Hey, guys. Sorry this took so long :( I've been on my netbook for a while because my real laptop (the one with my writing/ life) in it wouldn't work because I needed a new charger. :( I finally got around to getting one though! So here you guys go! Again, sorry for the wait.
Enjoy!
It was hard for Ashley to wake up that morning, her headache getting worse with each step she took. Light didn't help it much, either. All she knew was that the way she acted the previous night wouldn't happen again.
Once she got her shades on, Ashley found Spencer and asked the girl to go to breakfast with her. She wasn't in the mood to eat cereal. She wanted a real breakfast. She wanted IHOP.
Luckily the man upstairs didn't feel like torturing her that day. There was no line. Ashley couldn't have been more happy.
Her eyes closed under her shades involuntarily as she waited for their waiter to bring them their drinks. She ordered water.
Once Ashley heard a glass make contact with a table, she opened her eyes and smiled slightly at the waiter. "Thank you," she muttered.
The waiter nodded and backed away, muttering something about being right up with their orders. Ashley knew that was a lie, they were just supposed to assure you of that type of thing. They seemed to be really slow cooks in IHOP.
"How are you feeling?" Spencer asked as she poured two cups of cream into her coffee. She brought a spoon to her cup and stirred it slightly.
Ashley groaned; she would've rolled her eyes if she thought it wouldn't hurt. "I'm never going out again. I'm staying home," she mumbled as she reached for her glass.
Spencer smiled sympathetically. "That bad," she asked.
Ashley tilted her head at the blonde. Was she serious? "Spencer," she sighed. "I had sex with Carmen," she reminded the girl. "Carmen my housemate,"
"Yeah, I know," Spencer sipped her coffee slowly. She didn't want to burn her tongue. "How'd that turn out?"
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer looked at the camera. "I'm just curious. I want to know how they even got together, you know?" she shrugged. "I kind of didn't even see it coming. I thought it was just a kiss in the Jacuzzi and that was it."
Ashley rubbed her forehead as she shook her head with a sigh. "I don't remember," she said. "I didn't even know we had sex until she told me this morning,"
"Wow," Spencer mumbled. "You were that bad?"
"Yeah," Ashley sighed. "I only remember coming home and just laughing. But I wanted to go to sleep, you know? I was pretty sure once I hit a bed I'd pass out,"
"Apparently not," Spencer smiled as she grabbed her plate of pancakes from the waiter.
"God," Ashley mumbled down at the table. She watched her plate of food slide up in front of her. "How stupid could I be?"
Spencer shrugged. "There were other rooms you could've picked, you know,"
"Oh, yeah," Ashley asked. "Like whose?" she grabbed the syrup for her pancakes and soaked them, along with the freshly spread butter.
"Mine," Spencer answered. "I told you that already, though."
Ashley sighed. "I didn't want to bother you. I was pretty drunk."
"I remember,"
Ashley sipped her water. "I guess you understand, then,"
Spencer smiled slightly as she shook her head. "No," she said. "I still don't."
"Dealing with a drunk is a pain in the ass,"
Spencer took a forkful of her hash browns. "It wouldn't have bothered me,"
"I don't need someone to take care of me. I don't want to put that on anybody."
"You might not need someone," Spencer smiled. "But I wouldn't mind taking care of you." At Ashley's raised eyebrow, Spencer nodded her head, "I'm serious."
"Well," Ashley smiled, her knife working at cutting up her pancakes. "That's why you're a great friend."
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley looked at the camera. "If I could take back whatever happened last night I'd do it in a heartbeat. I bet Carmen would, too."
Carmen lay in bed most of the morning. She didn't have a hangover and that was pretty incredible. She was pretty sure she was extremely wasted the night before. Otherwise she wouldn't have had stupid sex with Ashley. She had no idea what was going through her head at the time.
But then again, when there was a pretty girl in her bed, who was she to argue?
She shook her head as she remembered all she could from the previous night. She walked over to her drawer and pulled it out. She searched through it roughly. "How come we never go to the beach?" she asked Chelsea.
"Because it's far?" she shrugged. She watched as Carmen explored every draw she had.
"Yeah," Carmen mumbled, preoccupied. "I just think it'd be nice to spend a whole day there."
"Why do you want to go?" Madison asked from the corner of the room. "Sand is so annoying. Especially when you get out of the water. Oh! And not to mention you leave the beach all sticky—"
"Shut up," Carmen growled. "God, shut up."
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen looked at the camera. "I was fine with her not talking. That's the only way I can tolerate her in my room."
"I'm just saying,"
"Yes," Carmen turned to the Latina. "But your opinion isn't the only one that matters, Madison."
"Why are you flipping out?" Madison frowned.
"I'm not flipping out." She shook her head. "Why are you even here? No one invited—"
"Carmen,' Chelsea sighed.
"I'm not yelling. I'm not fighting," she assured the girl. "I just want to know where she came from. I didn't invite her."
"This is my house, too."
"But this is my room," Carmen retorted. "It's called privacy."
"What are you mad at me for?" Madison asked. "I didn't even do anything to you,"
"Yet," Carmen muttered.
"What?"
Confessional…Madison
Madison stared at the camera. "I try. I do. But see this? No matter what I do, I still can't fix anything," she sighed. "What's the point in trying?"
"I just don't like the way you treat people," Carmen said. "It pisses me off,"
"How do I treat people?"
"Like you're above them,"
"What's the problem with that?" Madison asked.
Carmen's eyes widened. Was Madison joking? "You're the same as any other person in the world," she snorted. "If not lower,"
"Carmen," Chelsea warned.
"Let her go," Madison told her housemate. "I want to hear this."
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen stared at the camera. "I'm a little surprised her anger hasn't peeked out yet,"
"You want to get on people's good side?" Carmen asked. "Learn how to treat people with respect. 'Cause let me tell you something, Madison," she swallowed. "If you yelled at me instead of Aiden that time, I wouldn't have hesitated to hit you." She admitted to the girl. "I don't care if it caused me to leave the house; I wouldn't let you treat me like that."
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Confessional…Glen
Glen stared at the camera. "The house is divided," he shook his head. "I thought, maybe with a week's time all the tension would pass, but it hasn't. It sucks, you know? It's so stupid. We're all supposed to be enjoying our time here. How are we supposed to do that if we're not all together like we want to be?"
"Can you at least try and be the good guy here?" Glen took a drag of his cigarette. He was bored being cooped up inside the house and once he saw Aiden leaning against the balcony, he joined the boy for a quick smoke.
He also figured he'd get some serious talking done.
"How have I been the bad guy?" Aiden frowned, his eyes following the passing cars below him.
"I'm not saying you are," Glen assured the boy. "But I just feel like you're more mature than Madison, and I think you should make the first move to put this all behind you."
"I didn't do anything to her," Aiden turned away from the view and focused his attention on Glen. "Why should I fix something I didn't start?"
