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Chapter 14 "The New"
"...I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way! My Girl. (my girl, my girl), Talkin' bout My girl (MY GIRL!). Oooohhhhh!" I sung at the top of my lungs while walking though the hallway towards the kitchen. It wasn't really singing as much as it was yelling.
This morning I woke up with this insane bounce in my step. I can't remember waking up this happy or early in a long time. Even Rascal was still asleep in my bed. The last I checked his head was under the covers while his tail and butt was sticking out. I didn't have the heart to move him. Plus he looked pretty damn funny. I even stole Aiden's phone to snap a fast picture.
Anyways I was just about to enter the kitchen still humming the tune to 'My Girl'. I don't know why I wanted to sing that song. I just woke up with it in my head. Every step was a dance move. I'd twirl and
"...I don't need no money, fortune, or fame. I've got so much riches baby one man can claim." I belted. At this point I was skipping and jumping. My eyes closed and face to the sky.
"I guess you'd say..." Another voice added. I looked up to see aunty Lisa singing into a spatula. She swayed back back and forth, paused to flip a pancake then continued. "What can make me feel this way!" She had a really good voice, it was deep and strong.
"My Girl!" Kyla chirped in. Her voice was rang at a higher octave.
Then there was Aiden adding the harmony in his low voice. "(my girl, my girl)"
"Talkin' bout my girl..." Ky added in again. She was using her spoon as a microphone. Making me laugh.
"My Girl!" We all more or less shouted. Aiden howled and I took my seat on the breakfast counter between him and my sister. Still humming the ending tune.
"That was awesome! We should do it again!" Aiden commented. It was pretty funny and we sounded ok even if I was show tune singing. I nodded my head in agreement. He looked giddy like a little kid. So of course I just had to pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair.
"Hey, Hey, Hey!" He put is hands up and moved his head away. "I don't mind you touching my face. But I do mind you touching the hair." He said with a pout. He started to sculpt his black hair back into its original spiky figure.
I laughed and waved him off. He continued to mess with his hair while Kyla leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "He is such a girl."
I nodded in agreement. She laughed then came back and said. "But a cute one." In my ear. I turned to stare at her in disgust.
"Ew much?"
Kyla scoffed. "Oh come on. He's hot. Great body, cute boyish face, funny, loyal, kind-"
"Kyla you could be describing Rascal." I deadpanned.
She glared at me so I shut up. "All I'm saying is that he's a great guy. And he likes you. You'd be crazy not to go out with him." She said like it was the most obvious thing on the face of the planet.
"Does the term gay ring a bell?" I asked sarcastically.
"Ha! But your not." She countered. I cussed under my breath and narrowed my eyes.
"Not happening." I stated firmly. It my signal for her to shut up and forget about this.
I hate that she used the gay thing against me. I'm fine with using the terms gay and lesbian to define what I like. But if there are guys that I do find attractive and they are decent I would date them. I just prefer girls. Simple as that. Actually I never really dated before. My old relationships consisted of one night stands. Some guys but mostly girls. Now that I think about it. I never dated anyone before.
Aunty Lisa walked in breaking my concentration, thankfully. She set empty plates in front of us and placed the pancakes on the island. They looked really good, and smelt better. I couldn't wait to actually eat them.
"So we have classic buttermilk." She said pointing to the plain stack. "Taro..." she pointed to the purplish stack on the next plate. "and finally my famous mango!" Aunty Lisa stepped aside and presented the mango stack in the middle. Then she happily skipped away to the opposite side of the island and started to name of fruits. "And now for fruit, we got fresh picked blueberries and..." Aunty Lisa held up a second bowl. "Fresh pineapple and cantaloupe." She said smiling widely.
My mouth was officially watering.
Aunty Lisa smiled and came back to sit on the other side of Kyla. "Oh there's bacon." She said as a last remark. Aiden's eyes widened at the mention of bacon and walked over to the island with his plate and fork.
"Looks great" Kyla said to aunty before following. I nodded my agreement and pecked her on the cheek.
The food looked so good. I missed home cooking more than I realized. Now she was spoiling us and greasy take out wouldn't cut it anymore. I took a little, lot of everything. Its a good thing I have a high metabolism. Other wise I'd ten pounds heavier and really in need of clothes.
Kyla and I are small and Chelsea helped us with the clothes situation when in LA. So we had enough, and we had decent stuff. But I'd be lying if I said that some of my things didn't have holes, rips, or blood.
After loading my plate so that it formed a mountain of food. I took my seat in between Aiden who was scarfing down everything at once. And Kyla who was eating like a bird, by picking at the blueberries.
"So whats got you so happy?" Aunty Lisa asked Lisa asked before taking a bite out of her melt-in-mouth pancakes.
"I don't know." I said shrugging. " I just woke up on the biggest high I've ever had!" I stated.
Aunty Lisa paused mid scoop and turned towards me robotic like. "I'm gonna pretend that you didn't just tell me you used to get high." She said stressing the 'used to'. My eyes widened and nodded. I stuffed my face with mango pancakes and made a silent promise to stop having these awkward moments with aunty Lisa like this.
"Its because of Spencer isn't it?" Kyla asked me. I turned towards her astonished and defensive.
"It is not!" I huffed. Then I thought about it. "Not all of it." Everyone gave me disbelieving looks. Even a sleepy Rascal with bed head that just padded into the kitchen. "Is it so hard to believe I'm just happy." I dead panned. Aiden chuckled and they all turned away.
"Don't lie Ash we all saw that little kiss." Kyla put in and I kicked her under the table.
"Kiss? You um, kissed someone." Aid asked with big questioning eyes. He actually looked a bit defeated and sad.
"She kissed Spencer." Aunty Lisa said nonchalanty. Like its supposed to be. Then she faced me. "Or more like Spencer kissed you." She stated with narrowed eyes. I wanted to ask where the nonchalant went.
They couldn't tell I was a bit uncomfortable. It was just a kiss for gods sake. Women can kiss each other and have it mean nothing more than innocent can't they? What was with these guys I used to kiss Spencer all the time. She was my friend.
