Spencer's P.O.V
I could honestly tell you that I have no idea what I'm doing here. Ever since the break-up, I only saw Ash once…and that was when I was moving my stuff. I have been living with Amy for about a month now; she sleeps on the floor, me on the bed. Nothing has happened between the two of us…even though Amy has been trying to get me to kiss her, saying it would "open my eyes to the wonders of Amyland", I have only one thing to say to that…creepy as hell.
The day that I came back for my stuff (the day after the break up), I walked in and there was Ash in only a pair of shorts and a hot pink bra, lying on the couch. I don't know why but jealousy raced through my veins. I was waiting for about 10 minutes to hear some girl or for that matter, some guy's voice coming from the bedroom…but nothing, I heard nothing. I tried to convince myself that the person who was here early ran away before Ash got up. I looked over and noticed things that I hadn't before. Her eyes were puffy and red; her makeup was smeared, like she had been crying. I found myself wishing that I could comfort her, but I knew that I couldn't.
I debated whether or not I should wake her. I walked over to the couch and sat down at the end by her feet. I gently removed some hair from her face and smiled when her eyes opened and exposed the dark brown color of her iris. She looked up at me… confused on why I was here probably. It got awkward as neither one of us said anything. I looked down, "Um…I came to get my stuff." I said shyly. "Why?" she asked sitting up. "Amy said I could stay with her for awhile and I agreed." I answered, worried to see what Ashley's expression would be. "What." She yelled as she shot up off the couch. "Why the hell would you do that?" she asked pacing around the room. "I thought it would be awkward between the two of us now." I answered, eyes glued to the ground. She took a deep breath and released it.
She picked up my face and looked deep into my eyes. "Ok." She said finally, letting my face drop back down. This time I was the one confused. "What…just ok?" I yelled at her. "What do you want me to tell you? That you shouldn't go with Amy? You already know you shouldn't. That I was a complete ass the last time we met and that I am really sorry? You know that too." She yelled right back at me. We were both pissed now; this wasn't the way it was supposed to be. "I'll just get my stuff." I say pointing upstairs. She slowly nods her head and looks down.
That was my only encounter that the two of us had had. When I got back downstairs she was already gone. I hadn't heard from her until about three days ago. A card had come in the mail from Ash saying that she had something to say to me and really hoped that I could just talk to her.
At first I was dead set against it, but once I had calmed down and thought about it, I realized that not only did I have to see Ash, but also that I just wantedto see her smile again.
So here we are, outside of her…our house, just standing and waiting. I thought about what might happen in there and if I was willing to get back with Ash, if I was really ready for a relationship with the Ashley Davies and the answer to both was yes.
Ashley's P.O.V--
Here I am, standing with my back against a chair in the kitchen, just staring at the door, waiting to see if she would really show. If she did then there might still be a chance to be with her, but I seriously doubted that that was the reason why she might show up. I was nervous and most defiantly nauseas. What if she didn't want me? What if that was my last mistake, my 3rd strike? I asked myself. I hoped for one answer on both questions but thought that she would probably pick the opposite one on both of them.
After she went down the driveway and didn't look back I became sick to my stomach. Why? Why? Why! I yelled in my head as I watched her walk away, hoping…no praying that that wasn't going to be the last time that I would have the chance to see her. I screwed up, royally, if screwing up was a sport, then I would be getting a gold metal in it. I watched her retreating figure until she turned the corner, then I silently retreated to my bedroom where I called Sam hoping that she could help me out, but the reaction she gave and the reaction I wanted were not two in the same.
"You what?" she yelled over the phone. "I cheated on Spencer and I have no idea how to get her back." I cried over the phone. "I wouldn't take you back if I was Spencer." She replied and I could help but notice that she seemed pissed at me. "What did I do to get you pissed at me?" I throw at her. "What did you do, 'What did I do…', you're an ass Ashley Davies, you treated Spencer like shit just because she didn't fall for the Davies charm as much as you wanted her to. You used her for awhile and then threw her away. I always knew that you didn't always think things threw, but I never…in a million year thought that you were a pig, now I know the real you. I have to go, bye." She said all in a rushed yell.
I sat there with my ear pressed up against the phone for awhile in shock. There were a lot of things that shocked me in that speech, but the one that shocked me the most was that she was 100 right.
The day after the break-up; I still hadn't changed and I had cried about 12 buckets of tears. It was morning and I felt fingers brush some hair from my hair. I looked up confused and was met with the ocean. Spencer.
She looked down and almost whispered, "Um…I came to get my stuff." I was confused, "Why?" I asked. "Amy said I could stay with her for awhile and I agreed." I was scared and shocked. Amy…asshat Amy. Sam's cousin? "What." I yelled, not at her but towards her. "Why the hell would you do that?" I continued. "I thought that it would be awkward between the two of us now." I hadn't thought about that. I breathed in and out slowly, hoping to control my temper.
I noticed her shy way and walked over towards her and picked up her face in between my hands. I thought for a second, wondering what my choices where, nothing, I didn't have any other choices. "Ok." I whisper. She looks shocked. "What…just ok?" she yelled at me. I turned sharply and stared at her. I had never seen this side of Spencer, and in a different scene, I would have thought that she was hot, but not when the anger that she was feeling was directed towards me.
"What do you want me to tell you? That you shouldn't go with Amy? You already know you shouldn't. What I was a complete ass the last time we met and that I really sorry? You know that too." I yell back at her waiting for her to respond. She didn't though. She stayed quiet for awhile and then finally said "I'll just go get my stuff." I didn't watch her go like last time. I need to make plans, I need ideas and ways to make those ideas work, and I needed Sam. I left her there; she probably didn't want to see me anyways.
That was the last time I saw her before I made my plans. I had to beg (I mean on my hands and knees) Sam to help me out. Now the only question was if she would show up at all.