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden looked at the camera. "I feel like everyone is just letting Madison get through this whole thing like she's pardoned or something. Sometimes I don't want to be the bigger person, you know? I don't think she should get away so easily," he shrugged. "It's like she keeps using it to her advantage. Like she knows what results she's gonna get."
"Aiden," Glen sighed. "The house is separated. Since that whole debacle with you and Madison, we haven't enjoyed our time out." He informed the guy. "At least not all together. It just sucks, man," he shook his head, inhaling his nicotine stick. "It sucks because then there's me, Chelsea, Spencer, Ashley and Carmen just off in the side feeling awkward. Like we don't want to bother either of you two, you know?" he said. "We don't want to have to pick sides, man. But if we did, you know we'd have your back. That's a given. You should know that already." He assured. "But that doesn't mean we wouldn't feel bad for alienating Madison."
Aiden tried to digest Glen's words. When that boy wasn't fooling around, he really knew what he was saying. It was pretty deep. "No one's asking you to pick a side, Glen," Aiden reassured the blond.
"Aiden," he sighed. "All I really want to do is get drunk with my housemates."
Aiden laughed. "I understand," he said. "And I'll think about it," at Glen's raised eyebrow, Aiden nodded. "Really. I will. It might not happen right away, but I'll work my way up to it."
"I've always wanted a puppy," Ashley sighed as she stared through the pet store doors. Her hangover was almost gone, her headache pretty much dissipated once she took a bite of her food. "My mom never let me have one."
"That's so sad," Spencer frowned. She'd had a dog all the years she could remember.
"I think I should buy one," Ashley smiled slightly.
"What?" Spencer snorted. She loved dogs, sure, but Ashley was just talking to talk now. "No, Ash. We can't."
"Why not?"
"Maybe because you live with seven other people," her voice held a questioning edge, but that was pretty much Spencer's reason.
"But you're okay with it, right?" Ashley turned to the blonde and raised a questioning eyebrow.
Spencer sighed, her body shifting in a different position. "It's not just about me," she told the girl.
"It can be ours," Ashley grinned crookedly.
Spencer shook her head with a small smile. "We can't," she told the girl. "What if some housemates are allergic?"
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer stared at the camera. "I feel bad telling her no, you know? I mean, I know she's probably just saying it now 'cause the puppy is cute, but going all the way and buying one?" Spencer shook her head. "I don't know about that,"
"I would hate being allergic to dogs," Ashley frowned. "I think we should still try it, though," she moved to grab the front doors until Spencer grabbed her hand.
"Ashley,"
"What, you don't want one?"
Spencer shook her head. "We don't need one,"
Ashley heaved up a heavy sigh as she let Spencer pull her away from the door. "Fine,"
Spencer smiled as she looped her arm through Ashley's. "I'll buy you a stuffed puppy,"
"It's not the same," Ashley smiled. "It doesn't bark."
"You want a dog because it barks?"
Ashley shrugged, her face soft as she relished in the light breeze. "I like noise,"
Once Aiden left Glen out in the balcony, he made his way back into the house. All he could think about was what Glen had told him. He felt bad for the housemates. That was a given. He'd only try with Madison because of them. He just wanted to do it on his own time.
He hoped they understood.
He walked in the kitchen in search for a snack. Maybe he'd have some more cereal. He smiled when he found a head of auburn hair already seated at the counter.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, joining the girl. "Shouldn't you be the one having breakfast with Ashley?"
Carmen looked up from her magazine and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" she smiled.
"You and Ashley," Aiden grinned. "Shouldn't you two be having breakfast?"
Carmen sighed as she dropped her magazine. "Who told you?"
"About the sex?" Aiden laughed.
Carmen rolled her eyes.
"Glen,"
"How does he—" Her eyes widened. "Shit," she cursed. She'd forgotten Glen shared a room with her and Chelsea. He was always so quiet. "When did he get in the room?"
Aiden shrugged. "I think he was there before you,"
Carmen's head fell in her palms, her groan muffled. "Oh, God,"
"He said you were loud,"
"Jesus,"
Aiden laughed. "Was it that good?"
"I'm not answering that,"
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen looked at the camera. "I hate to say it—just because she's a roommate and all, and that's weird—but, yeah," she nodded. "Last night was pretty great. I don't think I ever screamed so loud in my life." She squinted in thought. "It could've just been the alcohol, though."
"Fine," Aiden sighed. "Oh, but I do need to talk to you about something,"
Carmen raised an eyebrow.
"Do you," Aiden exhaled as he ran a hand through his hair. "Do you think there's something going on between Spencer and Ashley?"
Carmen shrugged. "They're friends,"
"No," Aiden shook his head. "I could be wrong, but, I don't know," he sighed. "I feel like there's something else there, you know?"
"Something like what," Carmen asked, genuinely curious.
Aiden shrugged. "Feelings, maybe?"
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen looked at the camera. She shrugged. "The first couple of days, sure, I thought maybe there was something between the two." Carmen admitted. "I don't know, though. Now, I kind of don't see it, you know? Or maybe I just haven't been paying that much attention to it."
"What makes you think that?" Carmen asked.
Aiden traced an invisible circle on the counter with his index finger. "They're always going out for breakfast, you know? But it's not like a real breakfast. They're gone for, like, three hours. It doesn't take that long to eat," he smiled. "I don't know," he shrugged.
Carmen smiled. "Friends eat, Aiden," she nudged the boy. "They hang out, too."
"I know," he sighed. "But it's the way they look at each other, too, you know? I can't explain it."
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden shrugged his shoulders. "Call me crazy, but I'm not oblivious."
Carmen shifted herself into a better position. She sat up straighter. "I get it," she nodded her head. "I've seen it too, but I thought they stopped."
Aiden shook his head. "No,"
Carmen shrugged. "Then maybe," she smiled. "But Spencer isn't gay,"
"I didn't think either you or Ashley was gay at first sight," he told the girl.
Carmen was used to that. "I know when someone's gay,"
"You're saying its Ashley then? She's the one that has feelings for Spencer?"
Carmen shook her head. "Spencer might be confused," she shrugged. "Every girl goes through that."
"Hmm," Aiden hummed. "Interesting. I guess we'll have to see what happens then, huh?"
Carmen smiled. "Guess so,"
Madison had a routine. She'd get up, eat breakfast, take a shower then bullshit with whatever roommate would have her. Then when she was done with all that, she'd walk over to the phone room and call the same person at almost the same time, every day.
She always needed someone out of the house to talk to.
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Confessional…Chelsea
Chelsea stared at the camera. "The house is quiet. As usual. I don't like it," she shook her head. "I know the rest of the housemates don't like it either, but I don't see anyone doing anything." She shrugged.
Chelsea watched as Madison entered the phone room. The girl looked tired and spent. Chelsea knew the fights in the house were bothering her too. Even though Madison was the one that started them.
