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"Architecture in Helsinki? Say Hi To Your Mom? New Young Pony Club? You do realize these are some of the weirdest band names ever, right?"
"Which makes them that much more appealing. Who wants a band named after something conventional and generic? Always go against the grain, Spencer, to find the truth. And the weirder the name, the better the band."
Spencer smirked as she rolled her eyes, "You do realize you're, like, completely wrong, right?"
The brunette was still talking from inside her spacious walk in closet, throwing random shirts and jeans onto the floor of her room.
"Of course you wouldn't appreciate the beauty of a good, catchy, weird ass name like The Jealous Girlfriends or something. You're just not that scene, Spencer dahlin'."
"Listening to bands with the weirdest names doesn't make you scene. Besides, you're still wrong. The band name has nothing to do with the quality of the band."
"Aren't you, like, tone deaf?"
Spencer's eyes rolled of their own accord now…she was no longer even making them do anything. She leaned over and grabbed one of the shirts thrown carelessly on the floor before checking it to see if it was her size. She kept inspecting the shirt, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. "I think I have to be since I listen to you all day."
And without warning...she was met with a rough pair of denim jeans hurled right at her head. If she hadn't been smiling before she was definitely smiling now. Their playful fights were always so much fun, mostly because they never felt unnecessary or too childish or any of that. It was just them being themselves with one another. She was always sure that when she needed a shoulder to cry on, there was Ashley with her arm ready and willing. Just like if she needed a pillow fight, Ashley already had her tube socks and pajamas on ready to fight.
She walked out of the closet with two pairs of jeans and one stringy black shirt dangling from her fingers. "That's what you get for that."
Spencer didn't even bother to sit back up, she just lay on her back for a few moments, smiling stupidly at the ceiling before turning over on her side and watching the brunette eye different articles of clothing all strewn over her floor. She grabbed Ashley's iPod again, which she had previously just tossed to the side, and began thumbing through her artist library again.
"Escape The Fate? Family Force 5?....Hoobastank? Really, Ashley?"
She was too preoccupied with sorting through her mountain pile of clothes to look back towards Spencer. "What? They have good songs. Besides, I don't judge that Death Cab crap you listen to all the time."
The offhand comment about her musical taste rolled off her back. She was pretty much used to it already from the brunette, besides the fact that she knew Ashley had some Death Cab songs in her iPod anyway.
"That's funny since I happen to know you love Transatlanticism."
"One good album doesn't take away from the fact that they're crazy emo. They're like one guitar and a whole lot of complaining."
Shaking her head, she had to smile. "Ashley, when will you stop quoting things to back up your flawed arguments?"
Ashley simply turned her head while pinning one of her shirts on her shoulders as her body was facing the mirror on the wall. Her eyebrow rose as she spoke, "When you finally admit that I'm always right and that all this little arguing you do is just a cover up for the serious hard on you have for me."
They didn't exchange words but instead just looks. Ashley's defiance and Spencer's annoyance. They continued their little stare contest for a few more seconds before Ashley broke first and turned back to the mirror leaving the blonde laying there again, thumbing through her library. She had been fighting hard not to let the smile tempting the corners of her mouth to shine through, little did she know, Ashley was doing the same.
"Louis XIV?"
Eyeing her through the mirror, "Yeah, check out Air Traffic Control."
Spencer clicked on the song and began listening with one ear bud in her ear. From the first few seconds, she already knew she'd like the song. Music itself always connected with her more than lyrics ever could. If the music could capture her enough for her to listen, then she would listen to the lyrics later. Melodies are harmonies always won her over first, though. As she listened, falling for it more and more, she watched the girl in front of her check through different articles of clothing and check in the mirror to see what worked and what didn't.
Something pinched at her mind and the thought of the brunette's date earlier that week with Aiden wouldn't leave her mind. As much as she didn't want to know, there was still a part curious.
"So…how was the date the other night?"
