So I have not updated in forever. I am really sorry. After this chapter, if I get good feedback and people want me to keep going I will try to update at least once a week. I do suck though for such a long wait :D
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Spencer and I were just sitting in my room. It had been a week or so since that night when I confessed so many things to her and I felt like things were starting to settle down. I was spinning around in a rolly chair and Spencer was lying down on my bed when my mom came in and gave us chocolate cookies. I couldn't help but feel guilty about all I wasn't telling her as she walked away, a sweet smile on her face. As the door closed I momentarily stopped my spinning and asked Spencer. "Do you really think I should tell my mom?"
She looked up and those eyes of hers that I love so much found mine. She took a thoughtful bite out of her cookie before giving me an answer. "I think that it's your decision."
I could only let out a scoff. I hate it when people get out of answering things like that. Of course that is another talent of Spencer's which she loves to use. "Very helpful"
She sent me one of her mischievous smiles as she sat up leaning against the headboard, and I just fell for her a little bit more. "Yeah, I try"
"Spence"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna play ten questions?" I know that it does sound really immature or whatever but don't judge. Boredom can do a lot to a person. Some people go on chat sites on do weird role playing shit, others stuff their face with food, and apparently I ask questions.
She finished the cookie and looked around the room searching for something or so it seemed. Her eyes then settled on my form and she gave a soft nod. "UMM sure but isn't it twenty questions?"
"Yeah I guess it is but I figured that it would be easier to call it ten questions because we will each be asking the other ten questions. What are you so worried that we will go over or something?"
"I'm not so worried I was just trying to say that-"
I got up and sat across from her on the bed and prepared to ask my first question. I always did love these kinds of games. "Ok I'll ask first. What's your favorite animal?"
As I waited for an answer I watched her movements. She narrowed her eyes in what could have been annoyance or thought. Then her face had this kind of mystic searching expression until she found the answer that she was satisfied with. "I do not appreciate you cutting me off. My favorite animals would have to be giraffes"
Giraffes? "What the hell?"
She looked up at me for a second that was much too short before giving a slight shrug of the shoulders. "They're interesting."
Honestly I thought she was supposed to be a genius or something. That was a very bad response and an even worse explanation for her answer. If that is how she explains answers on tests I can't imagine how she keeps up an amazing grade average. "So are pedophiles…."
She let out a soft chuckle that seemed to light up my room just a little bit. Or maybe it was just me. Either way it was music to my ears, the only kind that I ever want to hear. "There is absolutely no connection there at all. Anyway I am now going to ask a question now."
"Shoot. "
"What is your favorite movie?"
"That is a hard question. Well let's see I don't really have a favorite but if I had to say like two that I liked the best they would be Gia and Girl interrupted." I happen to freakin love Angelina Jolie. I'm not sure if she got that from my movie choices, but she is like one of my guilty pleasures.
She nodded a bit in agreement and I couldn't help the odd sense of joy that came from somewhere within me when I realized we actually did like some of the same things. "Gia was good but it was a sad ending"
Aww she sounds like a little kid. "It was but sometimes life isn't just some sort of fairy tale…"
"Touché….your turn to ask"
"Relax relax I know, give me a second. Ok what is your favorite song?" I know some may consider this a lame question but come on you can never go wrong when you know someone's favorite song. I mean look that last sentence just rhymed so it must be sort of right.
She looked at me with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised and a faint smile playing at her lips. The kind of look that makes my heart jump and my brain close shop for the rest of the day. "These questions are so scandalous; maybe we should tone it down a bit."
I must say she is one very cheeky girl. Even if it is cute it can get extremely annoying. "Ha-ha just answer it already."
"Fine- my favorite song at the moment would have to be Super Bass by Nicki Minaj." After she said it she gave me the look, the kind of look that made it seem like she was expecting me to totally freak out or something. I don't know why she would think I would freak out at that though. Nicki Minaj is a cool chick even if all her makeup and clothing does scare me sometimes
"Interesting"
"No other comments?"
"Nope go ahead and ask your next question."
Her eyes seemed to scan mine for a few seconds before she leaned forward resting her hands in her lap. "What song would you say represents your life?"
"Oh so you are into the deeper meaning ones Carlin…" It shouldn't be any big surprise that she would ask something like that. For some unknown reasons she loves talking about that sort of stuff. And for some other reason that is unknown I love her because she loves talking about that kind of stuff.
"Hmmm you could say that or you could say that I'm into a certain girl and I would love to learn more about her."
