Disclaimers: I own nothing, well at least not Ashley and Spencer. Tom Lynch owns them, that lucky bas-…guy (Ugh nice save). Now I do own Danny, Jackie, and Grace. They are mine…but I guess if you want to borrow have at it. I'm not like some people who put patents on things they own…Tom.
Ok first I don't think I'm going to be able to write a chapter every week people. I thought I could; honestly, it's amazing how some of these authors can pull a story out of their asses. Come on, they write a 5,000 word story in 10 minutes before they take a shower. Whatever more power to them. Anyway, Ugh I don't know what I was thinking so, I might put one up every week and a half or 2 weeks. Something like that.
You know I was wondering about them "Ash, Ky, Aid, and Grace" all speaking Greek too. . I mean the language is beautiful but I don't know if I really want to do that.
Chapter 4
I woke to the radio playing again. Weird, I thought I knocked the shit out of that thing yesterday. Maybe Grace but it back up or something. I got up and turned the damn thing off, walked into my bathroom and cleaned my face from any sleeping debris.
Last night I had the most brilliant dream of how to get Kyla back for being devious and for hitting me during my fan…er gym class. Well, I actually had two dreams; the other was about the kool-aid man. He scared the hell out of me, with that "OH yeah!" of his. I said in a high pinched voice, "Oh no, get the hell out of here and you're paying to fix my god damn wall. Don't touch me, you drink. You fucking juice."
Ugh, never mind, it was more entertaining than the dream I had of throwing my sister's Barbie doll shoes into the toilet and then watching them swirl down, down, down.
Anyway none of that matters, what did matter was that Kyla was still slumbering away in lala land or she was already in the shower blissfully unaware of me and my intentions.
As I headed down stairs I took my cell and put it on the kitchen counter. Hopefully this works. I hunted for the super glue and grabbed two of our mop buckets and filled them with ice as I heard my bitchy sister slam her bathroom door. Let's just say I have excellent hearing. Cue the mad scientist laugh.
I hosted the heavy buckets and put the super glue box in my mouth. Why don't you buy shorts with pockets, my inner voiced asked. You know I couldn't find any that didn't make my ass look fat, I thought back at 'It'. 'It' was silent the rest of the way as I hauled my skinny ass up the stairs and into Ky's bathroom. Now wait, I wasn't a freak like Jacklin, and hell no there is not going to see any sister on sister action here…perverts.
Kyla was in the shower, I could tell by her sputtered singing of Your So Vain. It was one of my favorite songs and she was ruining it by singing it off key. The glass is warped so I couldn't really see anything and there was so much steam I wondered how she could breathe. I knew she was taking up all the hot water. Of course that thought was absurd, we have an indoor heated pool to 88°, 7 ½ bathrooms, two ultra expensive dishwashers, and a heater the size of three ugly yellow busses under our mansion. There wasn't any possible way she would make us run out of hot water, it just pissed her off when I said that.
I slid the shower door back just a tiny bit and took the super glue and ran it from the top to the bottom, squeezing the small tube hard. I smashed the door against the glue slowly and waited for any out bursts. There wasn't any, so I applied the rest of the glue to the shut shower door. All that was left was to wait for her to finish and the adhesive to dry.
The ice was starting to melt and as I looked at my watch. Kyla is the slowest per- my thoughts quickly halted as I heard the squeaks of the shower facets turning off. Go time!
Scrambling to stand up, I hauled one of the freezing buckets up to the top of her shower stall and…damn it I couldn't lift it all the way. Kyla was still humming some Taylor Swift song, and I was sure she was just about to open the door. Hurry, I told my body.
Jumping up I maneuvered it over the top and tilted it just right and all the ice and cold water came crashing down on her. She started shrieking, cussing, and slamming herself into walls. I was laughing my ass off but somehow I managed to get the next bucket up and over and more of the same happened.
Literally rolling on the floor, I saw her try to open the shower door and she pulled it hard expecting it to give way. But that's not what happened, Kyla yanked too hard and went flying backwards and fell on the floor of the shower, which was still covered in ice. Screaming and the top of her lungs she was going to kill me, my determined sister clawed her way back up off the freezing floor and started pounding on the warped glass. Time for me to skedaddle before Mama G came in and I was sentenced to chores or whatever Grace found acceptable for punishment.