"Wait so she kissed you? Like on the lips mouth to mouth?" Aiden asked. He looked relieved? And I wanted to slap him. I thought we established that my mouth came in short contact with hers.
"Yeah Aiden. Last time I checked that how you kiss someone." Kyla said from behind me. I did my best to hide a snicker while the boy in front of me lowered his eyes. A blush painted his face and I was very much confused.
But it didn't last long and soon everyone was back to staring at me. I decided to clarify the already obvious situation.
"Yeah we kissed. It was just and peck and didn't mean anything, alright!" I sorta snapped. They happily left the subject alone after than and I could eat my pancakes in peace.
We finished breakfast soon after and I was so stuffed. At first I couldn't believe she made so much food and now I couldn't believe we ate it all.
"That was amazing!" I said holding my slightly swollen stomach.
"Thank you." Aunty Lisa said with her hand on her chest.
"Your an amazing cook" Kyla complimented.
"I know!" The older brunette replied cockily. We all laughed at that. Most people would say 'thank you' or something on the lines of that. But not her. Thats why I loved her.
We helped clean up. Gathering the sticky dishes and placing them in the dish washer.
Then went out to the back yard to lounge around. We took to our old hand out in the garage that usually held no cars. It was full of random clutter. This was an open garage. I'm not sure if you can even call it that really. There are hand built shelves stocked with everything from WD-40 to Pepsi and Coke. In the middle there was a space big enough to fit a automobile but no one parked there.
Kyla sat on an old car bench seat with a book Chelsea gave her. Aiden took to sitting on an old office chair. He had a new looking skateboard sitting on the desk. I made my way past the clutter and towards him.
"Nice." I commented. It was a light colored wood board glossy and perfectly shaped. It was gonna be a trick board so it had all the bends the bends. "Were'd you get it?" I asked.
The guy side of me was coming out. I was a tomboy as a kid and even though I rather not do the baseball cap and sneakers thing, that part of me still exists. I always liked boy stuff. As a child I preferred stuffed animals over barbies, I liked getting dirty more than playing dress up, and I was obsessed with Pokemon.
"I made it." Aiden replied proudly. I looked at him shocked. It wasn't easy to make a skateboard and he did a good job.
"Nice. So what are you gonna do?" I asked intrigued now.
"I got the grip tape. Its coming in the mail. But I don't know what to do on the bottom. I have little to none artistic abilities so I might just leave it blank." He said shrugging.
"You can't leave it blank." I gasped like that was the most horrendous idea ever. He just shrugged. I helped him place the board in a bag and he put it on the top shelf above my head.
He whipped out an iPad and started to do some online shopping for skate trucks and barring. I left him to it and took a seat in the old La-Z boy. There was an off white sheet covering it and a little dirt. I didn't care and sat right down onto the comfortable recliner. If my memory serves right this used to be in the house by the Tv. Spencer and I would cuddle up together on it as kids.
Hmm. Spencer. I spent a good part of the last 8 years of my life thinking about her. Especially in recent events. And now here I am on Hawaii. There was no awkward tensions between us. I didn't have to fear the worst because I didn't know what was going to happen. I knew. Yesterday was the day I got over my fear of talking to the girl. If it wasn't for the impromtu gathering and the domino effect of events who knows how long it would have taken me to finally talk to her.
So now all that stuff is over, and I have nothing to do right now. So there is one question on my mind that I just have to ask. What am I doing sitting around here?
"Aiden can I use your phone?" I asked already standing. He nodded not taking his eyes off the screen. I think he was bidding on ebay. Anyways I walked to the desk where he sat by and snatched the android of the table top. Kyla sent me a knowing look and I couldn't hide the smile on my face.
My fingers were dialing a number I wasn't even sure still worked. I pressed the cell to my ear and took two deep breaths praying anyone but her parents answered.
"Hello." A young male voice greeted on the other end. I let out a breath of relief. It was Matt.
"Hey" I addressed more confidently now that I wasn't scared about talking to either adult Carlin.
"Hi? Uh, who's this?" He questioned. I felt like and idiot for not saying my name.
"Its Ashley. I was just uh-" My earlier confidence ran away.
"Wondering were Spencer was?" He finished for me. I thanked god that he was a smart boy.
"yeah."
There was some rustling and I hears a shout. "Spencer! Its for you!" Matt muttered a 'Hold on' and there was some more rustling.
Finally there was someone on the other line again. "Hello?" A soft sweet voice said through the phone.
"Hi? Uh, Spencer?" I asked softly even though I knew it was her. I just didn't know what else to say. I could feel heat climbing my neck and I walked away from the garage for more privacy.
"Hey Ashley." She said slowly.
"Hey!" I re-greeted. What was left of my earlier confidence was totally gone now. "So um, are you busy?"
There was a pause. "No." I smiled at that. "Are you?"
"Oh no." I said. As if I'd be to busy to hang out with her! "So do you wanna do something?" I asked.
"Yeah" Was the quick reply. "We can hang out at my house if you want. G-Glen really wants to see you again." She said after wards. I wasn't dense and could tell that last part was an excuse. It made me giggle.
"Alright. I can be over in a few minutes." I said.
"Ok. Do you know where the house is?" She asked.
"Of course!" I wanted to tell her that I also knew her phone number by heart. Even after eight years. But I didn't. It seemed kinda creepy. "I'll see you in a few." I said instead.
"Alright bye." She hung up at the same time as me. I think my grin was gonna break my face. I skipped back to the garage stopping when I knew Ky and Aiden would be able to see me. If I got caught skipping now, I'd never live it down.
I placed Aiden's phone back on the table and peaked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. The boy was now playing Temple Run. He made me try it yesterday. Its kinda addicting. I played for like thirty minutes without even realizing it.
"Hey Ky, Aid." I called for their attention and they gave it to me. "I'm going over to Spencer's. Wanna come?" I asked out of politeness.
"I'm gonna read a few chapters first. You go ahead. We'll catch up with you guys later." Kyla said waving me off. I nodded and started to look for the truck keys. I walked into the house and looked high and low for them. When I came up empty I went back out to ask my sister where I put them.
"Ky have you seen my keys?"