"We have to get them to talk somehow," she announced to Glen.
He shrugged. "I tried talking to Aiden this morning. I think I might have gotten through, but he seems to want to push it all aside for a while." He sighed. "He doesn't want to talk to her yet."
"They're both being stubborn in their own ways." She mumbled, her words beginning to muffle as she brought a throw pillow to her chin.
"They're hard headed is what they are."
"Vic, I'm telling you," Madison sighed as she rubbed her eyes. "They're talking about me. I don't imagine these things. I know them."
Confessional…Madison
Madison looked into the camera. "I feel like everyone's taking Aiden's side on this whole situation. They only talk to me when I make the first move. They don't seek me out." She said. "But then when I'm not in the room, I can easily assure you they talk about me behind my back."
"Tonta," The guy on the other line laughed. "What's wrong with you? What's got you so paranoid?"
"I'm being serious," Madison groaned. "That's all these people do. God forbid they talk straight to my face."
"They need to speak sometime, Chels," Glen frowned. "I told Aiden and I'm gonna tell you; I just want to get out of the house and get drunk with my housemates."
Chelsea laughed. "I know, Glen," she patted his knee. "We'll figure something out."
Madison circled her index finger on the table where the phone permanently sat. "I just want to go home, guy," she sighed.
"You've only been there a couple of weeks, girl," Victor laughed.
"I know," Madison groaned. "But I'm not happy here. I'm not comfortable."
"You have to talk to them, Madison," Victor told the girl lightly. "You have to apologize."
"I have apologized," Madison raised her voice.
"Was it sincere?"
"I feel like you're taking their side,"
"No," The boy assured Madison. "I'm not. I promise. I just know how you are, Madison. Most of the things you say, you don't mean."
"Victor, it doesn't matter," she sighed. "I apologized once already. He can come find me."
"That's the wrong attitude,"
Madison shrugged. "I don't care,"
Per Spencer's request, Ashley didn't argue when the girl asked if they could take the longer way home. It was a beautiful day out, Spencer felt like they should enjoy it. She smiled as they hit a shady part of the sidewalk, their arms still looped together.
"You think we're going out tonight?" Ashley asked.
Spencer looked over at the girl. "I don't know," she shrugged. "I thought you didn't want to, though."
Ashley shook her head, agreeing. "I don't," she said. "I just want to know if I'd have my bed tonight,"
"Why don't you just tell Aiden to soil his wild oats somewhere else?"
Ashley shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted. "I feel like that'll be weird."
"Well," Spencer laughed. "Have fun sleeping in Carmen's bed."
Ashley smirked, nudging the blonde. "I thought you said I could stay in your bed, too,"
"I don't know if I want you there anymore,"
Ashley laughed, her arm untangling from Spencer's. "That hurt," her eyes focused to the left, across the street. There weren't many people out today. She couldn't understand why, though. If people were able to step outside, why wouldn't they? Staying inside a house all day got boring.
"Hey," Spencer reached for Ashley's hand, tugging it slightly.
Ashley looked over at the girl. "Yeah?" she bit her lip.
"Isn't that Chelsea and Glen?" she nodded straight ahead, her eyes squinting.
Ashley followed her gaze. She smiled. "Yeah, that is. I wonder where they're going." She questioned. Once they got closer to the other pair, Ashley waved and smiled at her housemates.
"Where are you guys headed?" she asked.
Chelsea made her way to Spencer and put an arm around the girl's shoulders. "Going for a walk," she smiled. "I suggest you not go in yet."
Ashley frowned.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley stared at the camera. "I want to nap. I really do. I just want to lie on my bed while I still can, without any interruptions."
"Why?" Spencer asked. Chelsea tugged on her shoulders, turning her around in the other direction; the one she and Ashley had already walked through.
"Madison and Aiden are in there," Glen answered as he walked in step with Ashley.
"So," Ashley shrugged.
Chelsea smiled as she and Spencer walked a couple steps ahead of the pair. "I'll explain later," she promised.
"Where are we going?" Ashley asked.
Chelsea shrugged. "I don't know,"
Ashley looked over at Glen. He shrugged with a roll of his eyes; a smile belaying his annoyance. "Just walk," he muttered.
Ahead of the pair, Chelsea and Spencer walked at a steady pace. Chelsea smiled as she squeezed Spencer's shoulder slightly. "So," she whispered. "Holding hands, huh?"
Spencer blushed. "No," she muttered. "I was just stopping her from walking any further."
Chelsea looked back at the other two housemates. She smirked. "I don't know," she laughed as she turned back to the blonde. "She keeps looking at you, Spence,"
"Stop it,"
"It's cute," Chelsea assured the girl.
Confessional…Chelsea
Chelsea looked at the camera. "Ever since the first night at the club—when Carmen mentioned something about Ashley and Spencer; all the tension—I've been watching them," she smiled. "Not in the creepy way, though. I don't seek them out," she laughed. "It's just the little things they do. Like cuddling on the couch, and putting a strand of hair behind each other's ears," she shrugged. "I don't know. I find it really cute."
Madison figured it was finally time to put her differences aside and just make up with Aiden. She'd had a nice talk with Chelsea; a calming talk. The girl pretty much just told Madison that she needed to fix things. Yeah, she said she didn't want to do it, and that Aiden should be the one taking the blame and apologizing to her, but Chelsea made it seem like she actually cared about Madison. Like Chelsea cared for her. She knew it sounded stupid aloud, but to her she understood perfectly.
She walked herself into Aiden's room after wandering aimlessly downstairs, thinking of what she wanted to say to the guy; if she even wanted to say anything to the boy at the moment. But she sighed and chose that moment to grow a pair of metaphorical balls to walk up the stairs with confidence. Or at least a bit of confidence.
She spotted Aiden as he searched through his bedside table, closing the drawer softly. She cleared her throat and once she got his attention, she smiled slightly—genuinely. "Hey,"
Aiden stood straight and nodded his head in greeting.
"Can we talk?" she asked.
Aiden smiled cautiously. "I was actually about to come look for you," he told the girl.
"I'm gonna be honest," Madison walked into the room, sitting on Ashley's bed seconds later. "I wasn't sure I was ready to talk to you about everything," she shrugged. "But Chelsea pretty much convinced me into doing this,"
"You're apologizing?" Aiden questioned.
She nodded.
Aiden smiled as he took a seat on his bed. "I had a conversation with Glen," he admitted. "He wanted me to do the same thing,"
"Did he say you should do it for the housemates?"
Aiden nodded with a smile.
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden looked at the camera. "A real conversation with Madison?" he grinned. "It feels different. It feels good."
"Okay, well, I'm gonna apologize before I lose my motivation," she joked. "Seriously, though. Everything aside; I'm sorry."
