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Picture the montage scene from The Wedding Singer.

You know, the one where they all eat cake, try on dresses, and watch the guy test the limo. That one. Well, that has been the direction my day has been going in. Maybe not as totally cheery and happy-go-lucky as that, but it's getting there. I usually hate all this crap. The flowers, the caterers, the band, the cake. But it's definitely not I-wanna-jump-off-a-bridge bad. It's actually semi-good.

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I feel a hard hit to my ribs as my eyes snap open. I hear soft trumpets and saxophones and my eyes focus, taking in a band on stage. And I remember that Kyla, my mother, Spencer, and I are listening to wedding bands.

"Ow." I moan, rubbing my side.

"You have to endure this too." Spencer whispers from her seat next to me.

I slouch down lower in my seat. "Shh, just, nap time." I say groggily and I hear Spencer giggle.

"Ashley." My mother's shrill voice throws my grogginess out the window. "This is important." She spits out.

"Sorry." I mumble, straightening myself out in the chair.

The band finishes their lovely slow song and my mother claps, turning to Spencer and Kyla. "What did you think?"

"Oh, they were great, Christine." Spencer says sweetly with a smile on her face.

"Definitely." Kyla agrees, nodding her head.

"I didn't really li-" I start to say but my mother cuts me off.

"Great! I'll go book them. You girls get going, you have cakes to try and candles to smell!" She says excitedly and skips away to the stage.

I shake my head, my eyes narrowing at my stupid mother. "I hope her wedding sucks." I mumble.

"Ashley." Spencer says seriously, looking at me. "Come on, she's gone now, we can have fun."

I roll my eyes at her, but she just grins and I see her eyes sparkle and they suck me in.

Later in the day, I am so glad I wore my Converse because we have been walking everywhere. Spencer said it was good exercise. So Kyla has been bitching the entire time, her heels giving her blisters all over her feet.

"Guys, we seriously need to stop. I have to buy sandals or something." Kyla whines from behind me and Spencer.

I look across the street and see a Sports Authority. I motion for them to follow me and I enter inside.

"Here." I say to Kyla. "Buy some sandals. I can't listen to you complain anymore or you won't be alive for this wedding."

"Like that would be a bad thing." Kyla mutters as she walks over to some guy who works there, asking where she can find some sandals.

Spencer nudges my shoulder and smirks at me. "Come on, it's not that bad."

"Spence. I just spent an hour. An hour smelling five hundred candles that people most likely won't even notice. I think I'm high."

Spencer smiles. "Yeah, but at least now you smell all flowery."

"What." I chuckle. "Are you saying I didn't smell nice before?" I tease her.

Spencer rolls her eyes. "You always smell good. Shut up."

I shake my head and grin. I spot a big basket of plastic balls from the corner of my eye and head over. I grab the brightest pink one I can find and yell over to Spencer. "Hey, Spence."

Right as she turns her head towards me I chuck the ball at her head. It bounces off her forehead and her mouth drops open. I stick my tongue out at her. But I don't anticipate for her to grab one herself and throw it at me. After I avoid it she grabs two more and runs after me.

"Bad idea Davies." She says loudly.

I run down an aisle laughing and duck my head right as she throws another one at me. It whizzes past me and I turn to see a Manager get hit directly in the face. Spencer stands still with a look of shock on her face. I try my best not to break out in some serious laughter.

"Oh my God, I am so sor-" She starts to say but the older Manager guy interrupts her.

"Out of this store. Now."

I snicker but stop when he addresses me as well. "You too." He points to me.

Spencer raises her eyebrow at me.

"Out! Now!" The Manager yells again, significantly louder this time.

Spencer and I take a seat on the ledge outside of the store.

"Good job douchebag." I say to her.

"You started it!"

"I'm not the one who hit the guy in the face. God, you suck so bad Spence." I laugh and she hits me hard on the arm. "How old are we again?" I ask, still laughing.

"Well, you're older than me so you should feel worse." Spencer chuckles.

"Right. Like one year is really a difference." I retort.

Spencer smiles at me. "Hey remember that one time we got kicked out of that arcade."

I turn to meet her gorgeous blue eyes. "Of course."

"You are so dead. So dead!" I yelled at Spencer standing next to me.

She squinted her eyes and fired her gun right at the screen.

