Jumper
A/N: Ok, I remember entertaining this thought before, and a reviewer brought it up yesterday i think, so here is Ashley's PoV!!! Can't forget her of all people, and your all dying to get inside her head, I know I am. I also changed chapter titles, their just random songs that I was listening to as I wrote, all good songs, download them!! Thanks for my reviewers, they still make me very happy. And thanks to you, the reader who's been with me since... Monday, wow a lot of ground covered in just three days. --Enjoy--
Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN. We were friends. Yeah, we were friends for all of 24 maybe 30 hours but we were friends. And I screw it all up with my stupid little "cute" comment. I saw her face when I said it. She's freaked out!! She's disgusted!! She's... wait. Why do I care about some girls opinion about me? Why am I having an in-depth conversation with myself about her in my head?? Sweet Jesus what has this girl done to me?!?!? I thought we could just be casual friends, you know, a distraction from the very boring summer coming up, and my emotions complicate everything. Not again. I promised myself no more relationships after hurricane Aiden destroyed what little was left of my emotions, strictly one night stands. Maybe seconds, but that's it. No number exchanging, no going over to each other's houses, no hanging out, no nothing! God I hate it when I complicate things. I'm like a magnet for emotional trauma or something. I'm sure I inherited it from good ol' dad or someone from his side of the family, their all bi-polar or whatever.
"Oh my, starry eyed surprise, sun-down to sun-rise, dance all night, we gonna dance all night, dance all night to this DJ suga dance all night to this DJ uh huh."
My in depth and slightly creepy conversation with myself to hear my phone repeat itself again, asking to be picked up. I sigh and flip it open, not happy being interrupted during my semi freak out.
"Hello??"
"Well geez Ms. Grumpy Pants, if you don't want to talk to me, you can at least say it nicely."
A smile lights up my face and I almost drop the orange juice I'm holding.
"Sorry about that my little Speed Demon, I was in the middle of a long thought train."
We have nicknames for each other, I was at the same time ecstatic and sick to my stomach.
"My Ashley?? Thinking of all things??"
"Yeah, I do it sometimes God."
"No need to get angry about it."
"Sorry, it was an important thought."
"Would you like me to call back later so you can finish it?"
I pause, have a creepy conversation with myself, or have a lighthearted, strange, and random conversation with a girl that was starting to grow on me... hrmmm.
"No, it wasn't anything important anyway. How much trouble did you get in with your parents?"
"Not too much, but my mom the psycho Nazi grounded me for a week."
I dropped my OJ, damn that's not good.
"Did she seriously?? Do I need to come over there and dispense some Ashley justice?"
I hear a laugh and smile at it.
"No, no. But my mom and dad are going to a counseling retreat for the weekend, leaving me alone with my brothers and the house. Care to join me?"
"I'd rather do without the brothers, but I'll take it however I can."
Oh God, that sounded bad. But, I only hear a laugh, and as soon as she starts talking, I can hear the smile in her voice.
"Sleepover all weekend then? We can just hang out or whatever, maybe bug my brothers or something."
"Whatever you want Spence, I'm there."
"Cool. Oh this is gonna be fun."
Suddenly, I hear a harsh female voice on the other end in the background, and I have a feeling its the Nazi woman. I hear Spencer shout "No, its for a school project.", before talking into the phone,
"Yeah, you bring that glue in and we can... glue some stuff." before abruptly hanging up. I stare at the phone, half disbelieving. Me. Spencer. Her house. Alone. All weekend. Thank you floaty spirit thingies that watch over people from way up there. I do my little victory dance before racing upstairs to crank up my guitar.
That was Sunday afternoon, and the week before Spencer's went by agonizingly slow, and I found myself staring at my calendar or clock, shouting at it to move faster, get me to the weekend. By Wednesday, I had torn up my calendar and thrown my clock off my roof. I resort to going back to the park to play guitar, but I get to fidgety to play anything really worth-while, and by Thursday night, I've been lying down on the baseball diamond all day with my guitar, staring up at the sky. Friday finally arrives, and I'm as anxious as Michael Jackson awaiting his sentence. If the week before Friday was slow, the next hours of my life were as slow as slow could get, and I finally resorted to staring at the clock again, I'm not sure she even gave me a time to be there, but I stared anyway. Finally, my phone rang, and I almost dropped it, I opened it so viciously.
