AN: For the Skins lovers as well, Effy is my inspiration for Lana. I loved Effy in Skins, and I thought that Kaya could have passed as a Davies' sister as well.
Anyways, I think you guys are gonna like this chapter, hopefully.
Enjoy~
The St. Marks ball is by far the smallest, and of course, the classiest ball you'd ever imagine. To me, it even beats Cinderella and all that other shit. It's basically a ball- just like Disney- that celebrates peace and unity as one. Christine co-plans it so of course, Kyla is all over it. It's hard to get into though, just because Christine likes to keep it classy by keeping the guest list short. There are usually only about 75 people that attend every year and I have been to 3 of them- one for each year I had been with Ashley. The great thing about the St. Marks ball is that everyone there is completely remarkable. NO one there is fake, or is there just for show- they're all there because they genuinely love to help people.
But even though I opposed to go this year- for obvious reasons- Christine is making me go because she already bought the dress for me, apparently. So here I am- at Kyla and Lana's- in the dress sitting on my bed or three days.
"You're okay with coming tonight, right?" Lana is in my room too, sitting by the window smoking a cigarette because Kyla doesn't let her smoke at all in the house. She blows the smoke out the window, "You know Ashley will be there."
I just shrugged, "There's no reason to fuss about this. I'm going to have to see her sooner or later if I want to get my stuff."
She shrugged, "Still. This isn't exactly a requirement in life. You don't have to go."
I nodded, fumbling with my dress. "Eh, whatever. It's not that big of a deal to me. We'll see what happens, I guess."
She nodded and quickly threw her cigarette out the window once she heard footsteps.
"Oh my god," Christine smiled once she walked in with Kyla to her side. She and Kyla were clad in their dresses as well. They looked like Davies beauties. "You both look beautiful. All of you do."
I smiled. Christine would be the best mother in law in the world, honestly. Without a doubt. "You look incredible, Christine."
Her smile widened if that was even possible. The out of nowhere, she frowned. "Uhm, Ashley is downstairs."
Lana rolled her eyes, which didn't surprise me one bit, while Kyla just made a face. Christine smiled oddly and continued, "But the limo is here and you know Ashley, so she'll be taking her car instead."
I do know Ashley. She never dresses up for the St. Marks ball; she just throws on a white button up and some slacks. Mainly because she works for the St. Marks organization so when she's at the ball, she's technically working.
So with no surprise, when I go downstairs, I find her sitting on the couch, clad in her white button down and slacks. She looks different though; more tired. Older.
Or maybe it's just me.
"Wow," she says once she looks up at me.
"What?"
"You really are beautiful." She looks down for a bit, kind of like how people do so at funerals. She sighs though, once she notices her family flood down the staircase.
And just like that, we're not in our own world anymore.
xxxxx
Once we arrive at the ball, nothing is different. It's the same old, same old stuff you'll always see at the St. Mark's ball. Same people talking about the world, peace, and human rights and such. Nothing different. Except the fact that I'm not with Ashley. And like the creepy stalker I am, I'm watching her anyway. Ashley's been with her best friend Aiden the entire time. Aiden is her old band mate, and has been her best friend since they sat next to each other in third grade. He just got married (which was the reason why their band split up in the first place) so I'm surprised that he's not with his wife.
"Staring is never polite," Lana smiled at me. "Unless you're admiring, I guess."
I rolled my eyes. Lana and I were standing in the back being weirdos while we wait for Christine and Kyla to come back to us.
"I'm not staring, Lana."
"You're looking very intensely though."
I sighed. "I'm not, Lana."
"You miss her."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
I rolled my eyes and looked over at Christine, whom was walking over back to us without Kyla, but Ashley and Aiden with her. My eyes widened. "Oh fuckidy fuck."
"What?" Lana's eyes followed to where mine were. She chuckled, "Oh shit."