"I know," he smiled. "So am I,"
"I just don't want any more tension, you know?" Aiden nodded. "I don't want it to feel like high school again. People ignoring me and talking behind my back,"
"Let's put it behind us, then," Aiden stood up from his bed, gesturing for Madison to do the same. "Truce?" he smiled, holding his arms open.
Madison nodded. "Truce," she smiled, sealing their newfound peace with a hug.
After reentering the house from their hour long—spontaneous—walk, Glen, Chelsea, Ashley and Spencer entered the house with their guards up. They didn't know how their impromptu plan would work, but they hoped it turned out right.
Once they found Aiden and Madison laughing at the kitchen counter, they couldn't believe it. They'd orchestrated this whole…Whatever it was that was happening. It didn't feel real. Glen even pinched himself.
They walked up to the pair, not caring who apologized, but just extremely excited—if not confused—that it happened so fast. They all talked before night time fell; that's when they decided to make Glen's wish come true.
They were at a club now. The same club as usual, but that didn't matter. At least to most of the roommates.
Ashley looked around the bar and noticed most of the people she spotted, she'd seen multiple times already. She needed to meet new people. She shook her head. "We need to try another club," she yelled over the music. "This place is getting old,"
Carmen grinned. "Stop complaining and order a drink already," she hailed a bartender and placed her drink orders. Making sure he understood that she wanted hard liquor.
Glen raised his shot glass and grinned. "This is for you guys," he gestured towards Aiden and Madison. "I'm glad you two took our advice and buried the hatchet as quickly as possible," and with that, he and his housemates downed their shots.
Sucking in a breath of air, Glen swallowed; the alcohol's burning sensation sliding down his throat. "Are the same people always here?" he asked, spotting a girl he'd seen before. "I can't remember,"
Aiden nodded. "Yeah. It's the main club in town," he downed another shot. He winced as the liquid slid down his throat. "It's the most popular,"
"Okay," Ashley slammed down her shot glass. She grinned at her housemates. "I'm disappearing for the night," she informed them before she bounded off into the mass of bodies.
Glen watched her go before scanning the club again. "I've missed this place,"
"It hasn't been that long," Aiden reminded him.
"I know," Glen smiled. "I'd rather be here than spending so much time with Spencer, though," he joked.
"Jerk," she smiled as she slapped his arm.
"What am I missing?" Carmen asked. "What did you two do?"
"Glen frowned. "What?"
"Did you two hook up or something?"
Spencer and Glen gave each other a look of disgust before simultaneously bursting out in laughter. Once she calmed down, Spencer smiled at the girl. "That's gross,"
"She's like a sister to me," Glen pulled the girl in, hugging her with one arm.
"I know. That's what I thought,"
"I've just been kicking her ass in pool," he smirked.
It didn't take Ashley long before she'd found a girl to spend part of the night with. She always ended up choosing one of the prettiest girls at the club. Well, that was a lie—she didn't choose them. They chose her.
Ashley smiled as her redhead conquest pushed her hips against hers; the girl's arms draped around Ashley's shoulders, her fingers playing with the little hairs on the back of her neck. Ashley's hands pinched the redhead's hips before pushing the girl's back, crashing their upper bodies together.
"I can't believe you're trying to get me drunk," Spencer laughed as she watched Carmen's hand push another drink her way. She'd already had five non-shot drinks. She was more than tipsy—in fact—she'd had more drinks than any other housemate at the bar.
Carmen shook her head with a grin. "I'm not," she laughed. "Why does everyone say that?"
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen looked at the camera. "How are you supposed to enjoy yourself at a club if you don't have a drink in hand?"
"You keep buying them," Spencer squealed. "And handing them to me,"
"Drink, drink, drink," Glen and Aiden chanted, their fists pounding on the bar as they watched Madison down her drink in one go. The girl had taken her fifth vodka shot straight up. The alcohol no longer burning her throat.
She grinned at Glen. "You're turn," she pushed a shot in front of the boy. "Go,"
Glen chugged the shot down without hesitation, this one going down easier than the rest. He was used to it now. Licking his lips for any excess drops, Glen grinned at his housemates. "I need another one,"
Ashley had had enough of dancing. She must have turned the redhead down three times before the girl got the hint that she didn't want to kiss her. Ashley honestly didn't know why she didn't take the girl up on her offer, but for some reason she wasn't up for it that night.
Once she successfully got rid of the girl, Ashley spotted Chelsea and walked right over to her. She smiled once she reached the girl. "It's way too hot out there,"
Chelsea smiled. "You were in the middle of multiple gyrating bodies," she sipped her glass.
Ashley frowned at the girl. She grabbed Chelsea's cup and peeked inside. She raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Tell me this isn't water,"
Chelsea shrugged as she took her drink back. "I'm not drinking tonight,"
Confessional…Chelsea
Chelsea looked at the camera. "I'm not the only person who drinks water at a club," she said. "Plus, it's not like I do it all the time." She grinned. "I can let loose,"
"You don't drink much," Ashley realized. "Why?"
Chelsea shrugged, her eyes focusing behind Ashley. "Well," she laughed, pointing behind brunette. "For one, I don't want to end up like little Miss. Spencer,"
Ashley frowned. She turned around and found Carmen guiding a stumbling Spencer. She had to smile. "Oh, God,"
Chelsea laughed. "It's your turn,"
Ashley turned back to her housemate. "My turn to what?"
"There you are," Carmen slapped Ashley on the shoulder, turning the girl around. She pushed Spencer towards her. "She's been looking for you since her eighth drink,"
Ashley smiled as she caught Spencer. "What'd you do to her?" she directed her question at the brunette. Spencer's fingers crawled up her arms before her hands clasped behind Ashley's neck.
"Nothing," Carmen squealed walking over to Chelsea. "Stop blaming me,"
"I'm not blaming you," Ashley stumbled as she tried to keep Spencer balanced. "I'm just asking,"
Spencer raised herself on her toes, her lips brushing against Ashley's ear. "Dance with me," she whispered with a grin.
Madison laughed as her hips clashed with Glen's. They'd been dancing for maybe two songs and she knew the boy was way too drunk to keep in rhythm. "You suck at dancing,"
"I know," Glen grinned, his eyes focused on their pelvises. "Just go with it, though,"
Madison clasped her hands behind the boy's neck, her hips working harder as they ground into the guy. "Did you get any numbers yet?" she smiled.
Confessional…Madison
Madison smiled at the camera. "I'd probably never confess this out loud, but I'm actually having fun tonight,"
"Two," Glen replied.
"Are you gonna call them?" she asked. She remembered the last time Glen had gotten a number from a girl. He'd made the mistake of giving her their house number, so instead of Glen calling her, the girl took initiative and kept calling nonstop. Finally, though, the girl got the hint and stopped.
"Probably not," he smiled.