She looked at me like I was crazy. And I didn't get it. I just sent her the same look. She looked to my left hand and raised an eyebrow. I lifted my gauze covered arm and blushed in embarrassment. My keys were dangling from my fingers. I didn't even remember finding them!
I laughed nervously and started to walk towards my truck. Kyla came up behind me and placed her hand on my chin forcing my eyes to hers. I squirmed out of her grasp and slapped her away.
"I am not high!" I said indignantly with my hands on my hips. She flinched. And I felt bad.
"Nervous?" She asked unfazed by my mood. I nodded mutely. Kyla rolled her eyes and pulled out a cigarette pack. She placed one in her mouth and the other in my own. I sighed relief. She new these calmed me down. And right now I kinda needed to be calmed down. I don't know what was wrong. You'd have to ask my high strung nerves.
Kyla lit hers then mine and I inhaled deeply. Yes that is how long I've been smoking. It barely stung my throat and I had no urge to cough.
I closed my eyes and took a long drag. I only opened my eyes when Kyla kicked me. I felt stares burning into me before I lifted my eyelids. Two disbelieving gazes were watching us. Aunty Lisa and Aiden were both standing five feet away. I watched confused not understanding what was wrong and started to look from right to left to see what was so captivating. I came up blank and shot my sister a confused glance.
"Smoking? Really?" Aunty Lisa asked coming close to us. The stick sat loosely at my lips and I took it out to ask a question. She beat me to it. "Sorry I do not approve of smoking while in high school." Aunty said strictly. She snatched the pack from Kyla and took the lit sticks away. They were crushed against a pillar and taken inside to be thrown away. I finally 'oohed' in realization.
See Kyla and I started smoking at... I don't even remember. But our mother didn't give a shit so naturally we didn't think anything about it. Then while we were on our own the people we hung out with all smoke and drank and took drugs so this was the norm. For the longest time we could just do what we wanted when we wanted and nobody cared.
Theses little things were going to be the hardest to get used to. I can't help but wonder what else is different now.
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Spencer P.O.V
You know I amaze myself sometimes. Like right now. What I am doing now is a perfect example of my absentmindedness. It's 10 am and I know for a fact that at this time of day there is nothing on Tv. Yet here I am watching the stupid Oceanic Cable Tv guide rotate over and over again. I can be staring right at the damn thing and forget what it said once it leaves the screen. That or I somehow manage to miss the only channels I care about.
With a groan I snatched the remote off of the coffee table and changed it to channel 70. Animal Planet was usually safe. They were playing back to back episodes of Animal cops. I lasted about two seconds on that show before switching back to 24, the Tv guide. I was trying to convince mom and dad that we should get digital. I stopped bringing it up now that its one of their biggest arguments. Dad likes the idea and mom doesn't. Then they somehow manage to convince the other person their way, only to switch sides and start the argument all over again.
After the second rotation of pointless channels. I had to mute the songs. 'If you fool around with my wife, I will poke you with my knife' was starting to irritating. Thats all he says through the 2 minute song!
"I admit defeat! Grandma the control is all yours!" I said standing up and tossing the control to my grandmother. She and grandpa got home yesterday while we were gone at the beach. They went on a trip to Vegas and brought the dog with them. Now we have them back and my Sasha.
Nana -which is what I call my grandma- mumbled something to me that I didn't catch and turned the Tv to channel four. Korean drama station. I left hastily after that. I can't stand those shows.
I decided to read my book again. I was just getting to the good parts. Alright I hate to admit it but I'm reading Twilight. I know its kinda lame but I like it. The whole forbidden love and crazy story. I just like it. Its so much better than a Nicholas Sparks or what ever that other ladies name is, novel. There is no thrill for me when I read a book about a girl and some guy falling in love and all that crap. All the girls are the same and all the guys a too perfect. It almost makes me sick.
I do like the idea of love though. I would be lying if I said I didn't want to find my 'other half' as some say. I want those things like any other mediocre teen around America. But sometimes I just don't see myself in that perfect white-picket-fence fantasy. You know the one where the guy works from 7 to 5 and you stay home with the perfect kids and all that crap.
Mom wants that life for me. She wants me to finish high school with soaring GPA's, then go to medical school, and marry a nice boy that can provide for me. Thats one of her favorite conversations to have at the mall, in the car, over dinner, even while I was in the shower once!
I got my book from the counter next to the kitchen threshold and started to head up the stairs to my room. I was taking the dark wood steps one-at-a-slow-time. My calfs were sore from all the running things I did yesterday. That had to be the most exercise I had all summer.
Half way up the stairs I heard the phone ring. I cringed, it was probably dad's girlfriend Jozy or maybe mom's boyfriend Ben. Either way I didn't wanna stick around to hear them getting all cuddly with some other guy or girl. Makes me wanna puke. I was half to my room, and counting.
"Spencer! Its for you!" Matt shouted from the kitchen. I stopped and turned questioningly.
Me? I only ever get phone calls from my friends who are on a trip at the moment. Who would be calling me? I stood on the middle of the stair case for for a while just thinking...
ASHLEY!
I ran down stairs and snatched the phone from Matt. He flinched but smiled. Matty left me to talk privately and headed into the living room with his iPad in hand. He was probably playing Temple Run or The Impossible Game. You know the one with the squares and the spikes and the techno music its really- sorry.
"Hello?" I asked hesitantly into the receiver. I had my ear pressed against the phone so hard I might break it.
"Hi. Uh Spencer?" was the soft reply. I think I melted at the sound of her voice. It was rough and sounded like she just woke up but I know from yesterday that it was just her voice. As a kid it was a little husky like that but we all thought she would grow out of it. I guess not. But I'm happy her voice didn't change much, if anything it got better.
"Hey Ashley." I said slowly fighting back the giant smile threatening to take over my face. Even if she couldn't see I looked down when heat covered my face.
"Hey! So um... are you busy?" She asked. She sounded shy and it was cute. I can't recall one conversation were she ever sounded like this.
"No, are you?" I asked in a uncertain voice. I was speaking at a high octave. It was a little weird but I couldn't control it.
