Not my longest chapter, but then again none of them really are. I'm only human after all. You have all been great, some more than others, those of you who are reading for free (ahem) you know who you are. I'm not a cheap thrill...

Thanks for lasting this long though, you all are real troopers. You better be my 69th review so i can have a good laugh about it later.

Be like Nike and "Just do it." Don't you want to be like Mike? Spencer picked up her phone and dialed. At least it's not late this time.

"This better be good…" A mumbling voice answered.

"Ashley?"

"Mhmm."

"Hi, it's Spencer. You said to call and we never picked a day, so I picked today because I got my costume and it's Wednesday. Did you know the theatrical version of Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker was released on a Wednesday?" She breathlessly said.

"Have you had sugar today?" Ashley giggled, rolling over in her bed onto her back.

"I had a doughnut." She said excitedly.

"How many did you have?"

"One…"

Ashley paused and raised her questioning eyebrows.

"Okay four," Spencer confessed, sensing the questioning silence. "But they were the small ones, so really it'd be like having two regular sized ones."

"That's right, try to justify your problem. That's the first sign: denial."

"Did you have a meeting with your therapist today?"

Ashley laughed, rolling onto her side to look at the time. "Its 10:10; make a wish."

Closing her eyes, Spencer thought about the one thing she had wished for over the last two years. Only this time, for the first time, questioned what she really wanted. You can't change the past, everything happens for a reason.

"What'd you wish for?" Ashley asked, pulling Spencer from her thoughts.

"Another doughnut." She lied.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Okay Aladdin, what did you wish for?"

A cute blonde to happen my way. Ashley thought, shaking her head in alarm. What is happening to me? "That you were going to tell me about your day."

"Your wish is my command." She tried wiggling her nose. "I went shopping with my dad, bought some paint, new shoes, and oh yes, my costume for the party. I also ran into your ex."

"My ex, interesting. Tell me about this costume of yours."

"Oh no, you can't have your dessert before the salad is even served."

Ashley sighed. "Okay, tell me about your new Converse then."

"They are white argyle to match my costume, I bought lavender color paint for my bedroom, and my costume top is a white babydoll halter that ties at the neck. Now, tell me about you and Aiden." She demanded with a big smile on her face.

"That was cruel, just so you know and did he tell you it was in high school?"

"No, he didn't mention that."

"We dated, he was nice, but wasn't what I was looking for. I may have broken up with him for one of his best friends."

"Ouch." Heartbreaker.

"It wasn't my most shining moment and it especially didn't help that it was for a girl." She said with regret in her voice.

"I'm assuming people found out, which crushed his manhood?"

"Must have because after that he treated me different, hence the love/hate relationship we have."

"Is that what that was at the beach? Love?" She kidded.

Hesitating for a moment, she responded. "Ah yes, the beach and no, that was one of his weird moments. He sometimes gets that way when we're both around…one girl, that girl being you." She paused a moment before finishing her thought. "He must like you."

"What about you?"

"Eh, you're alright." She joked.

Spencer laughed. "Gee thanks, but I was referring to you storming off."

"Oh that. I guess it bothers me, that we could be best friends for so long and have him still not accept me for who I am." Her voice was filled with sadness as she spoke.

"And the girl?"

"Josie, that didn't last long. She wasn't what I was looking for either I realized, so I basically fucked them both over for nothing. If you couldn't tell, I wasn't the most respected kid in high school." Ashley said, ashamed.

"People change." Spencer said, trying to comfort the brunette.

They both sat in silence for a moment, before Ashley spoke. "So, are we still on for the Halloween party?" She asked nervously.

"I didn't know I had a choice." Here's my chance to get out of going.

"Well you didn't at first, but now you do."

"Why now?"

"Just incase you might be uncomfortable, I thought I'd give you a scapegoat."

Spencer smiled at the gesture and Ashley's nervous tone. "You can keep your goat because I already bought my outfit." Logical reason.

"Well when you put it that way…" She laughed.

"Besides, I thought I was meant to be your bodyguard?"

Remembering she had said that, Ashley laughed. "If my life depends on that, you might want to bring Zelda."

"Hey! I can pack a punch."

"Bowl? You don't need to bring anything to the party." She said seriously.

"Oh Davies, you're too funny for your own good." She said dryly.

"I'm funny? You're the one who named your dog after a video game." Ashley smirked.

"I…I…I can't believe you even know what a video game is, let alone where the name Zelda came from."

"Nintendo right?"

"I'm in shock, yes."

"Me too." She huffed, her voice getting quiet. "Because, and this is off the record, I use to own a Sega."

"Sega!? I think I'm going to pass out." Spencer said faintly.

"Excuse me; there is nothing bad about Sega whatsoever." She said in defense.

"Only that you've never experienced the hours of pure bliss that Mario could bring you. My dad bought an old school Nintendo today on our little father daughter outing, for the sake of my sanity, when can you come over?" She asked beseechingly.

"If you want me to come over just so you can taint my Sega mind, never."

"What if that wasn't the only reason?" She said in a suggestive matter. What am I doing? She thought, quickly placing her hand over her mouth.

"Then we could talk dates and times. Speaking of which, would you like to give me your address now so I can have it for the party date?"

"I would like to, only if you promise not to stalk me before hand."

"I promise not to get caught stalking you before hand." She laughed.

"That's all I ask."

Despite the fact that each girl had nodded off to sleep at least once during their phone call, neither wanted to succumb to the tiredness they both felt. It wasn't until the sun rise shown through both girls' windows that they realized night was over and morning was upon them.

"It's late… or early." Spencer said with a yawn.

"Stop that." The brunette replied, as she caught the contagious yawn.

"We should probably get some sleep."

"Probably." She said grudgingly.

Reluctantly, with no promises of another phone call, the two said goodbye and Spencer flipped her phone closed. What am I doing? Too sleepy to contemplate her own question, she shut her eyes and closed off her mind hoping for dreamless sleep.