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Chapter 14 – Moving Day

Spencer's POV

After everything that happened that day I was exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was pack up my entire room and move. Ashley couldn't even help me because Beth had made us promise that we would stay away from each other for awhile. Ashley thought it was best seeing as she had helped us so much and I agreed. We left Sister Bernard's office and both of us went our separate ways. Ashley to the chapel to think and I assumed write, and I back to our lonely room to pack.

I sadly looked around at all of my things and focused in on the ones that Ashley had bought for me; the beautiful light oak dresser in the corner that held my clothes, the gorgeous purple and black bed spread that I am sure cost a small fortune. I ran my hand over the soft silky fabric and smiled to myself as I thought about all the nights I had laid there and listened to Ashley breathe. There were even a few times when I was awoken by the breathy sound of my name coming from the other side of the room.

I opened up my dresser and started to take my clothes out and place them neatly in the suitcase that I had unpacked only a month before. After my clothes were packed I glanced around at the pictures that Ashley had framed for me. The one of my brothers and me in Cape Cod, me and my dad hugging at my grandma's house, Claire with her arms wrapped around my shoulders. All of them held special meaning for me. It was then that I noticed a new picture that I had never seen before. It wasn't in a frame yet but there was a beautiful ornate pink one lying next to it. Ashley must have snuck back in here and put it there while I was with Sister Mary Bernard.

Even though I hadn't seen the photo before, I remembered when it was taken. The day Ashley had taken me on a "tour" of Rydell and we had ended up at the old chapel. After she had shown me her amazing instruments and told me that she played all of them, I was in complete awe. That may have been the exact moment that the "tingles" started. Here was this gorgeous, funny, confident woman who was also extremely musically talented. She offered to teach me to play guitar that day which was so generous, and then she proceeded to buy me a guitar of my own. The thought of that brought a tear to my eye as I looked over at the guitar in the corner of the room. "Such an amazing person." I thought to myself as I eyed the photo in my hand.

As we were leaving the chapel that day and heading back to the dorm, Ashley had grabbed her camera phone and stated "This moment deserves a picture." She pulled me close and extended her arm out in front of her. We both smiled into the camera as it clicked the moment for posterity. "There." Ashley had said, "Now I have a picture of my new friend!" I smiled to myself remembering the moment and what that "friendship" had quickly become. I instinctively flipped the picture over in my hands and read the inscription that Ashley had written on the back. "This was the beginning of forever."

I held the picture close for a moment and then placed it carefully in the pink frame. I put all of my frames on top of my packed clothes and closed my suitcase. As I walked towards the door I looked back and surveyed the room once more. I wiped a tear away as I thought "well this is it."

I walked down the hall and looked at each room number. I glanced down at the paper in my hand that had "Room # 204" written on it in Sister Mary Bernard's hand writing. Before I knew it I was standing in front of what was to be my new room.

Once I realized where I was I quizzically looked back down at the paper and up to the door again. "Oh no!" I thought as the familiar name next to the room number jumped out at me. "Madison Duarte R.A." Of course they would put me in the R.A.'s room so she could "keep an eye" on me! I sighed as I slowly knocked.

"What do you want?" Madison barked through the closed door. "I uhhh I mean I think I'm your new roommate." I stuttered back. At that the door flew open and there stood Madison Duarte R.A. clad in a Rydell cheerleading uniform. "I am supposed to have a single!" She shouted at me as she tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder. "All R.A.s at Rydell have singles!" She yelled again right in my face.

"Sssorry, it's not really my fault. Sister Bernard made me switch rooms." I said meekly. "Of course she did." Madison spat as she spun around leaving me standing like an idiot at the door. She proceeded to walk over to her mirror and began applying lip gloss to her full lips. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at my reflection standing behind her. "Well I guess I have to let you come in if Bernie the Bitch sent you. But chica I am NOT happy!" She said and then proceeded to mutter what I assumed were swear words in Spanish under her breath.

"You could have fooled me." I joked as I started to lay my suitcase down on the 2nd bed. "What was that bitch?" She shouted as I felt her hand grab my arm. "Ouch! Ummm nothing, er uh never mind." I stammered. "Yeah that's what I thought." She smirked and returned to her grooming rituals.

I unpacked again for what seemed like the 100th time that month. With every small move I made I could hear Madison grunt or swear. "Beso mi culo. Hacete cojer. PUTA!" Ok so I don't know Spanish, but I do know that "Puta" means bitch or whore so I could only imagine that the rest of her sentence wasn't exactly a compliment.

I tried to be as quiet as possible and I barely even looked in her direction as I put my framed photos up on top of my new dresser. "What do you think you're doing?" Madison finally said in English. "Just putting my things away." I said with my back to her. "Well you see, this is MY room, and I don't want to have to look at your stupid family or ugly friends every fucking day. Get it?" She said "And I definitely don't want to look at that stupid dyke every day of my life!" She shouted as she grabbed the pink frame from my hand and threw it on the floor. This caused the glass to shatter into a million pieces. I gasped when I heard the cracking sound and instinctively bent down to pick it up. I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks as I gently scooped up the destroyed frame. I let my thumb graze Ashley's face in the picture and somehow it made me feel just a little better as if she was there with me.

"Now I know why Bernie sent you in here!" Madison spat. "You and the dyke of the year were doing it!" I cringed as she said it and tried not to let her see the reaction on my face. "I'm right aren't I?" She smirked which quickly turned into a full on laugh and then she was in hysterics. She was laughing so hard that she could barely breathe but she did manage to get out one more sentence before she headed out the door to cheerleading practice. "There is no way (laugh) that I am going to (laugh) share my room (laugh) with a fucking carpet muncher. (laugh)"

As the door slammed behind her I let out a small sigh of relief. At least she was gone for a few hours. I finished cleaning up the broken glass and put the picture of Ashley and me under my pillow. At least there it would be "safe" and I could look at it whenever I wanted to without Madison knowing.

I flopped down on my bed and proceeded to cry my eyes out for the next 20 minutes. After I felt like I was all cried out I put the rest of my things away and pulled out a book. Just as I was starting to read I felt the vibration of my phone in my pocket. "Hey Spence, I just found out you were moved in with the cheer bitch. I am SO sry! Don't let her get you down. I love you. –Ash"