~*~6~*~She's A Witch
"Pie sounds good?" Brandon chuckled as they walked back to Spencer's apartment slowly. "I cannot believe that's all you could say."
"Don't bust my ass about it, Bran," Spencer pointed a finger at him, "I'm the one that got another free piece of pie and her number."
"You have her number because of me!" The redhead gasped and Spencer rolled her eyes, strolling along the sidewalk. "Spencer, it's true." He pouted.
"Thank you." She said sincerely.
"I thought you didn't want it." Brandon said quietly. "I mean, you didn't like the fact that I gave her your number in the first place."
"I know," the blonde stopped walking and shrugged, staring up at the sky as it started to cloud over a bit, "I think she's a witch."
"A witch." Brandon repeated her slowly and scratched his head. "A witch?"
"Yea," Spencer nodded and smirked as she began to walk again. "She was standing there and I felt this powerful… pull towards her that I couldn't ignore."
"Hun, it's called lust, attraction." The redhead laughed.
"Whatever," the blonde shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest as the breeze picked up a bit. "God this weather sucks." She whined, picking up a little more speed.
"It's mid-May," Brandon chuckled and fell in step with his best friend. "So when's your next appointment?"
Spencer shrugged and dug out her apartment keys. "I think next week but I'll have to check on the exact date and time."
"I'm coming." Brandon said quickly and smiled when his friend nodded, giving him a warm smile. "But I'm not coming up."
"Oh?" Spencer's face looked disappointed. "Where are you going?"
"My roommates are having some sort of 'home' dinner." He shrugged.
"Blah, you suck." She pouted and sighed. "Okay, I'm going to stuff my face and sleep. I'm beat."
Brandon smiled knowingly; Spencer could only have so much excitement in one day. "Take it easy." He waved her off and made his way home.
Spencer shut the door behind her and was about to do a face plant on her tiny bed but stopped when the phone rang. She knew it was most likely work and since she had a day off the following day, she figured they were calling her in to work. She needed the money. "Spencer speaking."
"Hmm," she heard a soft hum over the other line, "I definitely like the real version versus the answering machine."
"Ashley." Spencer grinned like a little girl and sat down on her bed. "Aren't you working?"
"Yea," the brunette sighed heavily and twirled some hair around her fingers, "but I just got a call from my roommates and they're going to a party-"
Spencer cut her off gently. "I don't party."
"Good," Ashley laughed, "cause neither do I. Been there, done that."
"Oh." The blonde rolled onto her stomach and smiled.
"So," the waitress took a deep breath, "I was wondering if you wanted to join me at my place for movies and popcorn? I should actually study and work on my paper but my brain needs a break."
Sitting up in her bed, Spencer ran a hand through her hair. "Um, your place?"
"It's cool if you already have plans," she stuttered slightly, "really. I was just, God this is stupid isn't it?"
"Why me?" Spencer asked out of nowhere. "I mean, we don't even know each other."
"Yet." Ashley said confidently. "We don't know each other yet. But you bring your ass to my place and we'll become best friends over night."
Truth was, aside from Aiden and Rory, Ashley had no one else. She always had her nose in a book and she could barely count Freddy as a friend. She was more of a stalker who couldn't take the hint. She met Spencer, she liked what she saw and she needed to know the blonde more.
Spencer only had Brandon. It wasn't like she didn't have the chance to have more friends. She chose not to. She had issues with developing a relationship with someone never knowing where her health led her from day to day. It wasn't worth the heartache.
"What time are you off?" Spencer threw caution to the wind. You only live once was her motto when she struggled with a decision of 'should I?' or 'shouldn't I?'.
"Seven thirty, is that cool?" Ashley couldn't even hide the excitement in her voice.
"I'll meet you there." Spencer grinned and hung up her cheap eight dollar phone after they said their 'byes'.
The blonde wasn't sure how things would turn out. She was terrified if anything but curiosity pretty much won out. Spencer changed her clothes into something more – fashionable. She chose a black zip up hoodie with a pink heart below the left pocket; she had found it at a thrift shop and her only pair of jeans she bought in a 'real' store before Christmas. They were a little loose on her frail body but she found that they fit her perfectly.
"Okay Spencer," she sighed, looking at herself in the mirror one last time, "here we go." As she walked out of her apartment building, she grinned a little. "Brandon would be so proud."
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Next time on Surviving a Broken Heart:
"So what makes you think I'm not a psycho?" Spencer asked out of nowhere, picking up a piece of popcorn.
"I guess I'm just taking my chances." The brunette shrugged with a smile and bounced back on the couch. "Besides, no psychotic killer would choose that type of movie."
"Oh yea?" Spencer challenged with a smirk. "What if I'm just trying to impress you and then strike when you least expect it?"
Ashley turned her head and leaned forward, her lips a few inches away from the blonde's ear. "Strike away."
