All right everyone, this is about halfway through now, and this is somewhat shore because it is sort of a filler, I guess. I just want to let everyone know that in the next chapters after this one, shit is about to hit the fan lol. So, be ready. :) Enjoy.


Chapter Seven: I Believe In A Thing Called Love

After they finally finished sucking face, Ashley and Lauren excited the car and walked up the driveway. Lauren grabbed onto Ashley's arm when she saw me. Ashley didn't do anything but stare at me when she noticed me sitting there.

"Hi. You must be Spencer right?" Lauren was wearing another skirt that barely reached her vagina, and looked at me with complete and utter disdain. Before I had a chance to respond she continued, "The girl who Ashley has been spending all of her time with the past couple days?"

I didn't say anything, but I glanced at Ashley instead.

She rolled her eyes. "Spence, this is Lauren. Lo, this is Spencer."

Being the bigger person was always my specialty, so I reached out to shake her hand. "Nice to meet you."

She looked at my hand like it was garbage, laughed once, and dragged Ashley inside.

"Sorry," Ashley mumbled as she passed me on the steps.

I got up and followed them inside.

"Aw, come on, Ash! Why is she here?" Glen scowled at Lauren, as she and Ashley sat down on the loveseat. I hung out by the door.

Ashley opened her mouth to speak, but Lauren cut her off. "Nice to see you too, Gleney," She sported the fakest smile ever as she went on, "And to answer your question, my Ashley here was upset, so she came to my place. As she should," She glanced at Ashley, who was staring at me. "But she wanted to come back here after we… talked," She giggled and it made me even more sick. "So we did."

Glen looked at her with a blank expression. Then he looked at Ashley. "Cool." He rolled his eyes, and went back to the football game he was watching.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom. Be right back, baby," She kissed Ashley on the cheek and left the room. Thank God.

"Don't even start, okay Glen? I know, she's a fucking bitch ass whore, and you don't want her in your house, I get it. She invited herself when I said I was coming back here, and she wouldn't take no for an answer as usual so… yeah," Ashley finished lamely as I walked into the living area.

"Well," I started. "Isn't she a treat?"

"I don't need you to start, either…" Ashley rubbed her temples in frustration.

"You need to dump her, Ash. Like," Glen got up and walked into the kitchen. "Right now."

"I'm not going to just dump her, Glen…"

"Why not?"

"Because. Where's Aiden anyway?"

Glen rolled his eyes. "With your sister."

"Well, that's just great. I have to deal with you," She looked at me. "I have to deal with Lauren, and now I have to think about my best friend fucking my little sister. How fantastic."

"What do you mean you have to deal with me?"

Ashley shook her head. "Nothing, Spencer. I don't mean anything I'm saying actually."

Before I had a chance to respond, Lauren stalked back into the living room. "Ash, honey, I just got called into work, will you take me please?"

Ashley looked at me once before getting up. "Yeah. Let's go."

After they left, I asked Glen where Lauren worked.

"Hooters."

"Figures." I muttered as I went upstairs.


I still had feelings for Ashley. It was as clear as fucking day, but I still couldn't believe it. How could this happen? How could I let this girl put herself back into my life again? I was so much better off, in San Francisco, living my quiet, nice life with Sam. A part of me was upset at myself, for allowing this, but the other part… well, I couldn't help but remember how happy I was around Ashley all the time, and I was feeling that again. Being near her or in her presence just made me genuinely happy. Well, not when we're around some bitch named Lauren.

God, that girl was just horrible. I'll admit she was attractive(not my type at all though), but her personality cancelled out her looks.

Sam called me about an hour later, and we talked for awhile. I knew she could tell I wasn't acting like myself, but she never said anything about it. She must not have wanted to start another fight again. I didn't blame her.

It was different talking to Sam. I don't know how to explain it really, but it just didn't feel the same. She could feel it too. I loved talking to her, but in the back of my mind my current predicament still lingered.

I went back downstairs and spent the rest of the day with my brother. As obnoxious as he was, I still loved him, and he was a pretty good distraction.

Ashley never came back.


I must have fallen asleep on the couch, because I woke up the next morning with a sore back and neck. I didn't feel like moving, so I just lay there for awhile. Eventually, I heard some low voices coming from the kitchen. I sat up to be able hear better.

"Finally came to your senses, huh?"

"Yeah… I just… I don't know, I never really cared about her, I guess."

"Obviously. So, we prowlin' tonight or what?"

"I don't think so, Glen."

"What do you mean you 'don't think so'? Without Lauren following your every move, you could get some serious tail now!"

"I don't want any tail."

"Are you kidding me, Ash?"

"No, I'm not kidding. What's the point? I'll go out, meet some random chick, fuck her, and never see her again. What's so great about that?"

"Um, everything?"

"No… there's nothing good about it, Glen. Because after, I would still be alone."

Neither of them said anything for a couple minutes. I couldn't believe I was actually hearing these words coming out of Ashley's mouth.

"Ashley… are you all right?"

"No, I'm not all right. I haven't been."

"Woah, what's going on?"

"I'm just sick of… everything. I want more."

"More of what?"

They stopped talking again. More of what? More of what, Ashley?

"Ash… come on."

"I can't help it, Glen. I can't."

"First of all, she lives almost six hours away, and second of all, she has a girlfriend."

"You don't think I know that? 'Cause, I do. I just… whenever I look at her, I can't help but think if I hadn't been such an idiot, how great we could've been… It would have been amazing."

"Well, guess what? You did fuck up, you two aren't together, and you're not going to be. So you need to get this idea out of your head."

"I can't just forget about it. I can't just forget about her. I've been trying to do that for five years…"

My eyes were open, listening intently, but as I heard her last words, they slid shut, tightly. I tried to hold back my tears.

"Okay, look, let's be hypothetical and shit right now. Let's say she wasn't in a relationship and she moved back here. And you told her you still loved her. Then what? I hate to break it to you, Ash, but you're still the same person you were in high school."

"I would never hurt her again. I couldn't do that again."

"That's great that you know that and all, but she doesn't know that, nor would she believe it."

"I understand everything you're saying to me, Glen. But, I still have to take this second chance at her, at us. I made the mistake of screwing things up and letting her go once, and I'm not going to go it again. I won't."

Glen sighed. I really need to stop snooping on other people's conversations, because I'm hearing things I would rather not hear.

"Look, what I want and what's probably going to happen are two completely different things," Ashley continued. "I get that. But I still can't go along with my life without knowing what could've happened. So, I'm going to tell her, once and for all, and let things fall where they fall."

I stood up after that and went into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey, Spence." Glen said.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions. "Hey. What's for breakfast?"

"Uhhhh, whatever you make us," Glen laughed.

Although I wasn't looking in her direction, I could feel Ashley's stare on me.