"Oh no. So do you wanna do something?"
"Yeah. We can hang out at my house if you want." I said eagerly. Maybe a bit to much. "G-Glen really wants to see you again." I put in.
There was a quiet laugh. "Alright I can be over in a few minutes."
"Ok. do you know where the house is?" I asked. I felt like and excited kid going to Disney Land.
"Of course." Ashley said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'll see you in a few."
"Alright bye" I hung up the phone and leaned against the wall in complete bliss. I did a quick scan of the kitchen before I did my own little happy dance. I was so excited to see my friend.
I danced/walked my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I had to tidy up my room a little. After removing a giant stack out magazines from my desk and putting them in my drawer someone knocked on my door. I turned to see my mother and father both at the thresh hold.
They were standing shoulder to shoulder, weird sign one. They had neutral expressions, weird sign two. And they looked parental, really weird sign three. I paused in my motions and stepped back to look between the two suspiciously.
"Can I help you?" I asked as calmly as I could. There was a growing tension that I didn't like. Maybe they were gonna finally break it to us that dad is moving out. Oh god, I hope mom's boyfriend Ben isn't moving in. He has like two kids. One is old the boy, one is my age a girl. We don't have enough room in out house. I'd be sharing with one of them!
"Yeah." Dad said taking a step into my room. He still showed no emotion. I mean if what they were gonna say is what I though wouldn't he at least look a bit upset. I mean he'd be leaving his kids. That little thing gave me some hope. But at the same time it scared me more.
"We were just wondering what plans you have for today." Dad finished. He stopped in front of the dresser by my bed and leaned back on it. Mom followed and took a seat at the edge of my bed.
Just wondering what I was doing today? Since when do they care. I can't remember the last time mom and dad asked me what I was doing.
"I'm hanging out with a friend." I attempted to say casually. I didn't want it to show that I was in complete shock. I tried to get up and continue cleaning. I scooped up some fallen books on the floor and started to stack them on the shelf in my room. I had a big collection. I loved to read.
"Oh!" Mom said like she was surprised. "I thought all your friends were all gone for the summer."
I was a bit insulted. Is it so hard to believe that I have more than three friends?
"Yes mom they are. I'm hanging out with another friend." I said. It came out a little bitter but I think the edge helped.
"Oh? Who?" Mom asked. She picked up a magazine that was on my bed and started to flip through it. I think she was trying to hide her face. Patience is one thing, facial expressions are another. Honestly I'm surprised she's still so calm. She's more of a get to the point person. I could see her resolve starting to crumble. I was starting to understand the point of this conversation.
"Ashley." I replied nonchalantly as if this was an everyday occurrence. On the inside everything about my reaction was anything but calm when I thought of her. My heart starts to pound. My foot starts to tap. And the biggest grin grows on my face.
"Oh." Mom replied. If she said that one more time I was gonna snap.
I nodded my head and started to straighten out my photos on the window sill. Various smiles on random people looked up at me. I pushed a photo of my current school friends to the back and brought a picture of Ashley and I in front. In the picture I'm laughing hysterically with my head thrown back and sticky popsicle hands waving in the air. Ashley is sitting next to me with her mouth completely purple. She has her eyes crossed and the tip of her cherry red tongue sticking out. I cherished that photo.
I was lost in thought when a hand came down and swooped the picture up. The hand belonged to my dad. He studied the photo intensely before placing it back on the shelf.
"You two were really close as kids." He stated nodding towards the image. I nodded my head mutely.
"But I don't know about now." Dad finished. His voice softened at the end of the sentence causing him to sound uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.
"Were talking about that little... osculate" Mom said with in a flat voice.
I didn't get it. "What?"
Dad sighed and gave mom a pointed look. "The kiss."
My mouth formed an 'O' in realization.
About that. I don't know what the fuck told my brain to kiss her... in front of everyone. It was totally innocent really. But couldn't I have kissed her when we were alone lying beneath the stars! In front of my parents, was just stupid! Stupid on levels I didn't know I could reach! Since it was innocent I shouldn't feel uncomfortable about it, but then why was my face beet -fucking-red right now!
"We just think that maybe you two are too old now to be... the same way you were, as kids. If your going to be her friend maybe you should rethink things." Dad said in between word searching pauses and rephrases.
Two things caught my attention in that sentence that I did not like. "What do mean 'same way we were' and 'if I'm going to be her friend'?" I questioned defensively for my sake as well as Ashley's.
"Spencer please. You and Ashley were always so touchy as kids. You kissed, and hugged, and cuddled, and did any other intimate things friends can possibly do." Mom said an obvious tone. I guess it was kinda obvious.
Still I didn't like it. And I think they could tell by the way my eyes narrowed and my mouth curved downwards.
"Were just saying that girls your age shouldn't act like that." Mom spat out disgusted. Her homophobe side was coming out and I wanted to scream. I don't agree with my mothers views of homosexuality. She and I are very different people when it comes to view points. I don't like the way her face scrunches up when she sees something about same sex couples. Or when her eyes narrow and to two girls, or two guys walking together intimately. And I am always at snapping point when she bad mouths them. What does she know!
But as always I stayed quiet. Standing up for something like that would be suicide. I've never actually known a lesbian or gay or what ever you wanna call them. I just know that challenging my mother is not something to be done if you wanna walk away scot-free.
"Alright I get it." I said keeping my voice in check. But then I remember part two of what I hated about that sentence. "What do you mean 'If I'm going to be her friend'?" I asked again with a little more edge. They were starting to push my limits.
There was a weary sigh from my mother. "I mean are you really considering being her friend? The girl was almost arrested Spencer! You haven't seen her in ten years. All the while she's been in LA doing god knows what!" Mom declared. She used her hands while she spoke, waving them around wildly.
"Mom!"
"Honey were just saying that maybe she isn't a good influence on you. You have some really nice friends right now. What's wrong with them." Dad asked in a calmer tone.
Whats wrong with them? I have an entire list of things 'wrong with them'. Number one: neither of them are Ashley!
"You make it sound like I'm replacing my other friends. Mom, Dad I'm just trying to get my childhood best friend back in my life." I said as evenly as possible.