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Confessional…Spencer
Spencer rubbed her eyes, her face showing slight stress. "Oh, man," she groaned. "I'm pretty sure I'm attracted to Ashley," she bit her lip. "God," she sighed. "I don't even know where this feeling even came from,"
Spencer hooked her arms around Ashley's shoulders, her hands clasping as she moved in sync with the music blaring from several nearby speakers. She couldn't remember the last time she'd let loose as much as she had that night.
She smiled at the way Ashley's hands held her tightly. It wasn't the type of hold she'd experienced with men, though. Usually with guys, they'd hold her as if she were some type of property. With Ashley, though, Ashley held her so soft. She held her like she didn't want to let go, but if she had to, she would.
Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but Spencer felt closer to the brunette at this moment than at any time in the past couple of weeks. She pulled herself closer to the girl, standing on her toes as she hugged the brunette. She took in her scent and smiled.
She brought her lips to Ashley's ear. "I like you," she whispered.
Ashley pulled away and frowned at the girl. "No you don't," she shook her head softly.
"I do," Spencer nodded. "You don't believe me?"
Ashley shook her head.
"What do I have to do?" Spencer asked, her eyes squinting in thought as a frown formed.
"Nothing," Ashley smiled softly. Her thumb rubbed the dip on Spencer's back.
Spencer shook her head with a sigh. Her hands unclasped from behind Ashley's neck as she brought them to her shoulders. They scanned their way up Ashley's neck until they tugged softly on the brunette's ears. Spencer smiled when she saw the girl swallow thickly. She couldn't help but bite her own lip when she saw Ashley's tongue sneak out slightly as the girl licked hers.
In one quick motion, Spencer brought Ashley's face down to hers and connected their lips softly. At that point she didn't care what the repercussions were going to be, all she knew was that she wanted Ashley's lips on hers. She sighed when she tasted strawberry. She internally commended the girl on her choice of lip gloss.
She opened her mouth, savoring the touch of Ashley's tongue as the girl softly slid it through her lips. Spencer gladly welcomed it. She couldn't remember any of her previous kisses being this sensual before. She remembered where they were and internally laughed. God, she shouldn't even be feeling those emotions in the middle of some club.
She felt Ashley's hands pinch her sides before the girl pulled away slowly, both of their breaths ragged. Their foreheads stayed together as Ashley brushed their noses, her open lips barely touching Spencer's.
"You're drunk," Ashley mumbled, her eyes shut tightly as her jaw clenched. She tried to control herself; otherwise she'd kiss Spencer again.
"I know," Spencer muttered, her nose brushing Ashley's once more as she bit her lip.
Ashley opened her eyes and stared at the blonde. She forced her eyes shut again because she knew if she kept staring at the girl biting her lip, she'd kiss her again. She pulled Spencer closer and hugged the girl. Her head falling between Spencer's jaw and shoulder. "Are you okay?" she whispered.
Spencer inhaled Ashley's scent before clenching her jaw and shaking her head.
Ashley pulled back with a frown. "Was it the kiss? I'm sorry. Did I—"
Spencer shook her head. "No," she almost yelled. She swallowed the bad taste in her mouth.
"What is it?"
"I don't feel so good," Spencer muttered.
Ashley's eyes widened. "Oh," she looked around the club in search for her housemates. She sighed when she found no one in sight. She looked back to Spencer. "You want to go home?" she asked the blonde softly.
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer shook her head at the camera. "I don't understand why I had to choose that moment to feel like puking. God," she sighed. "I feel like this night can't get any worse than it already has. It's so embarrassing."
Spencer nodded thankfully when Ashley's hand grasped hers as she led her past the crowd.
After backing down a nameless blonde into the back corner of the club, Carmen didn't hesitate in giving the girl a hickey. She only thought it was fair to give the girl the same thing in return. She just hoped the bruise on her neck wasn't that noticeable. She didn't feel like covering it up with makeup.
She smiled as she heard the girl moan when she slid her knee against the blonde's center.
Glen watched as Aiden walked over to him with a huge grin stretched across his face. He looked behind the boy and found one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen, frowning at Aiden's retreating form. He shook his head.
"You're not taking her home?" he asked.
Aiden shook his head. "Nope,"
"You're going home alone?"
"Yes,"
Glen furrowed his eyebrow. "So," he dragged the word out. "If you wanted, you could have sex with her tonight?"
"Probably,"
Glen shook his head. "You're an idiot,"
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden looked at the camera. "I'm being a nice guy tonight. I'm giving Ashley a noise free room." He grinned.
..
Once Ashley found Chelsea, she told the girl she was taking Spencer home because she was sick. Chelsea told Ashley she'd take care of the girl while Ashley found the rest of the housemates. Ashley was somewhat reluctant to let Spencer go, but when the blonde almost threw up on her shoes, Ashley didn't need any more convincing from Chelsea.
She still wanted to take care of the blonde, but when she saw Chelsea holding the girl's hair back, she figured Spencer was pretty well taken care of.
Once she found most of the housemates, Ashley was almost ready to head out. She just needed to find Carmen.
"Okay. Shh, shh," Chelsea soothed as she held Spencer's hair back. The girl didn't seem to stop spewing from the mouth. She wasn't used to this, but she thought for her first time she was doing pretty well. "Just let it out,"
Confessional…Chelsea
Chelsea looked at the camera. "This is why I usually stick to one drink—maybe two-max."
"This is so gross," Spencer muttered under her breath, her throat burning. "I'm so sorry,"
Chelsea smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry about it,"
Ashley tried to leave, really, she did. But when she was stopped by a beautiful girl as she reached the door, she couldn't turn the girl down. She figured she'd give the girl a couple of seconds, maybe even a minute of her time. Her thoughts, though, were still mostly consumed with Spencer.
She smiled at the girl, catching a couple of words. Apparently the blonde wanted her number. Ashley shook her head politely telling the girl she needed to leave. Blondie wasn't having it, though.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley looked at the camera. "I tried to leave. Really, I did," she sighed. "She wouldn't let me, though. She kept on asking me to give her my number. Whatever," she shook her head. "She ended up giving me her number instead, and finally let me leave."
Once she left the club, Ashley walked home. She figured walking would be better than hailing a cab. She wanted to relish in the beautiful night.
When Aiden told Carmen that Ashley and Spencer had left, she wasn't surprised. She pondered why it took them so long.
"She was pretty drunk when I left her with Ashley," Carmen commented.
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen looked into the camera. "I feel so bad," she groaned. "I have a tendency to push people into things. Oh, man," she slapped her palm to her head. "I should've known Spencer couldn't handle all of those drinks. She's a light weight."
"How much did you give her?" Aiden laughed.
Carmen rolled her eyes. "Technically, I didn't give her any," she tried. "I didn't force any down her throat. I might have pushed some her way, but that's it,"
"How much did you drink?" Aiden asked.
"Not a lot, I don't think," she shook her head. "At least I don't feel it,"
"Same," Aiden smiled crookedly.