I ran into my room as Daniel and Jacklin were coming out of theirs to see what was going on. Tossing off my clothes I hurried into the shower and proceeded to scrub down. While I was in there I brushed my teeth to quicken my morning routine along. I used the orgasmic Herbal Essence shampoo but didn't have time to have as much fun as that commercial lady so I had to fake it. Actually, I've never had any pleasure with that shampoo.
Tasting mint and smelling like the rose scented conditioner, I stepped out and quickly toweled dry, grabbed a brush and began straitening out my tangled wet hair. I walked naked into my bedroom took three steps and turned right into my walk-in-closet. Grabbing some navy blue cotton underwear and a bra to match I tugged them on and browsed my wardrobe. I saw a pair of my favorite light blue stone washed jeans, a simple white t-shirt, and a thick puffy hunter green vest. Perfect.
As I pulled up the pants zipper, I glanced at the full body mirror. If there is one thing I love about myself it's…well myself. I looked hot. And even though it was still freezing outside I hoped I would stay in class most of the time and not have to worry about the cold. Ok, so there is one good thing about the school, it's well insulated.
I tugged on my green Puma socks, my old converse and stuck some Gucci sunglasses in my almost dry hair to complete the picture. I grabbed Jack the backpack and threw whatever school crap I took out back in. Strapping it on my back I poked my head slightly out the door and looked up and down the hallway.
The coast was clear so I trotted to Jackie's bedroom and knocked. Faintly I could hear Kyla screaming something about pain, torture, and slow death. A random thought flew into my head what if she was talking about childbirth? Eww…I didn't want to know.
The door swung open and I was yanked inside. Jackie is and always will be a morning person, so I expected her to already be dressed. She was and so was Danny, who was sitting on a red beanbag watching me, Jacklin glanced out to check the hallway too. I waited and Danny shrugged his shoulders and went back to playing some video game. Jackie finally closed the door and just starred at me with her arms crossed. I knew I was going to get bitched out.
"What the fuck," Jackie asked, "have you done to your sister? We went in there to see what was happening and bloody hell if we didn't get told to piss off. Well, what did you do?"
I sighed; Jackie has this thing about being disrespectful to Kyla. Namely Jacklin could do whatever she wanted but if anyone did or said anything to Kyla they would be told off and/or punched. "I kinda had an idea this morning about gluing her shower door shut and poring ice on her," I could see Jackie facial expression changing from curious to amused to pissed. "But I only did it because I had to get her back for being such an ass yesterday."
"What did she do," Jackie asked with her arms still crossed and directed a glare at me.
Mumbling, "I don't want to talk about it." I didn't want tell them about being interrupted during a sexual fantasy. There are just some things you don't tell friends or cousins. Besides I didn't want Jackie to know anything about Spencer yet. She would just turn it into some petty competition and it would suck if Jackie own.
"What?" Jackie questioned me.
Here comes Danny to the rescue. "Leave her the fuck alone. She said she doesn't want to talk about it, so shut your gob and leave her be." Aww…Danny, my bisexual super hero.
Jackie uncrossed her arms and glanced back and forth between us looking for any weakness. But we were used to her and held our gaze steady until she backed down. She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Fine, just don't mess with her anymore. Remember who called us to come here, so don't give her any more shit."
I nodded, "Fair enough." But I had a reason for knocking on Jacklin's door. "Actually what I wanted to talk to you was about, uh…hitching a ride with Aiden."
Now that got both of their attention, Danny even turned off his game. Jackie re-crossed her arms, looked at her brother then back at me and asked, "Who is she?"
"Wh…" I uttered flabbergasted. How did they know?
Danny stood up and laughed, "Tell us any other reason you would haul your skinny arse out of bed," He glanced at his watch and proceed to fuck up my day, "two hours earlier than you need too, piss Kyla off so much she wouldn't ride with you, come into Jacklin's room and beg us to ride with someone else even though you knew she was going to be pissed at you for messing with Kyla and then drive alone to a school that you loathe. There has to be a woman involved."
Damnit, see now you know why I didn't want them here. They know everything about me. Fuck…but this doesn't mean I have to tell them anything.
"How do you know it's a girl?" I smarted back at them.
They started laughing; I mean the gut wrenching kind of laugh. Ok so maybe that was a stupid question.
"So are you going to ride with Aid or not?" I was getting pissed, how long can one person laugh. And besides it wasn't that funny.
Jackie finally sobered up and giggled a yes and Danny nodded. I told them tell Mama G I was going to go and that I would text Aiden to come and pick all of them up.