"Sweetie we-" Dad started to say but mom cut him off.
"Are you sure thats a good idea?" She questioned rather bluntly. I sighed.
At the moment I was close to losing my temper. Something that hasn't happened in a really long time. I can't even remember yelling at my parents before. I never had anything so big in my life that caused me to break like that. So I did what I always do to calm myself. I took two large breaths and responded to my slightly fuming mother as calm an collective as inhumanly possible. Oh she just hated that.
"Yes mother. I actually do believe it is a good idea. I want to get to know Ashley again. Do you really believe that I'd hang around someone that isn't a good influence to me? Don't you trust me enough to pick my own friends?" I said.
That did it. Her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed. I had to keep the grin off my face.
"We do trust you Spencer!" Mom said strongly in an almost shaky voice. The thing that got to me was that I could see she meant it. Under the anger and irritation I could see the love and trust.
Mom doesn't mean to hurt anyone as far as I know. Except for maybe my father at certain times. But she loved me, and she loved my two brothers. My mom would do anything for us, and I don't doubt that for a second. She's a bit judge mental and very hard-head, by nature but she LOVES us. In her eyes she's doing what she thinks is best. I just wish she'd look at other peoples point of views sometimes.
"Spencer we care about you. We care so much that were willing to put our differences aside and talk to you together. We also trust you which is way more important. Your 16 and you have never done anything close to losing our confidence in you. Just don't let us down." Dad said. His eyes showed the compassion and emotions of his heart felt words. He stood and kissed me on the head then left.
Mom gave me a look that said everything dad told me and more. Instead of 'don't let us down' it was 'you better not let us down'. I nodded my silent agreement to her strict command and she exited.
Even though she kept her composer at the end. Dad was so totally in for it! I didn't feel like hearing this conversation so as soon as she made her exit I shut the door. I would have put on ear phones or something to that nature but I wanted to answer the door when Ashley showed up.
Dad was more understanding then my mother. He was the one to go to when you had an F on a test or you did something bad like... steal a cookie. I don't know he was just the accepting and easier one. I've never seen my dad really lose his temper before. He always says that everyone deserves a second chance. I think the only problem with dad is that there is that side of him that loves like mom. He doesn't really like Ashley either. And it doesn't help that the last last time he saw her was when she was escaping arrest.
I just finished straightening out my purple flowery bed spread when the door bell jingled. I rushed down stairs to answer the door taking the steps two at a time. I think I hit Glen but I didn't stop to check.
As I came to the entrance my hand rested on the metal nob. I did a quick perimeter scan to make sure my parents weren't around to give Ashley the third degree. I didn't see them so I slowly opened the door.
Morning sun streamed into the house. Patterns of light coming through the trees dappled the entry way. Slowly but surely a beautiful Brunette was revealed to me. She wore a simple black tank top that hugged her body to perfection. Her shorts were short but showed off her beautifully straight legs. And her top was cut small to reveal little cleavage and a sliver of skin just bellow her belly button. Her face was my favorite. Particularly the nose crinkling smile that made my heart pound. I vaguely registered her eyes scanning over my own body. There was no weirdness in the way we checked each other out. It wasn't meant to be sexual, it was appreciative.
I had yet to say hello, but didn't know how to untie my tongue. She said it for me. "Hi." The sound of her voice did miracles to me. I felt like I could fly.
I couldn't help myself from stepping closer to her and wrapping my arms around her in a hug. Friends hug. I closed my eyes momentarily and let my body melt into hers. The exquisite smell I breathed in was all Ashley.
"Hey!" I finally greeted after finding my voice. We were just pulling away from the embrace and I already missed her body next to mine. I felt almost naked without it.
"House looks great." She commented. Her eyes scanned what she could see from her position at the door way.
I was just about to respond when someone else did.
"Thank you Ashley." Mom said Stiffly. "There are snacks in the kitchen if you girls are hungry." Her voice wasn't mean or anything. But to me she kinda resembled a constipated robot.
"Thank you mom." I replied with a stiff jaw. I was about to lead Ashley out of there and head for the stairs when I realized mom was following. I turned back towards her and raised an eye brow.
"Oh don't mind me, I'm just gonna be upstairs reading." She said with an innocent grin. Oh please she probably picked some random book off a table. Us kids are always leaving stuff around.
I bobbed my head in 'ok' and started to lead Ashley back down stairs. If she was up we were down.
"O-or I might be down here too. C-cleaning and uh, reading." She added at the last minute. I think my face fell. I had a strong urge to question why she was reading the 'Pokemon Black and White Walkthrough'. I ended up letting it go. I wanted to avoid confrontation right.
"Fine mom, do what you like, read and clean. Were gonna be in the back yard." I said flatly. I didn't look back at her but I did hear a sigh.
On the way to the backyard you need to pass the kitchen. Thats were the door is. As hasty as I could without rushing, I lead or dragged her to the back.
We were just in time to see Officer Carling -my father- polishing his HPD badge. And better yet, his gun.
He sat at the kitchen table in full uniform with his badge resting on a cloth and his gun pointed straight at us. Or to be more specific, straight at Ashley.
She looked horrified.
I was horrified.
The guns not loaded or anything dad was just testing the feel like he always does. But usually he points at the rice cooker or the nobs on the cabinet. He sent us a smile that would be deemed innocent and oblivious if you didn't know him well. To bad I did. There was always this glint in his gray-blue eyes that gave him away. One that was all to present at the moment.
Oh just shoot me now! I begged rubbing my temples.
"Hi girls." Dad greeted setting his gun down. I heard a audible gulp from Ashley. I wanted to reaffirm her that my father wasn't gonna shoot her. I just didn't know how to put the words together.
"Hi dad." I greeted. "Bye dad." We exited.
When the beat-up wood of the door slammed agains the threshold, separating us from my parents I could finally breath easily. My heart was pounding in my ears. I think I escaped a heart attack.
