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Sugar, Spell It Out

Chapter seven

For the moment I'm on the couch, wallowing in self pity and remorse. Not attractive, I know.

After an long and really boring discussion about how to make things right with Madison last night where Kyla thought that I just should be honest and tell her that I didn't remember what happened between us which Chelsea agreed with. Jamie didn't like the idea though because it could possible get Madison even more angrier, apparently Madison thinks very highly of herself and would not be keen to the fact that I forgot her. Eric didn't give a crap, he just laughed at the fact that she was pissed even though she were married with a man and claimed to be happy. Glen thought that I should just sleep with her and that he'd be more than happy to join us. Yeah, like that's gonna happen... He said he was just joking but I hardly believe that. And Spencer... Yeah, she didn't say a thing through the whole conversation but I think I heard her mumble that we should just kill her and get rid of the body. I think my mind is playing tricks with me because she can't have said that, right?

Anyways I think we should just kill her and get rid of the body. Yeah, that idea is by far the best. No for reals, I'm gonna go with Kyla and Chelsea. Play the drugs card, 'cause lets face it I probably wouldn't have slept with her if I wasn't high.

I hate Sundays. Sundays are boooring. Sunday means work tomorrow. Or it would mean work tomorrow if I had a regular job. For the moment Sunday means facing my past tomorrow and that is bound to go bad. Ugh, Sundays are really a drag. I want Tuesday because KoL is coming and checking out my studio and we're starting up the recording of a rock album which is going to be awesome. I want Tuesday because that means Monday is gone and my life will again be somewhat normal. Hopefully.

"I really hate Sundays." I sigh to myself.

Two hours later, still on the couch and still hating Sundays, my phone beeps on the kitchen counter indicating I have a new textmessage.

I get up from the couch to get it expecting it to be Jamie again, texting the same thing she did an hour ago and the hour before that which was telling me she's bored and wants to do something, 'cause I mean hellooo? It's Sunday and everyone hates Sundays. At least we do. Anyway, I declined her offers before and will do it again because I like being bored on a Sunday. No, that's not it. Actually I have work to do, I need to write music to her freaking movie which I haven't begun with because today I'm not feeling so motivated but it will come. Soon. Hopefully. I pick my phone up and checks my messages only to be surprised. Not Jamie.

Spencetxt: Hey, rockstar! Wanna grab coffee w/ me?

Cue nose, crinkling smile.

Ashtxt: I'd love to. When/Where?

It takes about 20seconds until her answers comes.

Spencetxt: Pick u up in 20?

Ashtxt: Perfect.

I make my way to my bedroom to dress into something more presentable.

Hate Sundays? Not so much anymore. In fact, Sundays are probably the best day of the week. I'm loving Sundays!

10minutes later my doorbell rings.

"You're early." I say with a smile as I open the door.

"Well, hi to you too! I can go back and wait in my car for 10minutes and then come back if you want?" She says with a chuckle.

"Please do." I say trying to contain my smile.

"Yeah... No." She says shaking her head and walking past me inside.

I watch her walk over to the couch, sit down and pick up one of the magazines. Damn, she looks good today, well she always does but something about her is different today. She's glowing and I can't help but wonder why.

"Are you going to stand there staring at me all day holding the door open or are you going to get ready so we can leave?" She asks without lifting her head from the magazine.

Oh, shit! This is kind of embarrassing... Say something. Come on brain. A witty comment would be awesome right now.

"I'm fine right here." I say closing the door. "Wouldn't call what I'm doing staring though, more like admiring." I continue with a smirk.

"Okay...You do that then. I'm just going to keep admiring this magazine until you breake out of it." She says and now sounding a little flustered which make me smile even more. I just keep looking at her, I want to know how long she can take it. I know I won't have a problem standing here all day.

"Stop it Ash! You're making me feel weird." She says looking up meeting my eyes.

"God, your eyes are astonishing today." I say and she blushes and looks down at the magazine again. I just smiled at the fact that I made her blush. Wait? Did she say I made her feel weird? I wonder if that's a good or bad weird. I begin walking to the kitchen counter and as I pass her I ask.

"Was that a good weird or bad weird I made you feel?" I ask really hoping it won't be the last option. I look over my shoulder when she doesn't answer and sees that her blush is even bigger. Guess that answers my question I think smirking.

"You know, you forgot to compliment my eyes yesterday." She says changing the subject.

I do a quick rerun of last night coming to the conclusion that she's right.

"Damn, I did. I'm such a bad friend. Can't even keep the easiest promises." I say as I grab my phone and keys and walk over to her. "But you never told me what you wanted if you won the challenge, which really means you shouldn't get anything. But... since I feel the need to make up for me being a bad friend, you get one minute to come up with something you want?"

She sits in silence for a couple of seconds.

"You can buy me coffee?" She says.

"That's all you want?" I ask her smiling.

"You can buy me a refill too?"

"Jesus, Spence! You gotta aim higher. You have the possibility to get whatever you want. And now you only have 30seconds left to get it." I say smirking at her.

"It's to much pressure. I can't do it." She says laughing.

"20seconds, Spence."

She's silent now, thinking.

"15 and going down." I say looking at the clock on my wrist and then back at her.

She meets my eyes for the briefest moment.

"10seconds left, Carlin." I say now looking at my clock again.

I can feel her eyes on me but mine doesn't leave the clock on my arm.

"5, 4, 3, 2..."

"Will you go on a date with me?" She asks calmly interrupting my countdown.