For Charlee and noodles
Fallin'.
Yes I am fallin;.
And she keeps callin me back again.
Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do have a bunch of Beatles love songs stuck in my head. Why you ask? I've just spent my entire last week hanging out with Spencer. It has been fantastic. We went fishing (she baited my hook), we rode dirt bikes, hiked up the mountain, had a picnic by a waterfall, bowled, roller bladeded and baked a cake for her father's birthday.
I even managed to get five chapters written. I didn't need to pack my box with five liquor jugs either. The words they've just started flowing like honey from a pot. Seems like all I needed was a muse, and Spence is the best muse in the history of muses.
I look forward to writing! Can you believe that? The words they go and go and they just don't stop.
And you know what the best part is? I have a date with Spencer tonight.
Okay, it's not a date in the tradition sense. But it's going to be just the two of us. She's going to cook dinner for me at her place and we're going to do some painting. I am so psyched about this I can hardly contain myself. She just makes me happy. She's becoming the best friend I have ever had.
"Hey Ash,"
"Holy crap!" I shout, "Spencer you have got to stop doing that! I know you own the house but geeze give me some warning."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. What are you doing?"
"I was just finishing up this chapter of the story."
"Oh can I read it?"
"No, it's not ready. I'm not even done with it yet."
"Okay, sorry," she smiled, "Oh, oh, oh."
"What?"
"My phone is vibrating," she said, "excuse me a minute."
"Okay," I say. I love that she just drops over. She brings such a positive energy with her that just leaks all over and makes me so happy.
"I don't care!" Spencer shouts.
This can't be good.
"Maria I don't care, you're not even in town. I can hang out with whom ever I want to and do whatever I want to do, you're not the boss of me."
You tell her Spencer. Peppy runs into the kitchen, obviously he doesn't like Spencer shouting any more than I do. "Hey buddy, you want a treat." He wags his tail and gives a woof.
"NO! It's not. Being my girlfriend doesn't mean you own me. I don't tell you you can't go off for two weeks with your friends to Las Vagas do I? Then you can't tell me not to hang out with Ashley!"
"Oh boy," I say bending down to feed the dog, "this does not sound like it's going to be pleasant."
"Okay well, then maybe I don't want a girlfriend any more."
"What?"
"Woof?"
"You heard me. I'm tired of you never being around and trying to control me. I'm not dealing with it any more this is over."
"Peppy, Peppy, come on lets go outside, quick."
But we are too slow, Spencer growls as she comes back into the kitchen tossing her phone on the table, "I am so over all this. I just can't any more. We're done."
I just stand there watching her, I mean, what do you do when you're a bystander at a head on collision.
"I am my own person and I'll be my own person. And I'll be my own single person!"
I watch her pace.
"And she had the audacity to accuse me of cheating on her! Who the hell does she think I am? I'm tired of trying to make this relationship work. I'm tired of fighting and being bullied and manipulated and left behind. I'm not doing it any more. If she thinks she can change my mind she's got another thing coming."
Is it safe to talk?
"I mean really."
Maybe if I don't move she'll forget I'm here.
"Will you just say something!"
I jump, "you're right you deserve to have the freedom to make friends and do stuff, or whatever."
"Thank you!"
She's pacing again so I sit down and watch her, I'm really out of my depth right now. I mean I've been the dumper and dumpee but I've never been around when some one elses relationship collapsed. I don't really know what to do.
"I mean it's like shes not even been apart of this relationship for the last six months anyway. Like she's been looking for any other person to spend her time with. Any other thing to do that wasn't be with me and when she was with me she'd pick fights. I hate fighting!"
"Me too!"
It seemed like the right thing to say.
"Come on lets go!"
"Where are we going?"
"Out!"
"Okay."
She heads out the front door to her truck and I put Peppy back in his pen outside. When I get around to the front I see her sitting in the truck, fuming. More angry than I believe I have ever seen another person. I'm thinking, maybe I should drive.
"Hey, Spence, you want me to drive?"
"Get in!"
You don't have to tell me twice.