Ashley looked more spooked then me. I sent her an apologetic smile. She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply. When her eyes opened they were teary. I was about to run to her side and comfort her when I realized these were happy tears. She was laughing so hard her eyes were watery and the laugh was silent. After about two seconds I started to crack up as well. Soon we were on our backs squirming in the grass. My stomach hurt like crazy and I really needed air.
Finally it ended with Ashley and I breathing heavily on our sides. I mean it was pretty funny once you think about it. It was funny in an almost mental way. I think I'm going mental.
"Wow" She commented in an airy breath. Took the words out of my mouth.
"Are they always like that?" Ashley asked cutely. Her head tilted towards the house and a small smirk played on her lips. It was nice to know my parents didn't freak her out to much.
I nodded over exaggeratedly. "Its getting worst with age." I stated as a definite matter-of-fact. Ashley nodded her agreement and we sat up on the slightly damp grass. I closed my eyes and let the crisp air of morning wash over me. It felt like a dream. I almost didn't believe that Ashley was here sitting cross legged in front of me. I wouldn't have believed it, if she were not sitting here with a smile paying her face.
"So how is everyone?" She asked. The general question sounded really interesting coming out of her mouth.
I sighed. "Well I told you about mom and dad, and their significant others." She nodded her forlorn agreement.
"Klutz?" She questioned with her old nickname for Glen.
"He's alright. He and Aiden share a job as coaches at my school." I replied. There was nothing really impressive to say. "You know same old Glen." I said with a shrug.
"And Matty?" She asked curiously. "Good. He's smart and really into his electronics." After giving such a general summary of my younger brother I felt kinda bad. I didn't really know much about him other than those general statements. Did I even know his favorite color? No.
She nodded along to my little explanations. Ashley either didn't catch or didn't point out my pathetic answers.
"So hows Kyla?" I asked her. I didn't really have a chance to talk to the other brunette much the other day. I was more absorbed with her older sister.
"She's the same. We still get along like we always have. Our sibling banter more present than ever, but you know. I love her." I wanted to awe at that statement. But when you think about it, they must be close after what they went through with each other.
"How-" I was about to ask another general and down right boring question when my older brother came running into the backyard. There was a blur of motion as she picked up a squealing Ashley and marched around with her on his shoulder.
"Ahhh" She shrieked playfully. Glen just continued to prance around the yard holding the girl like a sack of rice.
"Put me down before you drop me Klutz!" She squealed gleefully. I laughed at their display of affection. Glen is such a guy and sometimes so is Ash. As kids she'd challenge him to races and wrestling matches and all kinds of crazy things. Amazingly she beat him most of the time. It was a time when Glen was in a puberty stage and it was the farthest thing from graceful I'd ever seen.
Glen marched back towards where I sat watching them. A tousled looking Ashley was lowered the ground where she hit him playfully in the arm. Hey just cause it was playful does not mean it was soft.
The curly blonde took a seat next to Ash and leaned in to give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"EW!" She groaned and wiped away the kiss. She was smiling the entire time.
"Nice goatee hot shot. I'm sure that gets all the ladies!" She remarked pointing to Glens pokey facial hair. To me he resembled a goat. But thats just me.
"You know it." He said with a cocky grin. He winked at her and she rolled her eyes exaggerating the effect. I really hope she isn't falling for his stupid charm.
"How about you and your hot bod'. Did you get all the Cali boys?" He howled elbowing Ashley with a raised eye brow. My own face shot up quizzically. Boys? I was always to shy to talk to boys, not that I ever really wanted to. Its just something me and my friends didn't do.
Ashley smirked. "I got them. I didn't want them, but they sure as hell wanted me." She replied with a boastful half smile. The smile was cute and I kinda liked this cocky side of her. That never changed.
But to know that she was into boys and such was a bit weird.
"What about Spencey. Do you have guys falling all over you?" Ashley asked. Her voice was playful but it held something else that I couldn't identify.
I felt embarrassed at my answer. Glen was the type of stud that had new girls every week. Ashley seemed like she could be the same. And then theres me.
"Oh please. She's never even had a boyfriend before." Glen put in before I could open my mouth. It was true but, Geez make me sound like I'm 10. I wanted to hit him. Or stick my tongue out. Which ever seemed more mature.
I couldn't read Ashley's expression. I wasn't sure if I wanted to. Her face turned away from me. Oh god she was laughing or something. She probably thought I was a worthless little kid.
"Shut up Glen!" The brunette in question scolded playfully. "Spencer's just waiting for the right... person." She said softly. I felt my heart melt as she defended me. In reality I didn't have a boyfriend cause I was to shy.
"Whatever." Glen scoffed shrugging of the rebuke. "I wanna know how LA treated you. I mean we know you got arrested, anything else?" He asked bluntly in a true Glen Carlin fashion. Fortunately Ashley knew Glen and knew that he just meant it playfully. I still wanted to strangle the guy.
"LA was decent." She responded vaguely. She kept the tension out of her voice and sent me a knowing glance. I knew stuff Glen didn't. That was good, right?
"Decent. Come on were talking La La Land, city of angels. Don't tell me you of all people only got into trouble once." he smiled suggestively at her.
Trouble? I never even considered Ashley getting into trouble before. I mean, of course she is ASHLEY DAVIES. Number one tot terror. Only person to ever get me grounded. But could she really have been like that?
I don't care if she is. I still wanna be her friend and nothing will ever change that. But will she still wanna be my friend once she finds out how boring I am. The last time I ever got in trouble was when I brought home a low B mid semester. I can't be fun and daring like her old friends back in LA. I can't share stories about hooking up with people and running from police. I felt really lame right now. But I wasn't about to show it.
"So what did you get yourself into?" Glen asked again.
"Not much. It wasn't to exciting." She responded. Glen didn't look amused or believing. "Fine there were some pretty awesome house parties and night clubs, happy now." She said only half joking. Glen being as thick as he is didn't pick up on that little note in her voice that said she was done with this conversation.
"Clubs and parties. Thats what I'm talking about." Glen said in a cheery voice. I wonder how many times you can roll your eyes before they fall out of your head.
"You gotta check out this new club down in Waikiki. That place is the shit!" Glen exclaimed with a crazy eyes. He was talking about this place called 808. I never went there cause I'm under aged and need a fake ID. But I know lots of people that go there from my school.