"Fail" the electronic voice said.

"Fuck!" Spencer yelled, slamming her gun down.

"Language Spencer Carlin!" I giggled, pulling the trigger and successfully killing her.

"Oh, shut up Ash." Spencer responded, stepping away from the game. "You want a soda or something?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be over here." I pointed to where the racing games were in the arcade zone. "Thanks sweet cheeks." I said in a mock sweet voice.

Spencer shook her head and laughed, heading over to the counter where you ordered food and drinks.

I moved over to the racing games, they were always my favorite. I took a seat in one of the cars and started my game. I was in the lead the entire time. I was feeling good. And then, out of nowhere, some jerk came and ran me off the road. My car flipped over and tumbled to the side. When it finally regained balance, I was dead last and all the cars had finished.

"Motherfucker!" I yelled loudly, getting out of my seat and starting to kick the game. Hard. I continued to kick it and yell obscenities until someone interrupted me.

"Um, miss. We're gunna have to ask you to leave." A very large guard said.

"Hey." Spencer said suspiciously with two sodas in her hand. She took in my flushed and angry face, the guards crossed arms.

"Are you with her?" He asked Spencer.

"Yes." Spencer said, looking at me.

"I'm sorry, I need both of you to leave. Now." He answered in a monotone voice.

"Fine." I spat out at him, grabbing Spencer's elbow. "Come on Spence."

"Ashley, it was a game." Spencer said for the fifth time as we sat outside on the curb.

"It cheated me!" I answered, still slightly pissed off.

Spencer laughed lightly. "I can't believe you got us kicked out of an arcade."

I sipped my soda and shrugged. "I can't believe I lost." I grumbled.

Spencer chuckled and put her hand to my cheek. "Aww, poor baby, will you be okay?"

I met her loving blue eyes and squinted. "No."

Spencer smirked, her lips met my cheek softly and my eyes fluttered. "How 'bout now?" She asked, softer.

"I guess." I murmured. But a smile came onto my face, breaking my tough façade. "Sorry I got us kicked out Spence."

Spencer sipped her soda and met my eyes. "It's okay. I stole these sodas."

"Spencer!" I laughed out. I shook my head and glanced back at my best friend. "You're a strange girl."

"You would know!" Spencer said. "But come one, you love it."

I chuckled. "I do."

"What is wrong with you two!?" Kyla's voice breaks mine and Spencer's staring match. "I had to be asked if I was with the girls who started the ruckus."

I snort and meet her eyes. "Sorry Ky."

"Whatever, we need to go try cakes."

Spencer and I groan at the same time and get up to follow Kyla down the street in her new Adidas sandals.

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I never, in my life, knew there were so many different kinds of cake. Vanilla. Chocolate. Strawberry. Orange. Peach. Raspberry. Coffee. Red Velvet. Clover (which I still have no idea what that is). This was, of course, before my mother got married to her second husband. Sebald. No, I'm actually serious. Sebald. Sebald had strict diet plans, and he was very picky about his cake. So I had tried every cake baked on the entire face of the Earth for that wedding. Now, I am back trying all kinds of cakes.

I feel as if I might die from all the sugary frosting I have eaten over the past half an hour.

"No, this one just doesn't taste right." Kyla says, holding a fork with a piece of orange cake with white icing on it.

"What do you mean? They all taste good." Spencer says, stuffing a chocolate piece in her mouth. I grin like a dork at her total cuteness.

"I think Christine wants a Red Velvet one." Kyla says, ignoring Spencer.

I take the piece of coffee cake with chocolate icing and pop it in my mouth. It's really thick and I'm having trouble swallowing it. Spencer is watching me with a smirk on my face.

"Ater ease?" I try and say to her, giving her an angry look for just laughing at me. She hands me a water bottle and I swallow a big gulp down. "Thanks. I'm gunna go with a no for that last one."

"How are you ladies doing over here?" The baker lady comes over to where we are seated and asks us.

"Great. Can we try the Red Velvet one again?" Kyla asks politely, flashing the lady a nice smile.

The lady nods and walks away back into the kitchen.

Spencer plops another piece of the same cake she had before in her mouth, leaving some icing wiped across her cheek and the side of her mouth. And in that moment I wish I were with her for the sole reason that I want to lean across her and kiss the icing off of the side of her mouth.

