So I'm back. My friend Nicole is such a helpful weirdo and without her you'd still be waiting on an update. So everyone say THANKS NICOLE! ^^ So this is a short little update but its stil necessary in its own way. I'll probably update in a few days. I'm with all of my crazy family and they have seen it as their life's mission to annoy and squoosh family fun into my supposedly peaceful and rarely taken upon vacation time. *sarcastic "yay."*

Also thank mb168. Because he/she sent me a PM and got me motivated. It was pretty simple but still well received and I cranked this thing out and the other chapters with it quickly. So THANKS! :D

Anyways...ENJOY! :)

Chelsea drove me home and had to shake my shoulder a little to get me to look at her. I had kinda checked out sometime during the drive to my house so I hadn't even realized we were parked in front of my house till Chelsea pointed out her window and I followed her suggestion and looked myself.

Ah.

Home sweet home...or something.

I numbly got out and closed the door softly. Chelsea wordlessly followed, not even asking if I wanted her to come inside. She knew she didn't have to. She opened the door for me and I walked in, went to the kitchen, got myself a bottle of water from the fridge, a bag of Doritos from the pantry and walked upstairs to my room, Chelsea following closely behind with a Dr. Pepper in hand.

Chelsea closed the door and I rolled my eyes the moment she opened her mouth.

"So are you finally going to tell me what the hell happened back there?"

I pursed my lips to the side and shook my head lightly. "Wasn't planning on it. No." I whispered, flopping grumpily somewhere in the middle of my bed.

Chelsea looks at me for a moment. "Spence... I can't help you if you don't tell me how to."

I mumbled unintelligible curses into my comforter covered mattress and then rolled over and just stared at my awesome looking ceiling. "Right now, I just want to be alone Chelsea." I sighed in frustration, my voice already beginning to crack.

She tilted her head, looking on in heavy disbelief. "No you don't. The last thing you want is to be alone right now."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay fine. I don't want to be alone right now but I'm still not going to tell you."

Chelsea looked away for a moment and then nodded, shrugging. "Fair enough. I'll go get the ice cream and the shitty movies. I left my laptop in my car so we can search Netflix for a crappy horror movie or something and laugh at the most inappropriate times. Ya know, party."

I managed to smile at that and nodded weakly. "Sounds like a plan, Chief." I rasped.

Chelsea offered me a smile and left my room to get her laptop.

Much to her obvious, but thankfully restrained irritation, Chelsea kept her word and didn't ask me anything for the next few movies. We watched some crappy slasher flick that was so horribly done but somehow managed to take itself way too seriously. But Chelsea and I couldn't help but spit ice cream at her computer screen as we laughed hysterically.

It was exactly what I needed. Chelsea had managed the seemingly impossible and had gotten my mind off of Ashley after the second horrible movie. My best friend had got me laughing again and I honestly, especially after the fucked up way I was feeling a few hours ago, didn't think it would be this soon before I was laughing and filling my belly with humor again. Not for a good long while anyway. My belly hurt afterwards and it was so well worth the burn in my abdomen.

It was our third flick of the evening and we were around the point in the movie where all the scared ninny's decide it's such a spectacular idea to split up and get hacked to pieces and die in the most gruesome but disturbingly creative way. Then my phone beebed...and without thinking as I came down from another one of my giggle highs, I picked up my cell and looked at it.

[3 Unread Messages]

- Future Wife -

Ow. Is that my heart strangling itself or is it just breaking again?

"Chels?" My voice was small and so fucking weak. I hated feeling this way. Just the sight of her name...well her labeled implication had my face burning with embarrassment and my chest sore and stinging again. My eyes burned and I just wordlessly handed her the phone.

She squinted at the screen. "Whose..." Her forehead scrunched up and then smoothed out. "Oh...oh I see."

I nodded. "Yup." I cleared my tightening throat, and blinked. "Get rid of it will ya."

"Sure thing." She pressed a few things on the screen until it lit up and shut off completely. "There. Now you're totally off the radar." She said, offering me a soft smile.

"Can you go ahead and get me totally off this planet too? That'd be great."

Chelsea scooped my side into her arms until my head was resting on her shoulder, and where I proceeded to snuggle, making myself nice and comfy.

"We'll get through this Spencer. I promise. You, me, and Xander. Both of us will be there for you the whole way."

My throat tightened at that as I choked back a happy sob, smiling. "Thanks Chels."

"Hey. It's no prob baby girl. Always."

It was silent for a while as I laid quietly sniffling in my best friend's arms.

"She knows." I muttered as I continued nervously mangling Roody's little ear hairs and then affectionately smoothing them back.

"What?"