"Maybe sometime." Ashley responded. I was a little more worried now. "What do you say Spence." Ashley asked me bringing me into the conversation.
"Maybe" I said softly so that Glen couldn't hear and make some smart ass comment about how I didn't have the nerve. Ashley sent me a smile. I felt better for a second. Then I started to wonder if she was doing this as charity or something. Maybe she felt bad for me.
"Oh hey theres a party tonight at my buddies house. What do you say?" Glen asked Ashley with an excited smirk. He turned his palms up and shrugged in a manor that I think was supposed to be cute.
"Eh I think I'm gonna hang out with your sister." Ashley responded. She sent me a warm look and scooted closer. I felt really good knowing she still wanted me to spend time with her. But I couldn't help feel a little insecure. I didn't want to keep her away from this party if she wanted to be there.
"What if we go all go." I put in at a moment of pure bravery. Glen looked shocked and Ashley a little skeptical.
"We don't have to Kitty." She said in a soft voice.
"Yeah Spence its not really your scene. This party may be a bit intense." Glen added. His protective big brother side was coming out. I didn't want to listen to either of them.
"Well then if it gets to big we'll leave. Alright." I looked straight at Ashley trying to guess her emotion. Glen didn't look to happy about this but he nodded his partial agreement.
"Alright if your sure." Ashley put in. Her voice was soft and close to my ear only for me to hear. She thought I couldn't handle this either.
"I'm sure."
x x x
Ashley P.O.V.
I don't know what she's doing. Spencer doesn't strike me as the get drunk party all night girl. And I like that about her. I don't know whats making her want to go but if she wants to who am I to deny.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I was terrified, for her. Spencer's a smart girl and I wouldn't label her naive. But she doesn't have enough experience to be street smart. I do like parties but I'd happily give it up for her.
So now I lay on her couch with Glen, Aiden, and Kyla. Spencer was using the bathroom and then we were leaving. I didn't go home to change or anything. If this was like any of the parties back in LA my clothes were most likely to get trashed no matter what. This wasn't the Oscars or anything.
My finger tapped rapidly on the arm rest. Aiden, Glen and my sister were oblivious to the anxiety streaming off me. I had a bad feeling about this that I just couldn't shake.
Paula and Arthur were both at work right now. Spencer's dad had the night shift and her mom was working till 3 am or something crazy like that. The house was gonna be completely empty. Her grandparents who I had yet to greet had gone out to dinner with old friends. Talk about social butterflies. Spence had just told me they'd come home from Vegas.
I took the time to look over the house. I wasn't lying when I said it looked good. The living room hadn't changed much since I last saw it. There were some renovations that made the place look as new as ever but I could still see familiar nicks and stains scattered randomly. The kitchen was completely redone. Marble tops with a gas stove. It was up to a chiefs level. I didn't see Spencer's room yet. I let her get dressed in peace while I waited with everyone down stairs.
After Glen told us about the party we had lunch and called Aiden and Kyla over. They seemed ecstatic about the idea of going out tonight. During lunch something was different. Spencer seemed shyer that usual. I had a feeling Glen had something to do with it but I didn't question.
I like that Spencer's an innocent girl. I like that she still reminds me of my childhood best friend. She understands me and I feel like I can be myself with her. Who cares if we can't swap wild stories and shit like that. I'd much rather leave that behind.
I was lost in thought when Spencer finally made it downstairs.
"I'm ready." She announced grabbing her purse.
"Finally." Glen grunted and headed towards the door. I was just about to try again to persuade her to stay home. We could watch a disney movie or something. But thats when I laid eyes on her. She had on a dark blue halter top that fell perfectly on her curves. For pants she had black denim shorts. It was simple but oh so beautiful. Then I saw her eyes. They looked excited and I didn't want to take that away.
So we all hopped into Glen's beat up Lancer evo and headed to the party. Aid sat shot gun and I was between the two girls.
As we neared the house the sun was just setting. It was twilight and I could already see the vast array of cars and trash littering the street. The music was softer than usual to keep neighbors from calling the cops. A few kids were laying in the grass with red cups in hand. Trash cans were filled to the brim with torn cardboard boxes.
The door was unlocked and we stepped in accordingly with our shoes on. Usually in Hawaii you take of your slippers or whatever but I didn't feel like stepping on some ass holes puke with my bare feet.
I kept sending worried glances towards Spencer. Her eyes were wide as she took in the shirtless guys and skanky dressed girls. I didn't even notice them. The mass of people were all moving in sync to Nicki Minaj yelling 'Turn me on'. The speakers were strong and shook the house.
Lights were dimmed and neon strobes bounced off walls and people alike. I held on to Spencer and Kyla to keep from loosing them in the ocean of people. Finally we made it to the kitchen. There were some guys talking in the corner while Glen and Aiden sat on the black counter top. We made it over to them and I breathed out in releif.
"Hey so when do we get to see the party side of Ashley Davies?" Glen yelled over the music.
I shook my head. "Not tonight!"
Glen just shrugged and handed me an unopened beer. It was a corona so I handed it to Kyla. She looked happy with her eyes sparkling but she wasn't in a party mood either. I didn't have to worry about her dancing on table tops tonight.
"What do you want to drink." Aiden shouted.
"Anything!" I yelled back close to his ear. I instantly regretted it and hoped that it wouldn't be anything with snakes, lizards or dead baby mice. I've seen those not pretty. Instead Aid came back with a simple vodka shot.
He gave on to Spencer as well. She eyed it suspiciously while I downed mine. There was a small pause and she slipped some of the liquor into her mouth. I didn't have a chance to warn her that it might burn.
The blonde found out the hard way when she started to cough rapidly. I patted her back as Aid and Glen laughed. The glares I sent them shut um' up.
"You alright?" I asked Spencer softly. She was upright with her hand over her mouth. I received a small nod and kissed her on the cheek. No one saw.
"How are you doing?" I asked next to her ear. She smiled weakly at me.
"I'm good. I don't wanna leave yet." She said much to my disappointment. I nodded and respected her wishes to stay.