"Hello my favorite girls," Christine smiled at us, who which Ashley rolled her eyes (not that I was looking or anything). She turned toward Ashley and Aiden. "These two just wanted to say hi."
Aiden smiled at us. "Hello, Lana. Spencer. It's nice to see you both again."
Lana and I smiled, "Hi Aiden."
Christine pushed Aiden into Lana's arms, whom just made a disgusted face as some weird slow European song comes on, "Oh my slow song! Let's all dance."
She pushed me into Ashley's arms and threw us onto the dance floor. I froze, and so did Ashley, whom looked over at Aiden who was stiffly dancing with Lana.
I sighed and looked over at Christine, who was now dancing with Kyla. There's no getting out of this now. "Let's just get on with this, Ashley."
"I didn't think you'd come," Ashley looked down at me while she wrapped her arms around my waist and I wrapped her arms around her neck. "I thought you had with the Davies clan and their shit."
I sighed. "No. I'm still here."
"Kyla is actually dancing with my mom. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable."
I chuckled. "I always thought it was weird how Christine wanted to dance with her daughters rather than her sons."
"That's probably what doomed me into gayness, probably."
"Indeed."
She smiled and looked off at Christine, who was smiling proudly while she danced with Kyla.
"I missed you."
"Husbands tend to miss their mistresses after they leave."
She made a face and rolled her eyes, "The difference is that I'm not married."
"I'd like to be, but that doesn't seem to make any difference what so ever."
She sighed and gripped my waist a bit tighter. "You're more wife material."
"So you would see a mistress?"
"No!" Ashley shook her head frantically. I could tell she was getting frustrated. "I'm just saying if I could be with you again, you'd be my wife... No mistresses."
I dropped my arms from around her neck. "And only now you're going to tell me this? Gee, thanks a whole lot Ashley."
I rolled my eyes and walked away; overly pounding my heels into the polished floor so she'll maybe, take the hint for once.
Granted, if she had said this a week or so ago- it'd make me the happiest girl on Earth. In fact, I'm ashamed to admit that hearing it still does make me the happiest girl on Earth, but the belated comment just plain out pisses me off now. Of course, I love her and everything that comes along, but it's just plain out hurtful for someone to call you 'wife material' after they have left you. It's like... a tease. It's list saying something, but not exactly what it really fucking means. It's really fucking confusing, that's all.
"Spencer, wait!" I can hear Ashley running behind me. Luckily for us, we're in a deserted hallway. "Just stop, please."
She grabs my arm and pushes me into the wall- keeping me in place.
"Ashley, what do you-"
"I'm an asshole, okay?" She tilts up to make sure I'm looking at her. "I'm a complete and total fucking asshole and in no shape, way, or form do I deserve you. I know that. I know I'm a loser and a coward, but I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm like this, but I'll change. You're the only one, Spencer. There's no one else. I love you, alright? I really fucking love you."
I was completely speechless.
Except my stupid self just had to ask the god-awful question, "Why?"
"Because I'm at this fucking ball and the fucking plates are making me think of you," she gestured toward the hall. "Just because I remember how you didn't trust dishwashers and insisted on washing the dishes even after they had been in the dishwasher."
She took my hands.
"Spencer, I woke up this morning and I was literally baffled at the thought that you weren't next to me," she frowned, still looking me in the eye. "I literally walked out of the bedroom, calling your name because I couldn't believe that you weren't there. And I, I don't give a shit what the world thinks anymore. Well, maybe I do because I don't want some creep jacking off to-"
I cut her off right there- just because she was just so my Ashley by ruining the moment with an inappropriate comment. So I cut her off with my lips. I could feel her lips smiling against mine as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
"It's about time," I could hear Christine from behind us, probably with a smirk on her face with Kyla and Lana in tow. Ashley flipped them off, her lips never leaving mine.
Perfect.
Another AN: For the ones that liked I Swear This Time I Mean It, I've decided to write a sequel and it would probably be up in… two weeks or so. Hopefully, that is.
Let me know what you think~