Carmen sipped on her martini, a thought popping up. "You were right," she lifted her drink at the boy. "Spencer has something for Ashley,"
Aiden grinned. "Are you serious?"
She nodded.
Once Ashley arrived at the house, she thanked Chelsea before quickly making her way up the stairs and into Spencer's room. She frowned when she saw the girl face down on a pillow. She slowly walked towards the bed, wondering if Spencer was already asleep. She lifted the comforter off the edge and slid in beside the blonde.
Spencer turned to her side when she felt the bed dip. She smiled when she saw Ashley.
"Hey," the brunette smiled.
"Hi,"
Ashley watched Spencer, the blonde's eyelids getting heavier by the second. She felt bad for the girl. Spencer didn't seem to have any experience in drinking as much as she did that night. She sighed as she curled a strand of hair behind Spencer's ear. "You're not gonna be a happy camper tomorrow," she whispered.
Spencer moaned. "I blame Carmen,"
Ashley laughed softly. She reached under Spencer's head and brought the girls' body against her chest, her hand combing through her blond hair.
Spencer pushed away slightly. "I don't want to throw up on you,"
Ashley softly pushed her back down. "Don't worry about that," she assured the girl. "You should just sleep. You'll need it."
"Okay," Spencer muttered, snuggling in closer to Ashley. Her arm rested around the brunette's midsection. "I'm going to sleep now,"
Ashley smiled. "Good,"
The next morning, Ashley woke up to the low sound of snoring coming from the crook of her neck. She rubbed her eye softly, ridding it of sleep. Yawning, Ashley looked down and found a head of blond hair.
Spencer.
She smiled faintly at the girl. She was out and Ashley knew she'd be asleep for a while, her breaths steady.
She glanced at the clock and groaned. She knew she'd have to get up now, otherwise most of her day would be shot. She had a thing about waking up later than noon. It happened often, but she didn't like it. To her, the ideal time to wake up was at least 10:30.
She sighed and thought about the best way to leave the bed. She didn't want to wake Spencer, but she didn't want to stay in bed either. Just the sight of Spencer on her chest made her want to stay a little bit longer. It didn't matter if the blonde was unconscious; all that mattered to Ashley was that she got to be the one to hold her.
She tried her hardest to pull her arm from under the girl's head without stirring her. Once she successfully achieved that, she lightly grasped Spencer's arm as it lay across her midsection. Seeing that the blonde was still sound asleep, Ashley quietly made her way out of bed and covered the girl with the blankets. She wanted to her sleep comfortably.
She stared at Spencer for a couple more seconds before she quietly stepped out of the room, already heading down the stairs. She figured she'd eat breakfast at home that day, considering her breakfast buddy wouldn't be up for food this early in the morning. Maybe they'd get lunch or dinner later.
Once she reached the kitchen, Ashley searched under the sink and pulled out a pan. She figured she'd make herself some eggs. After grabbing two eggs and two slices of cheese, Ashley lit the stove and quickly cracked the eggs. She opened one of the draws and grabbed a wooden spoon.
"Morning,"
Ashley looked up and smiled when she saw Carmen, her hair ruffled from sleep.
"Hey,"
Carmen yawned, her eyes closing momentarily. Shaking from a slight chill, she looked over at Ashley's hand as it scrambled the eggs. "You making me any?" she smiled.
"You want some?" Ashley asked seriously.
"Duh,"
Ashley grinned. "You can have this one then," she offered the girl. "I'll make mine after—that way the cheese won't be on yours."
"Cheese?"
Ashley nodded. "That's the only way I have my eggs."
"Interesting," Carmen mumbled. She looked up at Ashley. "How's Spencer?"
Ashley put the wooden spoon off to the side, letting the eggs cook. She shrugged. "She's sleeping now. She should be fine, though,"
"Good," Carmen nodded.
"We might have to keep you away from her for now on, though," Ashley teased. "I don't think she's ever drank so much in her life,"
Carmen groaned. "I know, I'm sorry," she winced. "I'm not very good at giving people limits when it comes to drinking,"
"I can see that," Ashley laughed. "Like I said, she'll be fine. Don't worry about it,"
"I know," Carmen nodded. "She'll have one mean ass headache, though,"
Ashley turned the stove off, scrambling the eggs one last time before grabbing a plate from the cupboard and pouring the breakfast in. She handed it to Carmen with a smile. "Enjoy,"
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley stared at the camera. "I'm pretty sure Carmen knows nothing about Spencer and I kissing last night. I have mixed feelings about what I even feel, you know? I don't know if Spencer's gonna want to talk about it, or if she's just gonna ignore it." Ashley shrugged. "She might not even remember it." She shook her head. "Either way I'm not saying anything to Carmen or anybody yet. Not until I talk to Spencer,"
..
Aiden was surprised when he walked outside that morning and found Glen already there shooting around a basketball. He figured the boy would still be at least a little hung-over from the night before. He shrugged it off, though, joining the boy for one of his morning rituals. Shooting a basketball was always one of the first things he did after he woke up.
Bouncing the ball behind the three point line, Aiden launched the ball in the air—he couldn't have asked for a better arc. He smiled once he watched it swish through the net. He watched as Glen fetched the ball and passed it back.
"You know what I want to do?" he asked, his hands positioning themselves on the ball. He looked up at the blond. "I want to see a Lakers game while I'm over here,"
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden looked at the camera, his lips twitching slightly. "I know it sounds corny—especially how old I am now—but ever since I was a kid, my dream was to see Kobe Bryant play." He shrugged. "Yeah, there's TV…But that's not the same, you know? I just want the whole experience."
Glen watched as the ball left Aiden's hands, once again, going through the net with a beautiful swish. He reached for the ball and gripped it. "I wouldn't mind that one bit," he smiled. He passed the ball back to Aiden.
Glen hadn't had much of a chance to shoot once Aiden got out there, but he didn't really care. He was just fooling around anyway. Aiden was actually trying to improve. In Glen's opinion, the guy didn't need much improvement, though.
"Sweet," Aiden grinned. "I'll get on that then,"
"Oh, wait," Glen mumbled, loud enough to stop the other boy before he shot. "We should check with Madison first,"
Aiden frowned. "What? Why?"
Glen shrugged. "She mentioned something about being a cheerleader,"
Aiden raised an eyebrow, the basketball momentarily forgotten as he tucked it under his arm. "Really? Shouldn't she be there now?"
"I think she's part-time or something,"
"I didn't know that,"
Glen laughed. "Well, you spent most of our time here fighting with her," he reminded the boy.
Aiden grinned, dropping the ball from his side. "Right," he caught the ball as it bounced back up.
"It was just a suggestion, though," Glen shrugged as his hands called for the ball. "Free tickets and all,"
"That sounds very appealing," Aiden passed the ball to the blond. "We shall see,"
Glen smiled as he dribbled the ball all the way to the basket, the ball hitting the square behind the rim before falling in.
