"I'll see you on Sunday." Chelsea replied as she prepared to go inside, but I grabbed her arm.
"Hey, do you and Glenn still talk to Carmen?" I asked.
"Yeah." She stated.
"Chelsea, I need those diapers now." Glenn declared before she went inside.
I headed home after that.
"As soon as you left, the Redskins threw a trick to Randle El." Dad explained. "Reed blew a timeout challenging it and we lost the game. If you're in this house, please show some respect for the Eagles. Not to mention, we should spend some time together anyway. I wanna keep you out of trouble."
"I have wonderful news you guys." I stated.
"What's the good news?" Dad asked.
"Things are looking up." I replied.
"They are?" He responded.
"I knew that they invited me over. I'm gonna call her." I explained.
"Hey, she could be with that guy or some other girl." Dad declared.
"No, she wouldn't be with anyone else." I remarked.
"Yes, she could. She's afraid of you." Dad pointed out.
"She wouldn't choose someone named Doug Culpepper over me." I replied.
"You need to hang up the phone now." Dad said as he grabbed the phone. What was he doing?
"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked. "This is my life."
"Put up the phone." He ordered. "She's not any good for you. Don't fucking do this."
Suddenly the doorbell rang and it was a cop. He had long blonde hair.
"Mr. and Mrs. Davis, I'm Officer Kessler." He explained. "I heard about the restraining order and I heard that Ashley went to the school and her old house. I've been assigned to your case, so you guys going to be seeing a lot of me. Do us both a favor and just respect the restraining order."
"Did you hear him?" Dad asked. "You have a restraining order."
"Dad, I'm not deaf." I replied.
"Thank you Officer." Dad stated.
"If you need anything, here's my card." The cop remarked.
"Since when do cops have cards." I questioned.
The next day, I was with Dr. Patel for another session.
"So would you like to be a girl in jail or the hospital?" He asked me. "How about this? You take the medication and if you do fine, we'll reduce them."
"Carmen's waiting for me to get in shape and get my life in order and then she'll be with me." I declared. "That's better than any medication."
"But there's a possibility that she may not return and you should be prepared for it." He stated. Why was he playing devil's advocate. That was a pretty bad movie. "True love is about letting her go and seeing if she returns. In the meantime, I want to try to listen to that song and not lose it. When you start driving again, we can't have you causing an accident if it comes on the radio."
"Can I state my opinion?" I asked. He nodded. "Here's my reality. I learned this in the hospital. You have to work as hard as you can and stay positive, and if you do, there is a shot at a silver lining."
"Work on a strategy for that song." He said as he got up. I got up too.
"Hey, my friend Chelsea invited me to dinner." I replied. "Her husband is a stickler. My mom got me this dress from GAP, but I want to this Eagles jersey that my sister Kyla got me."
"Whose Jersey?" He asked.
"DeSean Jackson." I answered.
"DeSean Jackson is the man." He stated. So that basically settled that.
So I decided to wear the green jersey, because apparently they didn't make white ones for women, with a knee-length black skirt. I brought flowers and wine. I rang the doorbell and began to wonder if it was a mistake to come. I was about to leave when Chelsea came to the door. I probably looked stupid.
"Ash, where you going, Girl?" She asked. She was in a nice dress.
"I shouldn't have come like this. I look like an idiot." I replied.
"You look fine. I think you look great in that jersey. I wish I could pull that off." She remarked. "Are you comfortable in it?"
"Glenn won't like it." I stated.
"Get over here." She ordered. "You're the guest of honor. You can wear whatever you want."
We stepped inside.
"DeSean Jackson is here!" She declared.
"You mean Rookie of the Year?" Glenn asked. He was holding the baby. I had never seen a mixed race child before, but I even I knew better to comment on it. "Oh, you wore a jersey to dinner?"
"Doesn't she look great?" Chelsea asked.
"It's not really good for dinner." Glenn replied. I knew that he would hate it. I should've worn the dress.
"She got us flowers and wine." Chelsea explained.
"Well that's good at least." He remarked.
Chelsea then started to give me a tour.
"You gotta see this." She stated. "We just redid the whole place."
"It looks great." I remarked.
"I wanna redo it again." She declared.
"Why? You'd have to be making a lot to do that." I replied.
"We're doing alright." She responded.
"I thought the market was down." I said.
"It's down, but we can do this." She told me.
"My dad lost his pension." I stated. "I don't want to lose yours."
"No disrespect but this is the time to strike." She replied. "Glenn's agency is taking off and I can buy cheap commercial real estate and sell for at least double. Okay so the pressure is a lot but…"
"Are you okay?" I questioned.
"Okay, I'm not okay. I don't know to work and take care of a baby, but don't tell anyone." She admitted. "It's like I'm choking."
"That's bad." I commented.
"Look you can't be happy all of the time." She stated.
"Who said that?" I asked.
"It's alright. You just do your best and you can make it." She replied. I didn't believe that. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "Oh by the way, Glenn's sister is coming over."
"Who?" I asked. I tried to remember Glenn's sister.
"Glenn's sister, Spencer…" She stated as I recalled.
"Spencer and Aiden?" I asked.
"No, just Spencer." She explained to me.
"What happened to Aiden?" I questioned.
"He died. Don't bring it up." She suggested.
"How did Aiden die?" I asked.
"How did who do?" A blonde wearing a black short-sleeved dress with white patterns that looked like honeycombs asked.
"Hey Spencer, this is Ashley. Ashley, this is Glenn's sister, Spencer." Chelsea introduced. We stared at each other for a second.
"You look nice." I told her.
"Thanks." She replied with a smile.
"I'm not flirting." I declared.
"I didn't think that you were." She responded.
