A/N: Hello again! Well, this chapter was a challenge to say the least...I don't really know how to feel about it, but I did make it a bit longer. I probably won't be able to update for a couple of days. Anyway, thanks for the reviews! :) Keep leaving some more. Enjoy!

The Crazy Blonde

Do you know those situations where time seems to have somehow slowed down? Or maybe even stopped? You're still moving just fine, but you can see that all around you, people are moving in slow motion. You see how their lips move as they are about to say something, and how they make their way around in this momentary limbo. What's surprising is that in these situations you don't stop and ask yourself, "What the hell?", instead, you're left staring out into drawn-out actions and really taking the time to observe. Has that ever happened to you?

Because it is happening to me right now. Except, my situation is a bit different. The world around me is a blur, literally. I see movement, but the motion leaves strokes of smeared colors in my surroundings. Only one thing in my sight is perfectly visible. At this point I am realizing that my hearing is also gone. The music that had previously been blasting into my ears has been reduced to nothing. And my sense of space has been dulled, therefore I dare not move, in fear of falling and ending this fantasy.

So here I am, standing in the middle of a sea of coated colors looking at her slow-rising chest and perfectly-round brown eyes. I cannot divert my gaze from her. I want to say something, but my lips feel heavy and my lungs are frozen over. That leaves my mouth opening and closing uselessly, failing miserably at attempting to form coherent sentences. My heart is beating erratically in my chest, and I know for a fact that I am trembling a little. I can't help it; at this point I have no idea what to do.

My dream has just come true, but reality hasn't set in yet, so I can feel my mind working in overdrive to try and sort out these new emotions. My breathing has hastened, and my hands are sweaty. However, her smile is beginning to wear off, and her eyebrows are furrowing, she's confused. I have to say something now. I take a deep breath and swallow the lump in my throat.

"Ash…Ashley…"

Her expression lights up. I guess she wasn't exactly expecting me to speak.

"I-I…I, uh, don't know—"

"No, no Spence. Let me." She takes my hands in hers and looks at me directly. "I haven't exactly been honest with you these past few days…"

Our staring breaks and she looks around nervously. She needs help.

"Ash…Ashley, look at me." I use my hand to turn her head towards me and smile. "You know you can tell me anything. So? What is it?"

"Umm, uh, I…I want to…but, as much as I know you'll hear me out, I don't know if I can bring myself to say it. Because, in order to tell you what I'm feeling, I kinda have to tell you what I've been doing with myself exactly, and I, uh I mean, I don't think you'd actually be…umm, pleased with what I have to say."

"What? Ashley what is it?" I furrow my eyebrows before moving to hug her tightly.

She melts in my arms and I can feel her start to calm down a bit. Ok brain, you better be working right now. I can't wait until we get home. She's about to confess to me, so I might as well confess to her too.

"I could never get mad at you if that's what you mean," I lean in closer to whisper in her ear. "Because I lov—"

"What is this?! Spencer! What the f-fuck are you doin'?!"

Ashley and I sprung apart abruptly, fearing for our lives at the sounds of the shrieking screams coming from the drunk, wobbly blonde.

"Annie? God. You are so drunk," I say carefully as I approached her to provide her with some much-needed support.

"Hey! Get the fuck off!" She rudely slaps my hands away and raises a trembling, but still intimidating finger to point at me. "Wha-what arrree ya' doin'?! Huh?! You kissin' her now?!"

"What are you talking about? We weren't—"

"Wasshuuurrr problem?"

What am I supposed to say at this point? I can't tell her we were kissing. Because, I don't know if we actually were. I don't know…that may have just been a friendly kinda kiss for Ashley, so I can't confirm it. But, at the same time I can't say we weren't because…well, our lips were touching and all…Stupid Annie. I swear, if we weren't in a room full of people, I would strangle you right now for your obvious affinity to interrupt my Ashley moments.