Spencer groaned, her hands immediately clutching her head. Her eyes were closed, but she was sure once they opened she'd find the room spinning. She didn't even have words to explain the pain she was feeling at the moment. She would be glad to go on record saying she'd never drink again. Not if it had these type of outcomes.
Braving the storm, Spencer opened her right eye very slowly. Well, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. The corner of her lip twitched slightly as she eyed the clock on her bedside table. It was only 11:30. She thought she'd be asleep 'til easily two or three in the afternoon.
Slowly ridding her body of the comforter, Spencer gingerly swung her legs out of bed. She sat at the edge, her head pounding once again. She clutched her head, this time wanting nothing more than to pull her hair out.
She mumbled a few incoherent words before she stood up slowly. She was surprised when she didn't need anything to help her up. She wasn't tipping over. She smiled at her accomplishment. She heaved up a heavy sigh and heading out of her room.
She frowned when she felt something under her foot. She looked down and moved her foot. She rolled her eyes and then condemned herself for it. That didn't help her headache one bit. Ignoring the pounding in her head, Spencer bent down and picked up what looked to be a post it note.
She unraveled it without any hesitation as she read it quickly.
Tiffany
551-746-9902
Call me
Immediately, Spencer knew whose it was. She briefly remembered Ashley lying down with her the night before. She knew it wasn't Glen's or Aiden's because neither boy had a reason to be in her room.
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer looked at the camera. "I know I have no business even caring what Ashley does with other people, but I don't know," she sighed. "I can't explain why, but this kind of bothered me. I mean…I remember telling her I liked her last night, so that's out there already…" she shrugged. "Maybe it doesn't go both ways."
..
Madison and Chelsea sat at a restaurant and waited for their food. They thought why not eat breakfast out of the house? Chelsea had something to celebrate. She couldn't say she wasn't surprised when Madison asked her out of all people to accompany the Latina. She guessed it was because they'd hardly talked except for their last major conversation and some idle chit chat before that.
Confessional…Chelsea
Chelsea smiled at the camera, her hands clapping. "I don't think you can understand how excited I am right now." She grinned. "Sean and Clay are finally coming to visit! The day is almost here and I honestly don't think I can wait another day."
Madison smiled as the waiter brought out her food and placed it in front of her. She looked up at Chelsea. "So," she picked up her fork and knife, ready to cut her food to pieces, "are you excited to see your boys?"
Chelsea nodded, a large grin taking up most of her face. "You have no idea," she reached for the stick of butter and added some to her toast. "I can't wait for all of you to meet them,"
"Well, I'm excited," Madison assured the girl. "We need some normal people around here," she joked.
Chelsea reached for her glass of water. "I need to warn you about Sean, though,"
Madison frowned as she chewed her food. She swallowed. "What about him?"
"Nothing bad," she promised the Latina. "He just gets really excited at times."
Madison waved it off. "All kids do,"
"I'm just saying," Chelsea mumbled, taking a bite of her pancake. "If he gets a little too rowdy, don't hesitate to call me over."
"I think I can do it," Madison laughed. "I love children. Being perfectly honest, they're the ones that usually make me happy. They erase my mind of the stupid things in life," she admitted.
"Aw, look at you," Chelsea grinned. "You do have a heart," she joked good naturedly.
Madison laughed. "Yeah, I know." She patted her chest. "It's somewhere in here,"
After Spencer left her room, she slowly made her way to Ashley's. She figured the girl went back to her own bed either in the middle of the night or earlier that morning. Maybe she was uncomfortable; who knows. When she stopped at the doorway she sighed.
Nobody.
The room was empty. Ashley must have been downstairs already.
She made her way down and found Carmen at the kitchen counter reading a magazine, an empty plate pushed off to the side. She greeted the girl and made small conversation before she asked the brunette if she knew where Ashley was. Carmen pointed to the computer room.
Spencer smiled gratefully as she took off. She found the brunette seconds later sitting in front of the large computer screen, her body looking tiny in comparison as the screen hung on the wall. She wondered why it was all the way up there. Not only did it hurt your neck to look, but it also gave any housemate the opportunity to be nosy.
She shook her head and stepped closer to the girl. She cleared her throat and muttered a soft 'hey'. She was only going to speak if she really had to. She wasn't planning on doing much of it.
The computer chair swiveled as Ashley kicked the floor. She looked up and found Spencer. "Hey," she smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," Spencer smiled slightly as she took in Ashley's appearance. Her hair was disheveled as she sat in the chair in her Beverly Hills Club Polo sweatpants and plain white beater. "Thank you for taking care of me last night,"
"Of course," Ashley smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you up; I thought I'd let you sleep," she told the girl. "I'm surprised you're up right now, actually,"
"Me too," Spencer admitted.
Ashley watched as Spencer bit her lip. She wondered if the blonde remembered their kiss the previous night. She wouldn't be surprised if the blonde didn't. Her eyes landed on Spencer's hands as her fingers fidgeted with something.
"You okay?" she asked.
Spencer nodded and gave Ashley a tight lipped smile. She extended her hand. "This is for you, I think,"
Ashley frowned. She took the paper out of Spencer's hand and glanced at it. She shook her head, unable to place the name written on the note.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley looked up at the ceiling in thought. "Tiffany?"
"Are you sure this is mine?" she asked as she read the note over once more.
Spencer rolled her eyes. Ashley didn't seem that drunk the night before.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley looked at the camera, her left eye squinting slightly. "Wait,"
It took a while, but Ashley's eyes widened once she realized whose name was on the note.
Confessional…Ashley
"Tiffany," Ashley nodded. "Now I remember," she sighed.
Spencer looked at the girl. "Is it yours?" she asked quietly.
Ashley looked up. "Yeah, but—" she shook her head. She wanted to tell Spencer she could throw the paper away, but she didn't. She was a bit curious. "Excuse me for a minute," she mumbled as she stood up from her chair. "I'll be back,"
Spencer watched as Ashley walked out of the computer room. If she was honest, she didn't know what she was feeling at the moment. All she knew was that it was confusing.
Ashley sat in the phone room moments later, contemplating her next move. She wanted to call the girl only because she was curious. She vaguely remembered talking to a pretty woman as she was about to leave the previous night.
She shook her head. Why was she even mulling this over? As far as she knew Spencer didn't remember much of the night before. Especially the kiss. She wasn't tied down to anything. She looked down at the note one last time. She sighed. The girl was definitely pretty so she might as well see what happens.
She picked up the phone and dialed the numbers, the pen in her hand writing on the squared yellow piece of paper. She waited as it rang.
"Hello?"
Ashley swallowed. "Hi," she mumbled. "Tiffany?"
"Uh, huh," the girl on the other line chirped.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley rolled her eyes.
The corner of Ashley's lip curled involuntarily. Tiffany's voice was already annoying. She shook her head, getting back to what she needed/wanted to do. "Hi," she repeated. "It's Ashley,"
"Who?"