"Uh, you got some, Spence…" I trail off, pointing to my own mouth to show her where it is. She wipes at the wrong side and I laugh. "Wrong side."

She swipes again and totally misses. "Gone?"

I shake my head no and Spencer pouts. "Can you get it?" She asks me, leaning her face slightly towards me.

I chuckle as I bring my hand to the side of her mouth, wiping away the frosting. My thumb lingers on her bottom lip for about the three longest seconds of my life. Maybe it's me, or maybe it's the strange lighting in this place, but Spencer's eyes are a bit darker. I pull my hand away. "You're good." I croak.

Spencer keeps her eyes steadily on mine. "Thanks." She murmurs.

"Here you go ladies." The baker lady comes back with some pieces of the cake Kyla asked for. Kyla, who was too busy to notice what just happened.

"Thanks." She says cheerily.

I feel Spencer's eyes still on my face even after I've torn mine away from her own. I try to focus on trying this last cake but my hand keeps feeling tingles, which spread through my arms, to my neck, down my legs, and to other places. Spencer and I don't speak directly to each other for the rest of the cake-trying session. And I am relieved when Kyla says that we're done for today. Relieved because just a few more instances like those and I would be finding myself pouncing on Spencer.

Kyla says her goodbyes and catches the subway back to her apartment.

"I had a good time with you today." I tell Spencer as we get to the steps of my apartment. The sun is starting to set and the pink colored sky is illuminating Spencer's blonde hair. Her eyes are bright blue. She looks so beautiful my heart is almost aching at the sight of her.

"Me too." She says softly, meeting my brown eyes.

"Um." I fumble around with the keys in my hand. "Do you wanna come up for coffee or something?" I ask her.

Spencer looks at the ground and then back up at me.

Say yes.

"Yeah sure, that sounds good." She answers and follows me up the steps and into my apartment. "Wow, this is really cool." Spencer breathes out as we enter.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you've never been here." I say guiltily. I catch her eyes and they have this sadness to them that breaks my heart into small jagged pieces. Falling all over the floor. "I'm sorry." I tell her sincerely. Apologizing again, for all the things I can't say.

"Well, I'm here now. That's what matters." She says seriously, giving me a soft smile.

I nod. "Make yourself at home."

I flip the light to the kitchen on and start up a pot of coffee. My heart is beating a little fast for my liking. And my hands are a little too jittery for my liking. Once the coffee is dripping, I turn around only to bump right into Spencer who was walking up behind me.

"Oof." I breathe out as my body bumps hers and now we are close. Now, my heart beat picks up more speed and my eyes are looking right into hers.

Do you ever get that feeling that someone is just waiting for you to kiss them? That they're right there, right in front of you all this time, and they're looking at you. Expecting. Waiting.

That's how I've felt with Spencer all day long. And I want to believe that's how Spencer has felt with me. I want to believe that so badly.

She doesn't back up and even though it's as quick as a cat, her eyes flicker to my lips and back up. I catch it. Simply because perhaps I was meant to. Perhaps because this one time, I'm being allowed to catch it even if it might have happened a million other times before.

I touch my nose softly to hers and her eyes flutter closed and open. I place a hand on Spencer's hip to steady myself and my lips come into contact with the very side part of her mouth. The crease. It's so light, that it almost feels like I'm just breathing on her. My face is right there, lips resting lightly still in that one spot.

I don't know what I've just done. And I don't know what to do from here.

Spencer brings her hand to my chin and redirects my lips to her own. And her lips are on mine. And they're soft, and warm, and they're like I always imagined they would be. Except one point five billion times better and sweeter.

It is the simplest, most intimate kiss I have ever shared with anyone. Here in my dimly lit kitchen, coffee brewing behind me. I kiss Spencer Carlin, my best friend.

I know I should stop. But I can't do it. I can't stop my hands from guiding her to press her up against the other side of my kitchen counter. And I can't stop the way my tongue comes out hesitantly to brush against her lower lip softly. And I can't stop the way Spencer's soft moan in my mouth makes me feel. And I can't stop her from accepting it slowly into her own mouth, only to be met with her own. Her hands in my curls make me not able to stop.

Spencer pulls away first, our faces still impossibly close together. My lips on the very side of hers, where it started.

And where it ends.