They got up of the floor wiped the tears from their eyes and said they would see me off. Danny became the look out as we opened the door. When he waved at us to go we snuck down the hall and passed Kyla's room. I could hear her still ranting about what she was going to do to me and how I was demon possessed. I sighed, and thought, such a drama queen. As we walked down the stair case I could sense something was different and right when I hit the bottom I knew what it was.
Mommy was home.
And standing there in front of the kitchen door with a shocked look on her-rearranged with plastic surgery-face, was the queen bitch in all her drunken, sluttish, and ugly glory. Oh my bad, let me amend that, hung-over glory. Haha I was going to have some fun. Especially since she looked like she had been out all night with one of her playthings and had just gotten home.
"Hey Mother," I yelled. "Look who came all the way across the 'big lake' just to see us." I smiled and spoke as if I was Paris Hilton or some other dumbass who pronounces every word to someone who doesn't speak their language. "This is your niece and nephew. Remember them," I asked as I nodded for her.
She cringed at every syllable and held her hands to her ears to stop the pounding but I know from experience it doesn't help. "Stop…yes I know who they are Ashley. What I don't know is why they're here," Mother spoke softly hoping I would take the hint. But I didn't.
Jackie caught on to what I was doing right away and raised her voice to a higher level, "'Ello Auntie, we came to see how you were getting along after the tragedy. Ash told us we were welcomed to stay here," yeah by slamming the door in their face, "instead of staying in some horrid hotel room."
Mother looked like she was having a seizure or a very bad tick with the way she kept jerking every time Jacklin said something. "Really dears could you be a little bit quieter, I don't think the neighbors like to hear our every word that comes out of your mouths. Does your mother know where you are?" She asked.
Jacklin started, "I suppose she does, we left a note with a maid but Mummy was off at the summer manor to relax from all the hardships of being a politician's wife." And Daniel finished, "Besides she wouldn't care or even want to know, it would cause her too much stress. And we wouldn't ever want Mummy to be stressed."
I forgot how fabulously they played the role of snobbish, British, rich kids whenever life called for it. And it wasn't too hard to tell that every word they said was dripping with sarcasm. If anything they hated their mother's tendency to not care about anything they did or said. And they caused their mummy undue stress anytime they could, because to them it meant she loved them for being her children and not just because the Wealing family could have heirs.
I couldn't do anything about family problems right now, I needed to leave. Yesterday as Spencer was babbling on about the drama kids and how they wouldn't help her she mentioned that she had to go to the school earlier then usual and set things up alone. The wonderful word here being alone, as in with out Madison. But I wouldn't have much time to be with her if some people didn't hurry it up and get out of my way.
"Right. Well I want to have a chat with her about all of this." Mother was still whispering to the twins as I was sneaking pass her into the kitchen. "Hold it Ashley; I wanted to talk to you about your therapist appointment." I waited, God I don't want to go, I thought. "You're not going, that man is an asshole and thinking he knows everything." Maybe I should talk to God more often.
"Ok, right then I'm off." I told them as mother went up to her bedroom on the bottom floor. I tugged hard on one of Jack's straps, grabbed my cell, went into the pantry, grabbed some breakfast bars and pushed the garage door button. As I waited I could hear Kyla and the twins. They sounded like they were trying to stall her and failing miserably. Flinging open the door I snatched my keys off the counter and jumped in the car. I barley made it under the opening door as Kyla came screaming though the kitchen. When she saw I was leaving she ran outside in her dark pink robe with no shoes, waving and yelling and Jacklin was right behind her telling her to get back into the house. God this would be an awesome story for the neighbors to tell each other.
I backed out, went around the circle drive and waved goodbye at them. I went two blocks, stopped at a stop sign and text Aiden telling him to pick up the twins and Kyla. He didn't text me back so I drove four more blocks stopped at a red light and called him. He answered blearily and said he would take them. I told him thanks and I would see him at school.
*****
I pulled up in front of the school and sipped the café vanilla frappuccino I had stopped at Starbucks to get; it was so weird not seeing any cars or people. Getting out of Jess, I took all of my things out of the car and looked at the time on my phone. I had an hour and a half to kill with Spencer. I think that was enough time to get Spencer to join the Ashley team or at least join my cheerleading squad.