"What date?" She was really oblivious as she picked up and tossed different blouses all in different colors and styles.
"You know…with Aiden."
"That was a date?"
Raising an eyebrow, she eyed the brunette, "Unless they changed the definition and I wasn't told?"
Ashley was still completely absorbed by her mirror and what she was doing. "Oh, yeah. Well I guess when you have hot sex in a hotel at the end of the night it sorta kills the 'date' idea and just becomes a one night stand kinda thing."
She turned back to see the blonde scowling at her while lying on the bed. Her lips turned up in her trademark smirk as she stuck her tongue out at her. "Oh c'mon, I was kidding! You know I only do booty calls. One night stands aren't my thing. I need some kind of familiarity."
The scowl only hardened on her light features. "Familiarity? Is that what they're calling it these days?"
Turning completely around to face Spencer, Ashley tossed the string tank top she was holding at her. "Yup, that's what the memo said."
Pulling the shirt from off her face, "What are you even doing with all your clothes? You know that won't take out the wrinkles."
Her body automatically posed for a second, head tilted, eyebrow raised, hands on hips, leaning on one leg. It was a mystery to the blonde how much Ashley didn't know how sexy she could be without even trying sometimes. "You're awfully quick today." She turned back around to check the awaiting pile laying on the floor, letting out a sigh.
"What?"
"I'm just doing some spring cleaning."
"…It's not even spring, Ashley."
"Who said I had to clean in the spring only?"
On one hand, she liked that their conversation steered from the topic still hanging in the air about her best friend who was currently at basketball practice. On the other, she was still curious about how exactly their play date went and what happened on it. There was a part of her that wanted to know exactly how much time they'd been spending together for some strange reason she couldn't quite explain.
"So, you still didn't tell me how it went with Aiden."
Shrugging softly, "It went from his car to the theater and back."
Taking the hint, she back off slowly as she got up to sit properly, turning off the iPod that had been on this entire time without an ear to really listen. "Ok, ok, if you don't wanna talk about it…"
She pressed her weight onto her knee as it bent onto the bed, getting inadvertently closer to the blonde. "There's just nothing to tell. He picked me up, we went to the movies. Jumper sucked, by the way. Good for some eyecandy but it sucked for everything else." Spencer smiled softly as she heard the brunette talk. "Then he took me home."
Nodding to herself, she couldn't hide the small sense of relief she felt as she heard how their "date" went.
"He did ask me out again, though."
Spoke too soon, apparently. Her cobalt eyes shot up to watch Ashley, who was swaying back and forth on her foot. Pressing her weight on and off her knee on the bed.
"Really? What'd you say?"
She shrugged again, "I told him sure. It's not a big deal. Besides, it's not like my admirer is asking me out to go to the movies or to dinner."
Her ears perked slightly in time with her blonde eyebrows. "Dinner? Sounds serious."
"Not really. Aiden's thought of 'dinner' is like a value meal at McDonalds with a trip to the gym afterwards."
She smiled against her will but it didn't last long this time. "Yeah, but you still said you'd go."
Getting off the bed completely, Ashley shrugged for the third time as she spoke. "I said I'd go, yeah. It's not like he's not fun to go out with. Besides I don't have anyone else looking to take me out at the moment. Gotta make the most of the situation when it comes."
Spencer didn't have a response set for that one. How could she when it was all true. Aiden was fun to go out with and he was the one presenting the chance to go out to her. She wasn't. There was almost no room to debate this from any angle but that didn't help her feel any better about this whole thing. How could she, when the girl she was so in love with is being courted by the same best friend she promised to help to get her? This was all how it was supposed to happen and she was an accomplice to that.
"I jus-"
Ashley's cell rang loudly through the room and she walked over to her couch to pick up the call. Flipping her phone open, she recognized the voice immediately. "Hey Aiden…"
Spencer sighed out the rest of her unfinished response before turning the iPod still in her hands back on. She put in both headphones and let her body fall back on the plush bed she was sitting on.
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