"Ashley," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. This was obviously a waste of time. "I think we met last night?"
Silence.
Ashley swallowed. "Actually," she muttered. "I think I might have the wrong—"
"Wait," Tiffany interrupted. "Were you the girl that was leaving?"
"Possibly,"
"Oh! Hi! How are you?"
Ashley pulled the phone away from her ear. God, that was some voice. "I'm okay," she told the girl. "Listen, I'm gonna be honest with you. I kind of don't remember much of last night. Or you for that matter. My housemate just handed me a note—"
"Oh, yeah!" Tiffany laughed. "That was me. You wouldn't give me your phone number, so I gave you mine."
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley rolled her eyes at the camera. "Now I know why I didn't give her our number,"
"Oh," Ashley nodded. "Okay, well, that's really all I—"
"Tell me that isn't the reason you called,"
"Um," she scratched her temple. "Actually, yeah, it—"
"What?" the girl squealed. Ashley winced. "You promised me dinner,"
Ashley doubted that. She knew if she cringed at that voice the day after, the night before would had to have been worse.
"See, I don't remember that," she admitted.
"But you did," Tiffany promised. "I can prove it,"
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley sighed. "Well," she rolled her eyes. "Seems I picked a winner,"
"Listen," Ashley said, already getting up from the phone room couch. "I'm gonna have to let you go,"
"So, dinner?"
"Sorry, I really can't."
"Breakfast?"
"Already ate,"
"Okay, fine," Tiffany sighed. "Lunch?"
Spencer sat on the couch after Ashley left her. She had a perfect view of the girl as she sat in the phone room. Ashley didn't seem to be having the best conversation, Spencer observed as she watched the girl rub her eyes, wince…everything.
She tore her eyes away from the brunette once she felt the other side of the couch dip. She smiled when she found Carmen as the girl snuggled up against end of the couch.
"Hey,"
Carmen smiled in greeting. God, she couldn't understand how manufacturers could make a couch so comfortable. She shook her head. It didn't matter as long as she got to enjoy it for the next several months. Her eyes traveled back to Spencer as she found the girl watching something across the hall.
She followed Spencer's eyes and found Ashley sitting in the phone room. She frowned. "Who's she talking to?"
Spencer's head snapped back to Carmen? "Hmm?" she mumbled.
"Ashley," Carmen nodded. "Who's she talking to?"
Spencer shrugged. She picked up a throw pillow from the middle of the couch and snuggled up to it. "Some girl," she muttered.
"Oh,"
"Oh?"
Carmen shrugged. "It's gotta be weird, right?" at Spencer's raised eyebrow, she clarified, "watching her talk to another girl when you're the one crushing on her,"
"How'd you know?" Spencer sighed. She wasn't going to deny anything. That would just make things worse.
"I've had a hunch," Carmen smiled. "But Aiden brought it back to my attention,"
"Aiden," Spencer frowned.
Carmen nodded. "Last night,"
Spencer's eyes widened. "He saw us kiss?"
If possible, Carmen's eyes widened double the amount of Spencer's. "Kiss?" she almost squealed.
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer rolled her eyes. "Okay, that was my fault. I definitely set myself up for that one," she shook her head. "It's not that I don't want anyone to know about the kiss, I just wanted to maybe talk to Ashley about it first. See if she remembers it. From the looks of it so far, I don't think she does."
Spencer sighed. "Yes,"
"So she likes you?"
"I don't know," Spencer shook her head. "We haven't talked about it yet, so please don't say anything?"
Carmen drew an X with her index finger right above her heart. "I promise,"
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen grinned. "Oh, man. Pretty soon we might just have our first in house couple,"
"Thank you," Spencer told the girl sincerely.
Carmen nodded. "You're gonna need to spill, though," she smiled. "What happened last night?"
Spencer shrugged. "I don't remember much," she admitted. "All I remember is dancing with Ashley and telling her I liked her," she frowned. "Then we kissed."
"Okay," Carmen nodded. "Now who kissed who?"
"I don't know," Spencer shrugged. "Me maybe?"
"Uh, huh," Carmen mumbled. "How do you feel about it now?"
"Honestly?" Carmen nodded. "I feel stupid."
The brunette frowned. "Why?"
Spencer nodded over to the phone room. "Look at her," she said. "She's talking to another girl. Once I gave her the note I found she practically ran to the phone."
"Oh,"
"Yeah," Spencer sighed. "Oh,"
With a frown, Ashley crumpled the piece of paper in her hand and threw it in the garbage in the corner of the room. She'd just hung up with Tiffany, possibly having the longest conversation of her life.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley shook her head with a frown. "I don't know how it happened, but somehow I agreed to go to lunch with Tiffany. God," she groaned, her face falling into her palms. "This is why I need a backbone. Seriously,"
Hearing the door open, Ashley looked up and found Carmen. She nodded at the girl, inviting her in. She looked at Carmen's slight frown. "What's wrong?" she asked, immediately concerned.
Carmen took a seat on the other side of the couch. "I think you need to talk to Spencer," she sighed.
Ashley frowned. "Why? What did I do?"
"Just go talk to her,"
Ashley shook her head, confused. "Why?"
After practically being pushed out of the phone room, Ashley made her way up the stairs and into Spencer's room. Once at the doorway, she frowned when she found Spencer face down on her bed. She thought Spencer must have not been feeling good, her hangover finally taking effect. She didn't seem so bad before.
She quietly made her way in, careful not to make much noise in case the girl was sensitive to it. She reached the bed and rested a knee slightly on the edge. "Spence," she mumbled, her hand soothing the blonde's back.
Spencer didn't move, but Ashley knew the girl wasn't asleep. Her breaths weren't even yet. She tried whispering her name again, but for the second time got no response. She was confused. When Carmen sent her up to the room, she made it seem serious and obviously it was. She just didn't understand what it was about.
She couldn't figure out why Spencer was all of a sudden ignoring her. "Hey," she mumbled, stirring the girl slightly. "I was sent up here to talk to you,"
"Why?" Spencer whispered into her pillow. She didn't feel like moving.
Ashley frowned. She wondered why the blonde was talking into her pillow. "You okay?"
"Tired," Spencer mumbled.
"You need anything?"
Spencer shook her head.
"You sure?"
Spencer nodded.
"You're positive you're okay?" Ashley asked.
Spencer did nothing in response. Ashley frowned. She didn't bother trying again. She was trying to be nice and help the blonde out, but she was obviously against that. She shook her head as she pushed her knee off the bed.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley shook her head. "There's not much more I can do, you know? She's mad at me for some reason." She shrugged. "I have no idea what it is, but I'm hoping she'll talk to me about it soon. Carmen obviously knows, but I'm not asking her. I don't want to be the one seeking people out."
She didn't even say goodbye as she left the room. Spencer probably wouldn't reciprocate it.
