A/N- Hey guys. I know I haven't updating in like a year, but here's some more. I'll try to get the next chapter up asap. Please review. Thanks to anyone who reads.
Ashley's POV
The keys flipped into the air and then landed back in my hand. I continued to flip my keys as I leaned on the side of my car. The warm ocean breeze tousled my hair about. I pushed my sunglasses up to my eyes from the tip of my nose as the sun continued to ascend in the sky. As I caught the keys in my hand again, my middle finger slid through the ring, holding the keys together. I pushed off the car while adjusting my sunglasses once more.
Peering around to the trunk I said, "You got everything Spence?"
"Ummm… yeah."
"Great"
I closed the trunk as she slung a bag over her shoulder. As we walked onto the sand with our fingers entangled, I waved at Kyla and Aiden. They sat on a towel away from the crowed of the other beachgoers. Before we even got to them, Kyla had nearly tackled me and Spencer. Spencer plopped herself onto the towel with Kyla as I walked over to Aiden and hugged him. Kyla jumped up almost as soon as she sat down. She hurried over to a cooler and threw a soda at Spencer and then me. We all began talking about our trip excitedly.
"Aight so everyone's gonna meet at my house in the morning," I started.
They all nodded as Aiden asked, "What are we doing about the car situation?"
"Ummm.. me and Spence are gonna take my car and then everyone else can go in your car Aiden," I slowly replied.
They all nodded their heads once again. The rest of the morning and half of the afternoon was spend at the beach. Spencer and I left around five o'clock and headed back to my house. When we got there I unloaded Spencer's bags and brought them upstairs to my room while she wondered around somewhere outside. While coming downstairs I yelled for my mother just to make sure she hadn't suddenly come home. I hadn't seen her in over 2 weeks.
I made my way out to the back patio calling for Spencer as I walked. I still hadn't gotten an answer as I stood by the far edge of the pool. Then I heard a faint giggle from behind me and the next thing I knew, I was off my feet and in the pool with a blond wrapped around me. As we hit the water she released her grip and as she broke the surface for air, I sank to the bottom of the pool; probably around 12 feet at this part of it. As my body rested at the bottom I saw Spencer look around for me. When she noticed me laying at the bottom she quickly swam downwards. I laid there with my eyes closed, letting the water control my body. When she reached me she frantically started shaking me and then began to pull me towards the shallow end of the pool. She pulled me onto a ledge where an inch or two of water lapped against the cool stone. Jumping onto the ledge, she put her head to my chest as I tried as hard as I could not to breathe. She began a feeble attempt at CPR on me. Right when she gave up I opened my eyes and said, "Your mom's a nurse, shouldn't you know CPR?"
She looked at me with pure shock and landed a hard slap on my right cheek as she said, "You're such a jerk!"
"I am not. You're the one who tackled my into the pool," I defended.
"Yeah.. well, you know what," she said storming towards the house.
"What?!" I called back at her. She just ignored me disappearing into the house. I got up and hurried inside. I followed the sound of her footsteps up the stairs, to my closed bathroom door. I sighed and went into my room. I stripped the saturated close from my body as I rifled throw my closet. The wet clothes were tossed to the back of the room as I put on a pair of boy shorts and a tank.
Spencer was still in my bathroom with the door locked as walked to it. I knocked lightly and then said, "Hey Spence, I'm sorry. I'm gonna go downstairs and start making dinner, ok?"
"Okay baby," she responded, her reply muffled.
I trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen. I looked through the cupboards and refrigerator for something easy to make. I grabbed a box of pasta and a jar of sauce and placed them on the counter. I put a pot of water of the stove and dumped half of the jar into another pan. Grabbing the paper, I hopped onto a stool and began thumbing through the paper. I got up a few minutes later to add the pasta to the boiling water, then sat back on my chair. Spencer came into the room so cautiously I could barely hear her. When she quickly opened the refrigerator door I jumped, looking up from my paper. She whispered sorry as I smiled and went back to the paper. She then sat on the stool across from me, over the island. We both sighed at the same time, making us both laugh under our breaths. After another sigh we both looked up and said, "I'm sorry." I nodded and let her continue.
"I'm sorry I freaked out and slapped you. I shouldn't have. After all, I did push you into the pool."
I stood up and walked over to where she was sitting. Grabbing her hands I began,
"Spence, you may have pushed me in but I was the one who acted stupid. I should have never done that. Feeling like I lost you was the worst feeling I've ever had. I felt like that for days and I never wanted you to feel like that. I'm so sorry. I do things and don't think about them. Because I just 'go with flow' I do things I never mean to do. I never meant to hurt you. I'll never forgive myself for not being able to hold on to you and save you that night," she tried to interject but I stopped her and continued. "I promise I'll never hurt you again, I cant. I'm gonna promise you something, but I need you to promise too."
"Anything, I'll promise you anything," she said as I looked down.
I looked up and found her eyes and spoke softly, "I promise you that if I hurt you ever again… I will leave. I need you to agree too."
I looked into her eyes with such a deep pleading look that I knew she couldn't say no.
She began nodding her head and said, "I promise."
I kissed her forehead and checked on dinner. She got up a minute or two later and grabbed some plates and such to set our places on the island. Once she finished, she settled back onto her stool and fidgeted with her cup as I served dinner. Dinner went by as normal, with some useless small talk about the weather and the drive to Santa Monica tomorrow. I cleaned up after we finished with some help from Spencer. When we were done we both looked at each other.
"Well I'm gonna go take a shower," Spencer said breaking the silence, letting the end of her sentence linger.
"Ok, you can use my bathroom if you want," I said as I sat on the couch.
"Ok. Thanks babe," she replied as she began walking up the stairs.
I heard the shower turn on and I got up and walked upstairs. I went into my room, picked up the still wet close and threw them into the laundry room. I sat on my bed trying to distract myself but it was no use, all I could think about was Spencer. The hot water flowing down onto her body, hugging each curve and covering every inch of her body. I jumped off my bed, running to the bathroom door. She had left it unlocked like she had so many times before. I opened the door quietly and slipped in. She couldn't hear me over the blaring radio and her slightly off-key singing. I ripped off my boy shorts and tank and walked to the shower door. Pushing it to the side, I stepped under the warm water with the beautiful blond.