"Hello?"
"The parents have left the house, I repeat the parents have left the house."
I didn't even wait to hear the rest, I dropped my phone and was out the door to my Porsche. I was there at record time and vaulted over the drive to the white door. I bang on it as loud as I can and step back, trying to push my emotions back down and stop my shaking. The door is finally answered by some blonde guy who immediately starts hitting on me.
"Hey baby, what can I do for you?"
I roll my eyes and brush past him, stopping in the entryway and searching this way and that for Spencer.
"Watcha lookin' for baby? I'm right here."
I open my mouth to say something but am immediately cut off by another one.
"Glen, stop being an ass for like five seconds please."
"Sorry Spence, but she's hot, no way I'm lettin' you have her."
She pushes him roughly away as she curses at him.
"Don't you have some party to go to and get wasted at?"
"Yeah but..."
"Go. Now."
He looks me over one more time before shrugging and grabbing a jacket from the stand and slamming the door shut, causing Spencer to wince. I guess she doesn't like loud noises.
"I'm so sorry, he's just an..."
"Ass, yeah I figured as much."
She smiled, happy I could forgive her idiot brother. Yeah, I didn't have any siblings, but I'd had enough friends to know that they get pretty damn annoying really fast.
"So, welcome to the house of the Carlins."
She takes me on a grand tour, and I find the house pretty small, but really nice, and every room I travel through has a piece of Spencer in it, that same comforting sort of presence that I love. We finally travel upstairs to a closed door with little stickers all over it and a "NO BOYS" sign on it. I laugh at it before she opens it.
"And this is my room."
I'm almost blinded by the brightness of the room, the sunlight reflecting off of the bright paint and straight into my eyes. As soon as my eyes adjust to the extreme light, I find it to be like any other high school girls room, complete with a matching set of pillows and a bedspread, pictures of "cute" guys, and random notes and drawings taped up here and there. It's pretty small, but every square inch of the room, air, and space scream Spencer, and I find myself comforted by it. If I had to be locked in any room for the rest of my life, it would be this room. Her voice startles me out of my contemplating.
"It's not too big but, I like it."
"I do too, it's nice."
She smiles before plopping down on her bed, letting out a heavy sigh as she lays back and stares at the ceiling. I can feel somethings up. I follow her lead and lie down next to her, putting my hands behind my head and switching glances between the ceiling and Spence. We don't talk for a long time, and after a while, I can definitely tell that somethings wrong.
"Hey Spence?"
She turns to look at me with those eyes, and I'm just so tempted to grab her hand and pull her closer, but I fight the urge and keep my look level with hers. She fidgets under my gaze, and I know I'm getting to her. She finally breaks the silence.
"Whats up?"
"What's wrong?"
She falls silent again, her eyes still on me, and I can see her eyes sort of glaze over, almost as if to say, "I'm not telling you anything." That look troubles me, so I speak again.
"You can tell me anything you know that right?"
"Yeah but..."
"But?"
"I don't know, I just really don't want to think about it right now. It's confusing and messy, and complicated, and all this other stuff."
"Tell me about it."
"It like clutters up my brain and won't leave me alone, and I can't seem to sort it out."
"Maybe you can't sort it out by yourself, maybe you need someone's help."
She immediately closed her mouth as soon as I said that, knowing where this conversation was going.
"Maybe. I don't know."
Suddenly, an idea pops into my head, and I sit up and grab Spencer's hand, pulling her off the bed to face me.
"What?"
"I have an idea, come on, I want to take you somewhere."
"But I'm..."
"Then why did you have me over?"
She stops again and frowns. God, she's so cute, regardless of her facial expression.
"Ok, fine."
I grin and pull her quickly down the stairs and push her out the door and into my car as I gun out of the driveway and out of the neighborhood. Damn, why didn't I think about this before.?
A/N: More fodder!! I find fodder is pretty fun to write. Anyway, I'm beat, and I have to get at least 5 to 6 hours minimal for high school, lest I fall asleep and get caught again. So, goodnight/morning/afternoon to you all, read, review, enjoy, and whatever else it is that you crazy kids do.