"I just see that you made an effort to dress up and if I'm going to get back with my wife, I need to work on it." I explained. "I didn't tell that she was beautiful enough before. We'll be better than ever, Carmen and I. How did Aiden die?"
I saw Chelsea grabbing her face in the background. I knew she didn't want me to say anything, but I wanted to know and there was no one better to get it from than her. I realized that she didn't want to say anything.
"So do you work?" I asked.
"I just got fired actually." She replied.
"Really, how?" I questioned. "I mean, I'm sorry, how did that happen?"
"Does it matter?" She asked.
"Chelsea, how is everything?" Glenn interrupted.
I looked over Spencer. She did have a nice rack, good for her petite form anyway. Of course I was more petite, but that wasn't the point. Glenn then wanted to show us the rest of the house.
"Let's see the house." Spencer remarked.
We went to a room where they wanted us to guess what this mysterious thing in the wall was.
"It's a drawer in a morgue where they keep dead bodies." Spencer guessed.
"Where would the body go, though?" I asked.
"It's a joke." She pointed out.
"It's a fireplace." Glenn explained as he lit it.
"Why do you need a fireplace in the middle of the wall?" Spencer asked. I was wondering the same thing.
"We have a port in every room." Glenn added. "Give me an iPod. Who doesn't have an iPod?"
"I don't have an iPod…or a phone. My parents won't let me make any calls." I stated. "They think I'll call Carmen. I would definitely call her."
"I'll give you one of my iPods." Chelsea offered as she took out a device and gave to Glenn who installed it. Suddenly, 'Everytime We Touch' by Cascada began to play.
"We can play music for the baby in any room." Glenn stated.
"Can you play 'Talk Dirty' by Poison?" I asked. She looked at me funnily.
"Ashley was a History sub at the high school, Spencer." Chelsea explained. "Ask her to name any president. She'll do it."
"Hey, did know that despite the rumors Abe Lincoln was gay, another probably had him beat. James Buchanan was the only president without a wife." I explained.
"That's fascinating." Chelsea told me.
"You know Spencer's been dancing for years and she's been getting good at it." Glenn explained. "She plans on competing at the Ben Franklin Hotel."
"Really? Carmen loves dancing." I stated.
"Why are you talking about me like that?" Spencer asked.
"I'm just bragging about you. Can't I brag about my little sister?" Glenn challenged. Chelsea always told me things were tense between them.
"Don't talk about me in the third person." Spencer ordered.
"Why are you arguing?" Glenn asked.
"I'm right here." Spencer pointed out.
"Just be nice, Spence." Glenn instructed.
"This is fascinating." I commented.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be mean." Spencer apologized.
"I know." Glenn replied before I took a bite of my food. It was delicious.
"So what meds are you taking?" Spencer asked me.
"I'm not on any meds. I used to be on lithium and Seroquel and Abilify." I answered. "I don't take them anymore. They make me feel foggy and bloated and I don't take them."
"Yeah I took Xanax but I agree about being foggy, so I stopped." She replied.
"Have you ever had Klonopin?" I questioned.
"Yeah, that fucks you up." She stated as Chelsea and Glenn looked at us in surprise. "But the worst of them was Trazodone. That stuff flattens you and takes the life out of you. I was like 'Duh…'"
Spencer then suddenly stood up.
"I'm tired and I want to go home." She announced.
"No, we haven't finished the salad or the duck and Chelsea made the fire and ice cake." Glenn replied. That was one hell of a cake.
"I said I'm tired." She repeated. She then looked at me. "Are you gonna walk me home or what Jersey Girl?"
"You mean me?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes, you, the only one wearing a jersey. Are you gonna walk me home?" She asked.
"You know that you have poor social skills." I declared. "You have a problem?"
"I have a problem? You have no filter." She pointed out. "You also scare people."
"I tell the truth, but you're kind of a bitch." I remarked.
"I tell the truth too and suddenly that makes me a bitch?" She asked.
"Maybe I should drive them home separately?" Chelsea suggested.
"How about you drive them both home now?" Glenn suggested/ordered.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here." Spencer declared. "You love it when I have problems so you can feel better about your own life."
"I don't love it. I just want you to be happy." Glenn remarked. "What is your problem?"
"I don't have a problem." Spencer remarked before looking at me again. "Take me home."
"Do you seriously want to go right now?" Glenn asked.
"Yes I seriously want to go right now." Spencer shot back.
"Guys, the baby's sleeping." Chelsea reminded us.
"Sorry, I don't wanna wake the baby, bye." Spencer remarked before she headed to the door and I followed her. It seemed like I was going. I couldn't help but wonder if I was supposed to come back.
We began to walk down the street to a large house.
"This is me." She stated as we stopped. "Listen I haven't done this in a while. I haven't dated since before my marriage. I don't really remember how this works."
"How what works?" I asked. Did she think that this was a date or something?
"I saw the way that you looked at me, Ashley." She declared. "You felt it, I felt it. Don't lie to me. We are not liars like everyone else. I live in the addition around back which is separate from my parents' house. There's no chance of them walking in on us."
She was totally hitting on me.
"I hate that you're wearing that stupid football jersey because I hate football but you can fuck me if you take it off." She declared.
"How old are you?" I asked her. That was when one thing that never really came up.
"30." She answered. Wow, she was two years older than me. "I believe that's old enough to have a marriage end and not wind up in a mental hospital."
"Look I had a good time." I stammered. "You're really pretty, but I'm married."
"You're married, well so am I." She challenged.
"No, that's confusing because your husband's dead." I pointed out. She then gave me a hug and began to cry. "What? Oh my god, I'm sorry."
She then slapped me. I then watched her as she walked away. Well that was definitely an interesting way to meet someone officially.
So Spencer is a spitfire and she was married to Aiden, which is a bit ironic. Their first meeting a bust, but there will be others. Please don't forget to review.