"Where do you see yourself in ten years?" Ashley asks hoarsely as the two eighteen year olds sit on the hood of her car, cuddled together, watching the sunrise; her voice hoarse from the two of them talking all night.

The blonde snuggles up closer to the brunette, her eyes barely open, "With you."

Ashley lazily smiles and peers down at the blonde, "Really?" Spencer confirms her answer with a head nod, "What else?"

"I see us happy, fulfilling our dreams… you know, me finishing art school and being known… you selling millions of albums, a famous rock star. Living in a cozy, gorgeous, secluded house, of course it'd have to be on the beach," Ashley's smile grows larger, "you working in your at-home recording studio because you hate leaving me for too long, me in my studio painting all day, occasionally taking breaks to see you and we'd eat lunch together in the back room that has huge bay windows opening up to the sand and water. And then spending the end of the day just like this… together, just…" she sighs, "…happy."

Letting out a low whistle, Ashley smirks, "A secluded house on the beach, that'd be pretty expensive miss."

Spencer shrugs sleepily, as she tries to stifle a yawn, "I'm a girl that knows what she wants."

Laughing softly, Ashley kisses the top of Spencer's head, "Well if that's what you want, than I'll make sure you get it."

"I really don't need all of that Ash… just you." She shrugs with a small smirk on her face, "I'll take what I can get."

"That started off so sweet too." The sun fully up now, Ashley gives Spencer a gentle squeeze, "Come on, let's get you home before your mom freaks out."

Spencer slowly gets off the hood and stretches, not missing Ashley's wandering eyes as her sweatshirt rises, showing her stomach, "I don't want to go home, I want to sleep with you." Ashley begins to protest, saying something about Paula splashing her with holy water, but Spencer quickly cuts her off by grabbing her shirt collar and silencing her with a long heated kiss, "I want to go home with you Ash." All Ashley can do is nod dumbly and open the car door for Spencer.

Xoxoxo

The door slams hard, causing the picture frame on the wall next to it to shake. Ashley storms through the entrance way, tossing her keys toward the table and letting her purse drop to the floor, not caring where it lands. Annoyed and angry, the brunette quickly strides into the kitchen yanking open the fridge door, staring at its' contents, not even fazed the slightest when she hears the front door slam again.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

"My problem?!" Ashley shuts the fridge door, forgetting about whatever she was looking for, "My problem!" She stares incredulously at the blonde, whose arms are crossed at her chest, looking pissed off. "I don't have a problem! I should be asking you that!"

"I don't have a problem! You're the one being curt and slamming car doors and sighing every two seconds!"

"Being curt?! Who says that?!"

Spencer glares at her, "Don't change the subject. What is wrong?"

"Oh I don't know Spence, maybe the fact that it's day three of looking at houses and we spent all morning and nearly all afternoon looking at houses, at least twenty five of them, and you found a problem with every single one of them… again!"

"You're exaggerating and I was just doing what you asked. You shouldn't have asked for my help if you didn't want it."

The truth of the matter was, Ashley was not exaggerating. They'd left at 8:30a.m. to meet with the real estate agent and it is now almost 5p.m. Things started off great in the beginning, until Spencer had begun to find something wrong with every house, asking so many questions that the real estate agent, Wanda, would roll her eyes every time Spencer would speak.

Ashley laughs bitterly, "I wish I was exaggerating. And I mean god! Could you have asked anymore questions?" She rolls her eyes, "'Excuse me, but what's the schooling options like… excuse me, is there a neighborhood watch program… I'm sorry, but did the previous owners have cats…" she states, mimicking Spencer. "I don't have any kids, so why do I care about the schools?"

Gritting her teeth, Spencer takes a step towards Ashley, "Maybe if you weren't busy flirting with Wanda the entire time, I wouldn't have been the one asking all the questions. Excuse me for trying to help."

"Flirting?!" Ashley looks outraged as she steps forward, getting into Spencer's personal space, not caring at all, "The woman was like 50! And asking her to give me a tour of the house is not flirting, it's part of her job! And I appreciate that you were just trying to help, but if I'd known this is how you help I wouldn't have asked! Jesus! Kyla didn't mention anything about you being neurotic when looking at houses!"

They're now mere inches apart, neither aware of the fact that if either lean forward, their lips would be touching. Spencer is seething at this point, her fists clenched tightly together down at her sides, "I'm not neurotic; none of those places were good enough!"

Ashley's eyes go wide, "Really?! What was so wrong with the last place we saw Spence, huh? It was perfect! The backdoors open up to a private beach, huge bay windows, tall vaulted ceilings, great security, a recording studio already built in by the previous owner, more than enough bedrooms, a porch and dock. What was wrong with it?"

Spencer opens her mouth to speak, but quickly shuts it. "See?" Ashley shakes her head, "You gave a reason for saying no to every house but this one Spence, so please tell me… what is wrong with it? Or were you really just trying to piss me off all day? 'Cause if so, you definitely succeeded!"

"That wasn't what I was trying to do."

Ashley snorts at this, "Bull shit Spencer."

"I wasn't!" Spencer nearly stomps her foot when she yells this.

"Then what the hell was wrong with it?! Why shouldn't I buy it?!"

"Because it was supposed to be ours!" She yells, frustrated beyond belief with the girl standing mere inches away from her. She lets out a light whimper when she realizes what she just said. A second later, tears she didn't realize were building up, begin to trickle down her face.

Ashley stands there shocked for a moment, letting Spencer's words register, before she finally takes in Spencer's features. Immediately, her demeanor softens at the sight of the tears, her hands instantly cupping Spencer's face, her thumbs slowly brushing away the tears. Spencer's eyes close at the contact, both just as surprised when the blonde doesn't pull away from the touch. Sighing, Ashley leans forward, resting her forehead against Spencer's, eyes closed. "Spence… I'm sorry, please don't cry. I wasn't thinking when I asked you to come. I shouldn't have, it was totally insensitive of me."

Reaching up, Spencer grasps Ashley's wrists with her hands, and shakes her head, praying the tears will stop falling as they stand there. "I shouldn't be upset about this…"

They stand like this until Spencer's last tear falls. Slowly, Ashley's removes her hands, and both girls open their eyes, and Ashley's moves her head to look at Spencer properly. Both girls suddenly become very aware of how close they are, but Ashley doesn't step away, as Spencer is still holding onto her wrists.

"Spence…" she whispers faintly, licking her lips subconsciously.

"Yeah?" Spencer asks, just as quietly, her eyes flickering down to Ashley's lips despite her own protests, then back up to her eyes.

Noticing this, Ashley's train of thought is momentarily stalled. "I uh… um…" she chuckles lightly at her stammering, "I… are you ok?"

Spencer nods once, not breaking their staring contest, "I think so…"

Ashley nods, swallowing the lump in her throat, "Are we ok?"

She lets out a small sigh, Ashley feeling the air on her lips, "We will be…"

Neither say anything else for another moment until Spencer clears her throat and glances down at the hands she's still holding onto, "I should probably go get cleaned up, I probably look horrible."

"That's not possible Spence."

Feeling a small blush coat her cheeks, Spencer releases her hold on Ashley and excuses herself. As Spencer leaves the kitchen, a tiny smile forms on her lips, quickly turning into a smirk when she hears the brunette let out a quiet whimper and begins to talk to herself when she thinks Spencer is gone.