Strolling up to the theater I looked around just to make sure I was alone and went inside. I need my own theme song like James Bond or something like that. The lights were on so that was a good sign; I just hoped it was Spencer here and not the dreaded Mr. Plum. Please God let it be her and only her, I pleaded. Just as I was walking down the aisle Blondie walked on the stage from behind the red stage curtain.
Watching her I stopped and sat down in one of the seats. I didn't get to watch Spencer yesterday and I wanted to learn her movements and mannerisms. She was so beautiful just going around doing whatever she had to on the stage. She would move her fingers and make each one touch her thumb over and over again when she was thinking hard about something. And would mumble to herself when something didn't work right. All of this I learned about her within ten minutes of watching her fiddle with things when she thought no one was watching.
I got up and made my way down to the stage and jumped up on it all the while Spencer had her back to me. I sneaked up behind her and tugged on one of her blond locks. She gasped, twirled around and slapped me. Really, really hard. There goes my dreams of surprising her, making her fall for me, dumping Madison, going to the same college, moving in together, having a fight about our fish or our dog named Max, having amazing make up sex, getting back together, getting married in Greece, her having our two children (because god knows I'm not), I become a big rock star, we fight over me being gone all the time, I move out to let things cool off, we separate for six months, but we love each other and have to think about the kids, so we get back together again, have even better make up sex, we move two or three times, once our kids are grown I slow down on the tours, we move to an island we bought, and spend the rest of our lives there in peace and in love. But no, she fucking slapped me. Poof there goes that dream.
"Oh my god, Ashley what the hell were you doing?! I have liked a third degree black belt and I'm trained to just attack whenever I feel I'm threatened." Spencer keeps grabbing my hand trying to look at where I'm holding my face. "I am so so sorry, I just reacted, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. Let me see," She order and I felt like a little kid whose mom wanted to see their booboo. I let go and let her see the damage she caused to my face. "Awe…it's not so bad. You're not bleeding and I don't think I hit you hard enough to make a bruise or cause any swelling." Swelling! She could make my face swell. God, I just wanted to cry right then. My beautiful face…ruined.
"Come on suck it up," Was she serious? Suck up what, my face. Yeah she liquefied it with her fist. "Suck it up."
I had to be strong, there was a super hot chick watching me act like a big baby. I nodded and looked at the one who caused all this pain. She still looked innocent, sweet, and her beautiful face was clouded with concern but now I knew better. And then I looked at her fist of pain, damning them to hell. I took a deep breath and said I was going to go to the bathroom to see the mutilation. I could tell she was trying to hold back from laughing. Walking into the bathroom I just looked at the mirror and assessed the damage.
Ok it wasn't as horrible as I first thought, and she was right I still had my eye and it didn't look to be bleeding. Spencer came over and reached into the medicine cabinet. I watched her stretch and wanted to touch her golden, toned stomach. And there goes my libido, and I knew as long as it was working not all was lost. I thought, please God let there be aerobics in Gym today. Then God saw that it was good. I willed the shirt up higher but alas it didn't happen.
She pulled off the shelf some kind of medicine that didn't look to appealing. Spencer saw me warily eyeing the stuff and sighed, "This is Idex, and it's a magic medicine. It's to make sure you don't have any bruising or swelling and it will make all your dreams come true." Hell yeah, that no shirt idea is so happening. I closed my eyes as she got some on her fingers and started rubbing it on my face, "I'm just joking." Damnit why do I always fall for that shit. "So do you want to tell me why you snuck in here to scare the hell out of me?"
I frowned and opened my eyes. She was three inches from my face as I stared into her deep blue eyes and whispered, "I wanted to help you." She held my gaze with her right hand stroking my face, sighed closed her eyes, straighten back up and turned around. It was the most intimate and frustrating moment of my life.
Now I don't believe in karma, or the powers that be, hell I barley believe in God. But at looking Spencer right then I believed with all my heart that she was the one, she was my all, my soul mate if you will. All the girls I've slept with or dated piled together would never give me an ounce of the flood of emotion Spencer made me feel. I felt right then I had to be the best for her and support her though anything and everything. Looking into her eyes I knew my future was to be with her, this wasn't a dream or fantasy. All the joking and any thoughts that this was a game stopped, Spencer was mine and I was hers. Simple and yet not.
