have you, so you can translate my menu's and Google stuff for me."

"Obviously!"

"Wow for a smart chick, you really don't get sarcasm do you?"

"Why you didn't call?"

There she said it.

She was thinking it and she said it.

Why hadn't she called?

"What?" Ashley was undeniably confused.

"Why didn't you call me when you and Aiden…? I could've helped" Spencer realized how childish that sounded out loud.

"Really Spencer? And you call me self centered?"

"You are, but that's not the point…" They both smiled.

"I know that I didn't call you but I thought you might've been busy?" No dice. Ashley wasn't convincing anyone, not even herself.

"REALLY Ash!?! Because we haven't spent the entire week together… you didn't think you could call me?"

"Ok you caught me, I'm lying… See bad lying is contagious… " Ashley teased attempting to lighten the mood.

"Ash!"

"Ok so…" -Ashley paused to take a deep breath- "I didn't call you because I didn't want you to talk me out of it…"

"What?! …I would never-" Spencer started and Ashley cut her off.

"Yeah you would… And you have… I had to do it because I wasn't happy anymore. And I know you like him and think he's the one for me…"-Spencer internally cringed, maybe she wasn't that bad of a liar if Ashley believed that- "...but I wasn't in love. And I didn't call you because I knew that you would remind me how easy our relationship was and how much he loved me and I would change my mind…. Again"

"Ash I'm sorry… I didn't mean-" Spencer suddenly found herself wallowing in a puddle of guilt.

"I know Spence… it's fine… I'm sorry I didn't call you last week when I broke up with him but I needed to be sure it was the right thing…"

"Wait… last week?"

"Oh right…"-Ashley winced. She'd forgotten it'd been that long- "…Yeah well I needed to make sure I still felt the same in a week so that I was able to counter argue your arguments."

A comfortable silence filled the room for a brief moment while the two girls took in all that happened in just a matter of minutes.

"Wow… You just said counter argue my arguments…" Spencer laughed.

"We really have been spending a lot of time together"

"Your mother would be so proud" Spencer teased.

"Aww we finally agree on something!" Spencer smiled at her friend's subtly endearing remark. "...So you wanna get some drinks tonight? I have something I want to tell you."

"Oh geez, now what?" Spencer asked overtly dramatic.

"See you do get sarcasm!!… and don't say it's a school night because I know you don't have class till Thursday!!"

"Ugh… Why did I let you help me pick out my schedule?" Spencer sighed while dodging a pillow hurling towards her head.

"Shut up!! You know you love hanging out with me!!" Ashley stated smugly.

"Ok let me just call Patrick and let him know I'll be a little late tonight…" Spencer said nonchalant.

"…right ,Patrick" Ashley muttered between her teeth.