"You are a sneaky one Carlin I must say. But if I had to choose one song I guess it would be Fucking Perfect by P!nk."
She eyed me incredulously before letting out an amused sigh. "You know some people refer to it as Perfect"
"Yeah, but using the word Fuck is just so much more fun." It really is way more fun. Especially when Spencer is around and you get to see her eyes go all wide when you say it really loud. It kind of makes her look like Bambi.
"I never noticed how immature you where before." But I can tell by the way her voice gets all light that she is lying. She most definitely noticed how immature I am, but I also think that she might just like it.
"Well I guess you learn something new every day. Anyway what's your favorite color?"
"I really like the color green. What is your favorite color? "
"I hate people that copy the questions. But I will answer just for you. My favorite color is royal blue."
She slapped my leg softly with her palm and I promise I tried my hardest to ignore the tingles it sent all the way up to my face. "Thank you so much for letting me have the honor of hearing your answer…royal dick."
And at first I can't even get past the state of shock I am in. It is not every day that you hear Spencer use those kinds of words. But it does amaze me how she can say them with an aura of an innocent school girl. "Tsk, Tsk Spencey that is not a nice name."
"Oh bite me" Sexy and sassy. I like it.
"Tempting but I think I will ask my next question first. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?" This is one of the best questions to ask. It is probably one of the best ways to judge and get to know a person. I couldn't help but wonder why Spencer's cheeks seemed to have formed a reddish tint to them at the mention of the question.
She bit her lip shyly, one of the habits that continues to drive me crazy, before answering. "Cookies and cream."
"Ha-ha cute" So sweet, how fitting.
"Nice Ash. Okay do you like older people?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Uhhhh" She gave me this really weird look. At first I didn't really care or anything but then she started to stare at me for like ten minutes and it was starting to get really annoying.
"What?"
She scooted back, a bit closer to the head of the bed, before slyly saying. "That was a very enthusiastic yes…I can only wonder why."
"Shut up cookies and cream I just think that they can tell really cool stories." It's true. I love older people. They are usually really nice to me, and they always talk about the coolest shit. They have so much knowledge, so much experience. If there is any phrase that I would totally agree with it would be to respect your elders. Because they really are wiser or whatever.
"Oookay I get it go ahead and ask your next question."
"How was your day?"
"Well I spent it talking with you…so you know it could have been better." And I couldn't have looked offended if I tried. I really wanted to, but when I saw Spencer there with her big blue eyes shining with amusement, and a beautifully clever smile painted on her face I just couldn't help but smile myself.
"Nice CC nice"
Her eyes lost a bit of the amusement as confusion set in. She raised her slim arms up in a questioning motion. "What the hell is CC?"
"Yeah it is cookies and cream. Don't you just lurve it?" After watching the priceless expression of annoyance grace her features I couldn't help myself. I started to jump around on the bed singing cookies and cream over and over again.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." And when I heard her practically bellow the phrase I was stunned into a total silence. I mean what the heck. And I look down to see her smiling angelically up at me. "Thanks so much Ashley now to my next question. Do you like massages? "
"Yes and I might even love them if you give me one. "
"Maybe later Ash."
"Is that a promise?"
"No it's a threat. "
"I am sufficiently scared. Would you rather have love or a million dollars?"
Her face was a classic representation of a person deep in thought. She then met my gaze with her own and smiled her graceful smile as if to say that she was very proud of her answer. "Well…if I were to be head over heels in love with that million then I could totally have both."
"Spencer Carlin! What are you saying right now?"
"It's possible to love money"
I shook my head in mock disapproval. Because, let's be serious, there is barely a thing in this world that could be done by Spencer Carlin that would make me disappointed. "Disappointing."
She gave an exaggerated sigh. "Yep that's what they all say. Do you play video games?"
Now the consequences of answering this honestly could be very bad. Or they could be very good. I like honesty in these type of games, so I believe the truth is the way to go. "I'll play Call of Duty Black Ops every once in a while." And by the look on her face and the intense laughter coming out of her mouth I figured the truth probably wasn't the best idea "Hey why the heck are you laughing….stop it!"
She settled down a bit as some of the color left her cheeks leaving it that tantalizing sort of pale before giving me a confident salute. "Whatever you say CoD."
Hell no…. "Do not start calling me that."