"Hey Ash could you give me a hand with this." Kyla called from the keg on the other end. I nodded and left Spencer's side to help my helpless sister. I swear she is the master at breaking kegs.
"Is the Tap screwed on!" I shouted at her as she fiddled with the handle. I don't think she heard. "move!" I shouted and she scooted back to let me fix it. I turned the tap on again and waited for the beer to start moving up the tube. When nothing happened and I couldn't find a pump yanked the handle as hard as I could to squirt something into the plastic cup. There was a spraying noise but everything stayed dry. I was confused. That is till I glanced back at the tap.
Shit. A guy probably in his early twenties was standing there with his eyes wide and his white shirt soaked in beer. I guess I didn't do such a great job a fixing the keg.
"I am so sorry!" I said handing the nozzle to Kyla and taking a napkin from the counter next to me. I handed it to him and he started to wipe down his shirt. Fuck it looked like he peed.
"Its alright, really" He said laughing. The guys wasn't drunk probably just about to get his first drink. I felt kinda bad. He was good looking with shaggy black hair and a lot of muscle. Luckily he went for the layered look so only his white under shirt got wet. It was near the crotch area. I think he may have misinterpreted the reason I was looking down there.
"Hey the least you could do is hold this for me." He said giving me his black button up. I nodded my head and took the shirt. From there he striped off the tee giving me a good view of his shirtless torso. The smirk he wore on his face was hilarious. I was supposed to think he was hot, and I did. It just didn't do anything to me.
"I'm gay." I said bluntly before either of us embarrassed ourselves.
"Oh" He said with wide eyes. I stood there with his cologne covered shirt waiting for some dumb ass remark about that being so hot or if I'd be into a threesome. To my surprise it never came.
I sent him a confused look. And raised an eyebrow, what was his deal. He seemed like a normal guy. After handing him his shirt back he caught my look.
"I'm not gonna say anything. I promise. I have a gay sister and a gay brother." He explained with an understanding smile. "I'm Jacob by the way." He shouted over the music.
"Ashley!" I said back shaking his hand. "Want some beer?" I asked out of shocked politeness. He took a step backwards and shook his head. Then I remembered I dropped the hose and stepped away.
"Sorry but this is my last shirt." He joked.
It actually made me laugh. This was the first stranger guy that I met in a long time that I didn't mind. He was good looking and I liked talking to him so far. But I wanted to spend time Spencer. I glanced behind me. Where is Spencer?
"Looking for someone?" He asked holding out a cup for me. I sent him a sweet smile then accepted it.
"Yeah actually I am. Have you seen a blonde with blue eyes around this tall." I said using my hands. "She's wearing a blue halter, was right over there." I pointed back.
He looked like he was really thinking. "No sorry. But I'll keep an eye for you." Jacob said sincerely. I nodded.
"Thanks" I said motioning for the drink and the look out. I got a nod in response and his shaggy head disappeared in the crowed. I set my cup down and went looking for the blonde. Maybe I was overreacting but I was in panic. That bad feeling I had when we were sitting in the Carlin living room came back ten folds heavier.
I walked through the dance floor pushing my way through people. I stood on a table scanning the dark atmosphere. Nothing.
I walked in and out of every room possible and still came out blank.
"Glen have you seen your sister?" I asked the older blonde. He shook his head and waved me off. The boy was sitting on a couch talking to a pretty red head. I was ready to banter him some more but then I spotted Aiden in the game room howling at the Tv.
"Aid have you seen Spencer?" I asked my eye browed furrowed together. He turned towards me and shook his head.
"No, is everything alright?" I shrugged. I might be over reacting it wouldn't be the first time. But I didn't like this. According to what I learned today Spencer wasn't used to these types of situations. I don't think she'd ever been at a party that didn't involve parental super vision before.
"Don't worry Ash. She's probably cruising outside or something." He said. Hmm outside where its more quiet and easier to get around. I like the idea.
"Thanks Aid" I said making my way towards the door.
"You want me to come with?" He asked. I didn't respond just kept walking. Once I reached the door I flung it open and started walking around the lighted yard. A group of kids were playing cards in the corner by a mango tree. No Spencer. There were small groups everywhere boys and girls alike just chilling in the yard. Not one was the blonde blue eyed girl I was looking for.
I was frantic at this point and literally charged my sister who was against the house talking to some girls.
"Ky I can't find Spencer!" I shrieked. My entire disposition was frantic. I couldn't breath. I'd really searched everywhere now and no one has see her.
"Ashley calm down alright." She told me. I was handed whatever was in her cup. I drank the liquid in two gulps. Didn't feel any calmer. "Geez did you take anything?" She asked looking me in the eyes for the second time today. Like this morning I slapped her hand away.
"No!" I growled out angrily.
"Maybe you should." she muttered back. I huffed out in anger and she put her hands up defensively.
"Ok, ok. No I haven't seen her." She said calmly. "Did you check the kitchen?"
"UGH!" I groaned and stormed away from her. I left Kyla outside and charged back into the house. I pushed my way into the kitchen looking left and right trying to find her. I wanted to scream already.
"Ashley!"
Where was she. No one has seen her and this feeling is getting worst by the second.
"Ashley!"
Could she have possibly left? I wondered. The idea didn't seem likely but then again she did surprise me by wanting to come here.
"Ashley!"
Gosh I felt kinda guilty. If I pushed harder on staying home we wouldn't be here. Maybe if I didn't talk about all my LA night life stuff she wouldn't have been tempted to come here. Maybe it was my fault.
"Ashleyyyy!" I think I heard someone call my name. When I looked up I saw Jacob. He looked slightly disturbed and that only pushed my worries further over an edge. He jogged over to me from across the kitchen panting. He looked a bit out of breath. I waited with a clenched jaw for him to speak.
"I think I found your girl."
x x x
Well that was a lot. I hope you didn't mind the rambling. I hope you can see things from Spencer's P.O.V. too. Please tell me what you though I love your thoughts both anonymous and user. And I kept myself from rambling in the authors note. Its just responses to your reviews and recommendations and a little extra. So- i'm gonna shut up now. :D
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