It was so maddening, I would have kissed her right then but the thought that she was taken kept squashing my libido with a steam roller. Spencer seemed like the kind of girl who was extremely faithful and would remain Madison's until she did something that was irremediable and caused her such severe heartbreak that then and only then would she leave her. And when Madison does that she's dead because I going kill her. I completely ruled out Madison leaving someone as pure and loving as Spencer. I would have to show Spencer that her girlfriend didn't deserve her love and that I did. A plan, that's what I needed. And I needed to have a clear head when I was around Spencer. It was going to be even harder trying to control myself.
As I was thinking all of this Spencer turned back around and cleared her throat but didn't look me in the eye. I knew she felt it too. "So, you're here to help me? With the set?" She put back the 'magic medicine' but this time I closed my eyes as she reached, so I wasn't tempted.
I didn't trust myself to speak so I nodded. She washed her hands, dried them and slapped them on her jeans. "Well, lets get to work." And she walked out. Ugh, this was going to be awkward. I guess she wanted to go though the whole 'that didn't just happen' routine.
I stood, walked out and waited for her orders with my arms crossed.
She started moving her fingers one by one to her thumb, I smiled so cute. She turned back around and smiled questionably, "What are you smiling about?"
How could I lie and say nothing so I went with the truth, "Your fingers, the way you move them is," my smile widened, "adorable."
She laughed and I could feel the tension ease, "You think so, it drives everyone in my family wild. They hate it. Especially Madison-" Great back to being uncomfortable, but we had wasted enough time and I wanted to get started. Working with Spencer without anyone around would allow me time to get to know her but this wasn't how I wanted to begin the day with her.
"So…what are we doing?" I asked, walking over to the staple gun and picked it up. Aww man, that whole thing about lesbians being awesome with power tools is a crock-of-shit. I can barley work a hammer, and I think that's as simple as you can get. And the one time I tried to drill I caught my shirt up in it and almost strangled myself. Please tell me we are just painting or something easy like yesterday.
Blondie took a deep breath and started showing me what to do, "It's going to be a little harder then yesterday, but we are going to staple this cover to…"
****
Well, let's just say that…never mind, the truth is I was never meant to have anything to do with construction at least the using saws and hammers kind. I think I stabled my hand eleven times. But I gritted my teeth and just thought women are tough, we can take pain. We are stro- Fuck I just did it again.
"Oh…ouch. Let me see," Spencer snatched my hand for inspection before I could hold it out of her reach. "Poor baby you just keep getting hurt. Maybe you should sit this one out and let me do the rest besides you already have most of this section done."
Aww…man does this mean Spencer is the butch in our complex relationship. I was supposed to be the tough one. Not like super butch, just tomboyish. You know the bad girl, look with the jacket and awesome hair. Yeah that's supposed to be me, the player chick with charm and a hot body, but with a deep sensitive heart that needs to be nurtured and loved. The only difference was the hair. That frustrates me to no end, I can never get my hair to look good styled like that, and so I just kept it long…what was I thinking about.
This wasn't going right at all, my mind is everywhere. I've never fallen like this before. It was a little scary; I don't know how to act. Every other relationship I've had, the girl fell for me. I didn't have to do anything, just ignore them and they loved me even more. But who said anything about love? No I wasn't in love with Blondie just in lust. Deep, deep, deep in lust…with her ass.
Right in front on me she bent over from the waist to pickup something off the floor which of course put great emphasis on her booty. Mind you, it wasn't a big bodacious buttocks just two firm handfuls of ass. I could picture grinding against her while we are dancing or on a bed, couch, floor, against the wall, on the kitchen table, shower...yes wet is good. Damnit, I thought mentally shaking my brain, you have a dirty mind Ash. Remember the clear head talk and how can you have that if your head is focused on her ass.
Tossing her hair up, Blondie raised back up turned around and started talking. When I finally focused in the only words I heard come out of those succulent lips was, "…that's what they told me. Where are you going?"
"Um… to Trigonometry, I think," I kind of ended the sentence with a hint of question in my voice. Was she talking about our classes?
"Not classes, college. Wait…you're taking Trig? Wow you don't seem the…smart type." she widened her eyes and looked a little shocked. She realized what she said and became flustered trying to make up for it, "That's not what I meant. You just don't look smart…not that you look dumb. Uh…you look hot," she stated bobbing her head. "You always look hot…maybe I should stop talking now."
This girl was great for my self-esteem. "Aww you're stopping? Just when I was going to make you an honor member of the Ashley fan club," I sound disappointed, and hoped joking around will ease her discomfort.
Spence giggled, and looks at her watch. "Hey we have a while before school starts do you want to stop working?"