"Annie. You're drunk; you don't know what you're talking about," Ashley finally steps into the picture. She moves towards the blonde and grabs her elbow. "Come on, I'll help you to the booth—"

"No! No! No!" Annie gets out of Ashley's grip and throws her beer bottle to the floor, shattering it angrily. By now we have a crowd of curious people around us. This is so embarrassing. "Spencer! How could you?!"

"An-Annie…I…" I stutter out. I'm shocked, okay? Don't blame me.

"Okay. That's enough!" Ashley starts to take a more forceful approach towards Annie and manages to turn her in the direction of the booth. "It's time for you to go."

I follow the two before Annie shakes Ashley off and stalks her way over to me.

"Sh-she is mi-mine Spencerr! I told you! Don't go tryna steal her now!" She emphasizes her words by using her hand to push my shoulder roughly each time.

Okay…now I'm mad. Not only has she dared to touch me, she had the nerve to call Ashley hers? Seriously, this chick must be delusional. I mean…What the fuck! That's it, I'm done being polite!

"Okay! Stop right now!" I push her off of me and she stumbles into a few people in the crowd, who help her back to her feet. "Ashley is not yours. And what we may or may not have been doing is none of your business, understand?"

"Of course it's my busi-ness you crrrazy bi-bitch!" She walks towards me again and stands face to face with me, her four-inch heels bringing her to my height.

Oh. She did not just call me a bitch, right? Did she? Okay, now she's dead.

"Listen you little bimbo, if you don't get out of my face and away from Ashley in the next five minutes, trust me, I will hit you," I say through clenched jaw and flaring nostrils. I don't want to make a scene in front of Ashley, so I speak as calmly as I can to hide my anger, but I fail, because I can practically hear the hatred oozing out of my words.

Suddenly, Annie lunges towards me and tackles me to the floor.

"You b-bitch!" She screams as she starts pulling at my clothes.

Huh…I guess alcohol does make you stupid. Does she really think pulling my clothes is gonna hurt me? Wow, she is dumb.

Before I have the chance to flip her over and retaliate her attacks, I feel her being powerfully lifted off of me by none other than Ashley.

"Annie stop it! Enough!" Ashley yells at her and pins her arms behind her back. Annie just continues to thrash about uselessly, struggling against the strong grip of the brunette.

"Wh-what makes you think you can k-kiss her, huh?!" She manages to scream out at me as she continues to flail her legs pointlessly in the air in front of her.

Okay, I'm seeing red…Yeah…I am…Oh man…I feel my inhibitions going away right now…Shit…I'm gonna start blurting stuff out…Damn it!

"Because I can, you doofus!" I step closer to her and smirk evilly. "Because I love her!"

That successfully quiets the whole scene. The crowd gives out a simultaneous gasp and looks expectantly at the other blonde's response. Annie stops flapping around like a dumbass and just stands there, her jaw hanging open, and her eyes wide with either anger, shock, or both. She opens and closes her mouth like a fish, but no words come out.

I stare away from her and the crowd, I don't care about them. I care about the brunette, whose grip has loosened and is just standing there, with an unreadable expression on her face. Her eyes are slightly wide, but her lips are closed, not tightly or anything, but I can tell that she is swallowing hard. Then she starts blinking rather rapidly, as if my words just hit her. I can tell she is struggling to find the right words to say, but she is coming up short.

Here on my end, thought isn't coming easily either. I cannot believe what I have just said. I know I said I was going to tell her tonight and all, but I certainly did not expect to do it in club. Especially not during a jealousy fight with another girl. I may have just destroyed my chances with my one true love. Shit!

"…Spencer…" Ashley finally speaks. "Spence…I…I…don't—"

I cut her off by shaking my head. I really don't want to hear her rejection. I don't want to hear her say that she doesn't love me back, or that she loves me, but only in a friendly way. I don't want to hear her say that we can't be. So I do the most logical thing I could think of in this situation: I run.

I run out of the club and out of Ashley's gaze. I run to hide from my own fears and my self-prophesied uncertainties.

Little did I know, I was running out on myself.