"CoD"
"One more time I swear to god I will- "
She put a hand to her chin rubbing it thoughtfully before saying "Hey CoD I was just wondering-"
"Shut the hell up CC, just shut it." I stood up and looked away from her. I should not be made fun of for that. Especially since I practically beat the game in record time. And besides I couldn't stay annoyed while looking at that devastatingly cute face of hers, so I had to turn away.
I soon felt smooth arms circle my waist holding on tightly. And I could smell Spencer all around me. I then felt her soft locks against my skin and her breaths make its way to my ear, massaging every inch of skin on its way there. "Awww I'm sorry." She then applied a soft kiss to my neck before slowly letting go of my wait, taking my hand and leading me back onto the bed.
"Yeah you will be. Anyway it's my turn. What is your favorite sugary cereal?" It sounded weak I know, and it barely made it out of my mouth. After What Spencer had done I am fairly surprised that I still had the ability to talk at all. And this is the kind of thing I love. Those special little moments with her.
"Frosted flakes. What is your favorite sugary cereal?"
"Once again copying my questions. Not very original. But Trix are the shit dude."
"Yeah okay I'll take your word on that one."
"Good, you should. What do you think about tattoos?"
"I think some of them are kind of sexy but others can be very creepy."
"Fair enough."
She took my hands in hers and started to rub them softly with her thumb effectively melting every brain cell I own. "Ashley can I just ask you the rest of my questions I don't like answering and I know how much you do. You can ask the rest of yours after I do mine."
The girl is absolutely unbelievable. She knows exactly what to do to get what she wants from me. "No Spencer that is totally cheating….do not pout at me. Oh fine just ask already."
She didn't stop the motion of her thumb dancing across my skin. But she did look up at me, conveying some sort of message through her eyes, but the murky depths of those blue sees where just too hard for me to see through. "What was your longest relationship?"
"I guess a few months but I want to change that. You have two questions left Carlin." And this is where things start to get all shaken up. Because Spencer is never content with just staying in the safe zone. She likes to push me. She likes to know about me, and I am not too sure if I like that too much.
"Good to know. I'll ask one more than you can ask yours."
"What about your last one?"
"I am saving it. What are you scared of?"
I feel like she has asked me this so many times before. But as I study her features I notice certain things. I notice how her eyes get all cloudy when she thinks, I notice she gets this little scowl on her face when something is on her mind, and I notice how she notices when I don't tell her the full truth. And whenever she asks me this question it just seems like I can never get that full truth out. But in the safety of my room, and her presence surrounding me, suffocating me, her eyes boring into mine, I feel like I just have to. "My mom not feeling the same way about me anymore, at least not after I tell her. The things I am feeling scare me. And you scare me, more than you will ever know."
"Ash-"But I don't want to hear her try and make me feel better. Her voice is so sweet, so light, so full of life, and I hate when it is filled with concern or worry, so I decide to take this moment to really ask her what I want to.
"Do you like me?"
She let out a small baby like laugh. A grin on her face. "Yes, it is a secret but I actually happen to like you very much."
And then I ask the question that I ask myself every day. But really I don't need to ask myself anymore. There are so many things that I would change if I could. So many things that I would change to make me so much better than I am right now. "If you could change one thing about me what would it be?"
Her body seemed to stiffen and I quickly looked anywhere but at her. The silence hung in the air for what seemed like hours, until I met her smoldering gaze once more. Her hand softly held mine and there was a fiery, daring look in her eyes. "I wouldn't dare change anything about you. Because you are Fucking Perfect just the way you are. I mean, everything about you makes you Ashley Davies, the girl I like so much. So I wouldn't change a thing. I mean what exactly is the point of changing perfection when you have it right there in your grasp."
I looked down at our hands intertwined. Then I managed to look up into her eyes that always seem to bring me back to the sea. And I realized that the sea is kind of like our relationship at this point. It is so beautiful, so scary, so god damn unpredictable. But do you know what makes the sea so special. I'll tell you what. The fact that nothing is ever guaranteed when you are out at sea, nothing is ever truly safe. You just need to take a risk to see the actual beauty. And I want to. I want to see how beautiful this could become. So the risk is what I am willing to take. For once I feel like I'm not so scared. "If I kissed you right now would you hurt me?"
Her eyes darkened to the royal blue that I have been enchanted by and her hand gripped mine tighter. She looked me dead in the eye as her body was perfectly still. "I'm not sure about that….Are you brave enough to get your answer?"
So anyways I really hope you liked it and it was worth the wait. Should I keep going? Would you like to hear how the relationship progresses? Did you like this chapter? You tell me.
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