"Yeah, even though I wasn't really doing anything."
"Well at least you're here and I have someone to talk to," She smiled. "Thank you for wakening up so early and coming to help me. You're very sweet, helping someone you don't even know."
That last sentence made me think. I've only known Spencer for nineteen hours, forty-three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. It hasn't even been a whole day, how could I feel this strongly for her. Yeah she was gorgeous but I've had girls hotter than her and haven't felt anything like I do for Spencer. I don't even know anything about her, we could be totally incompatible. She might like to dance to disco music while wearing some of Elton John's clothes with a lime green wig in her spare time. God she might be a psycho cat person and have tons and tons of cat things in her room. I knew a girl like that; she scared the shit out of me.
"Ok, let's get to know each other. You ask question and I'll ask one. It hast to be the truth. Deal?" I trusted out my hand, and we shook hands.
She bit her lower lip and started doing her counting finger thing. "Humm…ok tell me the most embarrassing thing you've ever done," she ordered. We walked over to the edge of the stage and sat down.
I started laughing as the memory filled my mind. "Ok I was sixteen and had a fake I.D. to get into these clubs. We were celebrating my cousin's birthday and were at this really popular club. One of my friends thought it would be funny if they put something in my drink. I was already wasted and they were too stupid to understand that drugs and alcohol don't mix. But I was lucky and didn't pass into a coma or something. Anyway I think it was ecstasy, after a little while I decided it would be amazing to be up on the bar and start striping. So that's what I did. Some asshole thought it would be great to call the police. They came, tried to arrest me but I ran around the club jumping on and over chairs and tables trying to get away from them. My douche bag friends got all the action on their cell phones. Finally they caught me, made me put my clothes back on and hauled me in. My dad was called to come bail me out. Ugh it was humiliating. Thankfully my dad had some friends in high places and it didn't go on my record."
"Oh my god," Spencer's eyes looked huge. Then she busted out laughing, "That's so funny."
"Yeah, what's even funnier it wasn't a straight bar or a lesbian bar. I would have felt better if it was a lesbian club. It was a gay bar. I was like one of the four girls there. My cousin is bi and we wanted to have a gay party for him. His twin was one of them who got the whole thing on her phone, bitch."
"You mean they still have it? I'd like to see it…ju-just for proof of course," Blondie stuttered as I grinned.
"Knock yourself out, it's not like Jackie didn't put it on youtube," I said bitterly. "It's funny now but at the time I was really pissed and didn't talk or call any of them for two or three months. Even my dad laughed his ass off." My mind became filled with thoughts of him.
"Hey Ash it's your turn now," Spence whispered like she was trying not to scare me and shifted her body closer to me.
I cleared my throat and got my mind back on the subject at hand, "Tell me something about you know one else knows, it has to be somewhat important. Not, I like orange juice in my cereal. Something significant. And no I don't like orange in my cereal." Spencer quickly snapped her mouth shut.
She hummed with a contemplating expression for what felt like ten minutes, but was really two or three. I didn't think she could stay quite for that long. Finally she voiced a feeling I wasn't expecting, "I hate my girlfriend." I was shocked. "She cheats on me, I know of at least four times, but I'm sure there have been more. The worst part is they aren't girls, they're guys. I don't even think she is gay." As she told me this we moved closer together, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and she laid her head on mine.
"When I came out to my family, my dad and my brother Clay were the most accepting about it. Dad said 'at least I don't have to worry about birth control' and hugged me. Then he told me this didn't change anything for him and that he was proud of me for being so brave. Clay told me I always needed protection be it a girl or guy and gave me a lesson in safe sex. Ugh, not something I ever want repeated again. Glen told me I was weird and not to take any of his girlfriends." We both chuckled and I thought I bet she could. "But mom was the worst. She threw the biggest fit. She told me homosexuals go to hell because they were sick and god hated them. Mom even wanted to send me to some de-gaying camp for gays and lesbians. You know the kind that kids kill themselves after going to. Thankfully the family stepped in and dad told her no one was going anywhere and she needed to respect and love me for me." I was glad she had that support and her dad sounded just as awesome as mine.
We had gotten even closer and now she was between my legs with her head half on my shoulder and half on my chest, tilted towards the right side my neck. I felt every breath she exhaled as I enveloped her with both my arms. Turning my head I wanted to breathe in her scent and remember it forever. She was fidgeting with the frayed edge on the collar of my t-shirt; I had taken my vest off whenever we had started working. I could tell she had something more to say so I whispered she same way she did to me, "It's ok sweetheart, you can tell me." Did I, Ashley Davies who was voted most insensitive person of the year, say sweetheart. Hurry, there is still time to scrap it off your tongue, my inner voice panicked. Actually I kinda liked it, I mused.