"...Ashley." I sniffed loudly, my eyes prickling once more as I thought of her. "She knows. About me, I mean. Me...liking her and...stuff."

"How? Wait when- I - okay back up and just ...rewind to the beginning."

I groaned. "Oh please don't make me." I whined. Chelsea raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh gosh dang it fine." My eyes closed slowly as I breathed harshly through my nose.

"I think that if you get it out, at least play it out once, it might make you feel somewhat better."

I scoffed. "Yeah. Somewhat."

"What happened Spence? I gotta knows whose face to smash first. So cough it up small fry. I want names and exact locations...and possibly their social security number."

I rolled my eyes. "Well...Kyla told me why I was really casted for the play...what a joke." I laughed humorlessly.

Chelsea's eyes widened as she whipped her head in my direction. "She told you?"

"Told me what?" I asked confused and then I got distracted from my train of thought, which was running wild like a herd of roaring buffalo. My thoughts were jumbled, messy, misfiring in random directions and I couldn't keep track of one long enough to explain myself clearly. "Well, I mean ...not exactly. She told Ashley. They both knew. Kyla didn't know I was there." I chuckled sardonically. "That's probably why they wanted me in the play so badly. They knew I would say yes. Kyla was all, yeah so Spencer's totally in love with you Ashley...and I can't believe you didn't know that since she practically drools and floods the hallways whenever she sees you and oh my god she's such a needy lesbian I could feel her sexual frustration from Starbucks this morning!"

"She said that?" Chelsea blanches and looks angrily at the phone in her hands, her fingers clenching somewhat tightly around the metal.

"Well mostly. I may have embellished a little but ...yeah. Pretty much...God I'm such a loser Chels. I can't believe...fuck and I was fucking kissing her when they got home. It was so perfect too. I..." My notes were cracking and I have to hold a hand to my mouth as I lean heavily against my best friend's side. I took a moment to breathe again and swallowed. "I was so overwhelmed and excited and happy... I thought...I thought this could be it ya know? This could be when I actually tell her and everything works out like in those stupid romance movies you make me watch."

She squeezes my shoulder and holds me tighter in her arms and I just bury my face into her neck, sobbing softly, my body shaking as I do.

"I'm going to kill her." Was Chelsea's deceptively calm reply after a few minutes.

I pick my head up, confused.

"Who? Ashley? No don't-"

"Not Ashley. Kyla! Stupid bitch can't-!"

My eyes widen and I hold up a hand to stop her impending bitch rant. "Whoa! Okay first of all I don't need you fighting my battles and second, you know I'm saving my special Chelsea "smack a bitch" card for when I really need it...you know next time Madison's on her period again." I cringe at the thought and shiver.

Chelsea doesn't say anything. But I can tell she's still mad though.

I sigh as another bitter thought floats through my skull like slippery acid. "God... ... I'm so embarrassed. That was not how I wanted Ashley to find out about my feelings. And we were making such progress! Or...at least I thought we were. Guess that's gone to hell too huh? Well that's pretty much a given. God I suck. I should have never agreed to do this stupid play to begin with."

Chelsea sighs tiredly and turns my head toward her.

"Girl look at me. You are not a loser - ah ah! I'm talking. You are not a loser. Never have been. Never fucking will be. You are the finest piece of dorky ass that has ever stepped foot in the halls of King High. You are bomb, blonde, and beautiful. Never doubt that. Ever. Or I'll beat the stupid right out of you and hug you till it sinks in."

"Is this a sick version of reverse therapy?" I asked softly, one fist rubbing the tears out of my eyeball.

"Chelsea style." She grins, squeezing my shoulder. Though her twinkling eyes tell me she's joking. Mostly.

"Now you lift that pretty chin up and flash those pretty blue eyes at anyone that dares tell you differently because obviously they didn't look hard enough."

I couldn't help but smile. Chelsea kinda had that affect on people. A well worded speech and a pearly white smile in your direction and you felt like warm goo in her hands.

It was getting late and Chelsea had offered to sleep over. Had even invited herself over at one point. But ultimately I sent her home, promising her I'd text her before I went to bed and told her I would be just dandy on my own. I was only half lying of course and I think she could tell, but she also knew that I was ready to be alone and, right now, I needed it. I had a lot to think over. And a hell of a lot to cry over.

Tomorrow was sure to suck. A lot. Like a lot a lot.

Yay.

So who all wants to give Spencer a hug? :( Me first! How do you think Ashley will handle tomorrow if she sees Spencer?

Also a little FYI: Ashey's POV might be next chapter. ;) So enjoy!

And I'm just throwing this out there but would someone be interested in making a cover art for this story. PM me and let me know! ^.^