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For a week Spencer had been parking her car on a different level than the Porsche she knew would be there, fearing she would run into Ashley. What am I, twelve? She thought, while getting out of her car.
Walking toward the elevator, she smiled and opted to take the stairs. As she reached the bottom, she cursed her fear for making her park so many levels up, knowing full well she would have to hike back up them to retrieve her car. Bending down to clutch her knees, she tried to catch her breath, when a pair of dark brown wedges, containing maroon painted toe nails, came into view just beside her. Startled, she glanced up to see a wide smile on Ashley's face.
"Are you practicing for the Olympics?" Ashley asked curiously.
Flashing back to a green bikini, naked flesh and touching thighs, Spencer felt her face go flush. Knowing she looked like a deer caught in a headlight, she nervously stood upright. Her eyes roaming up the brunette's legs, over her midriff and up to her smiling face. In an attempt to stay composed, she jogged in place. "This is the year, I can feel it. Olympic stair runner, Spencer Carlin takes home the gold."
The air filled with Ashley's laughter, causing Spencer's nerves to slowly dissolve. "Do you always wear sunglasses?" She blurted out.
"Do you always wear Converse?" Ashley pointed down at the blonde's star covered slip-ons.
"No…" She lied, causing the brunette to raise her eyebrows in disbelief. "Yes, but you weren't meant to notice."
"How could I not? It's a different pair for every 80's shirt you wear." Sticking out her tongue, she smiled.
"What about your sunglasses? No wait, let me guess. The Britney Spears owns a pair of those?"
"The Paris Hilton, actually." The brunette replied sarcastically, flipping her hair back over her shoulder.
Tapping her finger against her lip, Spencer smirked. "Now that you mention it, you do look like you belong in space."
Playfully gasping, Ashley's mouth dropped open in shock. "Were you this charming towards Aiden when he was trying to ask you out?"
Her eyes going wide, Spencer gulped down the frog in her throat, and croaked out, "No."
Wrinkling her nose, Ashley smiled. "Well, it must have worked on me because I was wondering if you planned on going to Jeff's Halloween party, at the beach house."
Not knowing anything about the party, Spencer wasn't sure she was invited, or if that was Ashley inviting her to go. Together? She thought, immediately freezing up. "I…I…" Spencer stuttered, looking at her watch. "I might. Um…I'm late so,"
"You've got to run." Ashley said reluctantly.
You have no idea, Spencer thought, as she began walking backwards. "I do yes. Mr. Moody gets moody when we show up late. Go figure huh?" She shrugged her shoulders at the irony.
"Watch it!" A red hair girl snapped at Spencer for bumping into her.
Spencer glanced at the angry girl and mumbled, "Sorry." Embarrassed, she looked back at Ashley, and gave a half wave. "See you around then." She turned quickly on her heels and made a hasty retreat, not looking back.
Ashley sighed. "I hope so." Slumping her shoulders, she watched as the blonde quickly disappeared into the theater building.