I could feel her take a deep breath and in a little girl's pained voice said, "I think my mom bribes her to date me."
I was livid and as soon as I could I was going to go fucking beat the shit out of Madison. And to Spencer's mother, I didn't know yet but she was definitely on my hit list. How could you do something so malicious to your daughter that just loved girls? It's not like it's the end of the world and they are still the same person. I don't get why parents get so worked up about it. Sure my mother doesn't approve of me being a lesbian and tries to downgrade gays and lesbians every time she can. But I don't care, I have Mama G and in my mind she is my real mom. And I know Grace loves me and would never ever do something like that.
Spencer wasn't finished so I tried to calm myself down and listen to her, "Whenever I brought home my first girlfriend my mom criticized everything she did or said and I got fed up. So I started sneaking around and didn't tell anyone but I felt guilty and like I was hiding. I went to mom and told her to pick who she wanted me to date otherwise I was just going to date whoever I wanted and not listen to anything she said. She agreed and four days later Madison had dinner with us. And that's it." Spence shrugged her shoulders and press her face closer into my neck. "We've been together six months. Six. Fucking. Months," As she pronounce each word her grip on my body became tighter and tighter. Now normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, but she was sort of strangling me. I grabbed her hands and pried them off while she apologized, "I'm sorry it's just…god we've never even…Ugh!" Blondie got into her knees and scooted further away from me, "We've kissed…a lot. I should be like the worlds best kisser for how much practice I've had. Serious I've been to second base like five times. Five! That's it! She has probably fucked more guys than that."
For the record I didn't want to know anything about Madison and Spencer's intimacy problems. Actually I don't want to know anything sexual concerning Madison. Just thinking about it was eww…
After her release she fell back into my arms crying. The irony of this situation wasn't lost on me, and I wish that last sentence was happening without clothes on and without the tears. But I guess this was the first time she expressed this anger and sadness to anyone. And I was glad I was the one she chose to trust with this. Still did she have to cry?
I have to tell you right now, when girls cry I become…how should I put this…an idiot. I would jump in front of a car to make them stop. Hell, I've even kept dating some girls because I knew they were going to cry. I would make a complete fool out of myself to make them laugh or smile. What else? I've ran head first into lockers, glass, and the occasional door. Once I broke my wrist…don't ask.
Anyway, Spencer was sobbing on my shoulder, muttering something I couldn't hear. What do I do? was the repetitive thought going on in my brain. She likes food right? Maybe I should get her some. I started humming, rubbing her back and hair. Wait, that's it I'll sing to her…this was probably one of my brightest idea. But what song? Hey a little help? I thought. You where the one who wanted to call her sweetheart and now you want my help, my inner voice smarted back.
Ok, I could do this but what song? Song titles scrolled through my mind and finally one stood out. And I started singing softly:
Dark, you can't come soon enough for me
Saved, from one more day of misery
Everything I love
Get back for me now
Everyone I love
I need you now
Don't forget a million miles for me
Safe and another day passed by me
Everything I love
Get back for me now
Everyone I love
I need you now
So I conned,
I lied I lied to me too
(so what?)
So I conned,
I lied I lied to me too
(so what?)
Hold out for the ones you know will love you
Hide out from the ones you know will love you
You, you too
Hike to the edge and barely there
Slow
To make my move, I'm almost there
Everything I say I say to me first
Everything I do I do to me first
So what, I lied I lied to me too
(so what?)
So what, I lied I lied to me too
Hold out for the ones you know will love you
Hide out from the ones you know will love you
You, you too
Dark you can't come soon enough for me.
I finished still stroking her hair. I had been focusing on the music and didn't notice her falling asleep. Hey it worked, I thought. What time was it?
I shifted sleeping beautiful over and dug out my watch from my pocket. "Shit," I muttered as I looked at the display, we were already late for our first class. The walls must be sound proof, we didn't hear any bell or ringing.
I looked down again at Spencer, she really was heartbreakingly beautiful. I brushed back some stray golden hair from her face. Knowing I needed to wake her up, didn't mean I wanted to. How could anyone hurt this angel? I paused angel, it sounded like an echo from the past. Whatever I couldn't deal with memories right now, I needed to get out of here so I could smash Madison's face in. I was serious about that, and I needed to do it while I was still pissed. Whoop! Adrenalin is bitch'n.
Nudging Blondie didn't work, so I softly whispered in her ear, "Hey, gorgeous wakey wakey eggs and bakey." It was something dad used to say to get us up if he was home. He always had funny little quirks.
Spencer had slid down when I sifted back and forth to wake her. She stretched and yawned loudly. And of coarse the stretching made me focus on two of her body's stimulating attributes. Spence squinted and finally open them wide and noticed me admiring her breasts and the way her stretch showed off her toned, sun kissed skin and belly button.
"Caught you, Ashley," Spencer seductively said as she squirmed around to get more comfortable on me.
I felt my face heating up, I couldn't remember the last time I bushed. Oh yeah I could, Mama G dragged one of my conquests out of the room right as we were fucking. God talk about embarrassed. And I was now again, even if I got caught I didn't think she would comment.
"Yeah…well…when you flaunt it around like that," I grinned seeing her expression turn sour. "It just draws the eyes to your fucking sexy body," I taunted while stroking the exposed tense skin and running my eyes to her face, then down to her contracting stomach and back up.
"You're bad," Spencer said huskily.
"You don't know how bad," I smirked thinking I one upped her.
"Why don't you show me?" she stared deep into me, into my soul, and her eyes reflected back my desire.
"Why don't I show you?" I could hardly breath that out.
Fuck I was going to ravish her right there on the stage floor. I wanted to make her scream my name as I plunged and sucked and fucked her into oblivion. I pulled her shirt up more, reveling even more of her soft and luscious skin. Fuck everything that kept us apart: my warped sense of honor, her girlfriend, her mother, this school, rules, obligations, society, people in general, and the unforeseen occurrences. I wanted to personally eliminate all obstacles. God if this beast, this sex crazed animal, is what she could turn me into with only a few minutes and a look. What else could she do?
"Ashley." Spencer drew out as if it was a warning.
Shaking my head I tried to force myself out of this sexual haze she lead me into. She was right I wasn't strong enough to over come all of those things right now. And with dad dying two months ago, I still had issues and things to solve before I got caught up in a serious relationship. Which would be what this would evolve into, I couldn't have her just once. She was addictive and I was already an addict for her.
She was already off me, I missed her closeness and warmth. Spence was already putting her jacket and that same scarf back on. "We have to set rules," she muttered as she stuffed some paper into her bag. This whole time she wouldn't meet my eyes.
I sighed and groaned as I got up, I threw on my vest and tossed Jack over my back. Maybe she was right, rules would be good. I wanted to get to know her before I fucked her and to do this I needed something to prevent me. Hopefully self made up rules would do the trick.
"Well we are fifteen minutes late for our first period class. Ummm...could we discuss this over coffee or something?" I asked hoping to get a non-date, which I would think of as a date anyway.
"Whatever I'm making A's in all my classes anyway, no worries. Sure I'll give you my cell phone number and you drive come by and pick me up?'' Spencer seemed happy with this arrangement but I think she knew what I was thinking. But I didn't care I got the girls number, score. "And by thing way…your going to tell me the most significant thing in your life that no one knows about too. If I had to spill my secret then so are you."
I grinned weakly back as we walked out of the theater together. "Well this is where we part ways right?"
"Only for a short time, Ashley" Spencer stood very close to me and twirled my hair with her index finger. I wanted to turn my head and nibble it but I restrained myself. She surprised me and wrapped me in a hug for a minute.
It was the best hug of my entire life. If our relationship doesn't exceed past this I won't be too upset. Ok, I totally retract that statement, it's total bullshit. She sighed and seemed extremely reluctant to release me. But as she did she gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. And turned abruptly and walked away from me.
I can still feel my lips tingle.
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A/N: I'm terribly sorry ladies and gents. for not posting this sooner. One of the pillars in my life has fallen. A man I considered to be my grandfather died during this last month and I haven't been feeling up to doing anything but mourn. Nothing this past month has gone right anyway, so I'm actually surprised I got this out as soon as I did. To make it up to you for being late I posted 2000 more words then I was going to originally.
The song I used is not mine of course, it's Tegan and Sara's Dark Come Soon. If you don't know them please look them up. I swear I would date them in an instant. Oh and their music is wonderful.
-Cheers