It's been a while since I updated. Sorry.

I've been kinda busy but I'm back.

xoxo

My mom comes back, "Ashley, I gotta go, I'm sorry."

I shake my head and stand up, "Don't worry about it. You're a lifesaver, mom, that's what you do. I love you for that." I smile while pushing in my chair.

She smiles at me, "Thanks." she walks over and hugs me, I return it. "Well, good thing we bought two cars."

I nod, "Yeah."

She places a 50 dollar bill on the table where the check is. Willa brought the check a while ago. I think my mom gave her a pretty hefty tip, the bill was only twenty dollars. "I got this." we walk out of the eatery and start to go different ways, "Okay, I'll see you whenever I get home, hon."

"Mom." I say only wishing to tell her one thing before she leaves. She turns around to me, "Thanks for, you know, accepting me and--"

She swishes her wrist at me, "You shouldn't be thanking me. I love you for who you are, dear. Always and until the end of time. You have nothing to worry about." she smiles.

I smile at her and nod, "Well, either way. Thanks still. Bye, mom."

She walks to her car and I walk to mine.

I don't know why I was freaking out so bad about my mom. I love her and she loves me.

-

On the way home I call Kyla. It rings twice before she picks up, "Hey, sis."

"Hey, Ky, so what's this I hear about a party?" I ask jumping straight to the point.

"Well, dang, ask me how my day went first." Kyla says.

I scoff, "How'd your day go? Not like I really care but tell me anyway."

"Anyway, caring sister of mine, my day went well. I have a date tonight."

"With?" I ask. Kyla likes you make work for her information that you don't really care about.

"A Carlin." is all she says.

"Hey, me, too." oops, that just slipped out. Crap.

"What?" she asks.

"Nothing, what's up with you and Glen?" I asks.

"No, no, no. What's up with you and Spencer?" she says kinda scarily.

"Uh, well... we kissed last night and this morning." I continue before she has a chance to speak, I know she's gonna yell at me, "I like her, Kyla, I'm not just assing around, okay? So please don't be mad at me."

She doesn't say anything.

"Kyla, c'mon." I say pleading.

She laughs, "Ashley, I'm just messing with you. I saw Spencer this morning when she came by and you were gone. She told me everything."

"Oh." I'm kinda relieved I guess, "Well, what did she say? What do you think about us?"

"She said she really likes you and I think you better not hurt her."

I nod even though she sure as hell can't see it, "I don't want to hurt her, Ky. I just wanna... be with her." I just had an epiphany.

I want to be with Spencer.

I want her to be my girlfriend. I mean, I don't want anyone else to have her. That doesn't make me selfish, that just makes me... sprung? Whatever, I don't care what it's called, I want Spencer Carlin.

"Okay, Ashley. You're my sister but Spencer's my Spencer. I love you but--"

"I understand. Trust me." I sigh, "I'm not gonna mess this up. I want this with Spencer."

"Hey, Ash?" she asks.

"Yeah?"

"Are you sprung?" she says then laughs.

I roll my eyes then scoff, "I might be, what's it to you?"

"Nothing, it's good. And plus I like you this happy instead of the usual bitch you are every other day. Spencer's gonna get you in check."

I roll my eyes again, "Shut up. She's not gonna get me in check. I'm gonna turn her into a bad girl. We're gonna do it on your bad when we start going at it."

"Ew, no."

"Yum, yes. You asked for it, sweetheart." I say smiling.

Kyla has to laugh at that, "Just don't do it on my 1000-count sheet. Wait until I put the Hannah Montana bed spread on."

I laugh, "Don't worry I'll buy you some more."

"Ew, whatever," she coughs, "So are you going to that party tonight, sis?"

Oh yeah, "Where the hell is it because Spencer texted me about a party, too?"

"Well, it's at her house. Glen's throwing it." Kyla giggles, "Paula's going out of town for... something having to do with her job and their dad's upstate somewhere. Who cares? There's gonna be no adults, and booze." She pauses, "Oh, and your kinda stuff."

Pot. "Uh, I don't know if I'm gonna do any of that."

"Are you quitting?"

"Uh, well, not--" someone's beeping in. Spencer, "Let me call you back, Spencer's calling."

"Alright, call me and tell me the plans." Kyla hangs up.

I click over, "Hello." I say.

"Hey, what's up?" she asks.

"I'm on my way home, you?" I ask pulling in my driveway and I get a smile on my face.

"Sitting on your step." she says standing up and walking over to the car. If that isn't the cutest thing in the world.

I hang up the phone and wait until she comes over, I turn off the car. "Have you been sitting there this whole time?"

She shakes her head, "God, no. you're not that important."

I narrow my eyes at her.

She smiles, "I got here like five minutes ago, I had a feeling that you'd be coming home soon. I call it my Ashley sense."

I smirk, "Whatever, you know you were sitting here waiting on me for an hour. You can tell me the truth, I think it's cute; not stalker-ish."

She rolls her eyes, "In your dreams." she says.

"No, that's not in my dreams. I don't think you actually want to know what I have floating around in this noggin of mine involving you, Spencer Carlin." I say with my flirtatious smirk.

Yes! I got her to blush. She looks away then looks back at me, "So how was lunch with Mrs. Davies?"

I scoff, "Mrs. Davies? She's my mom, just call her Christine." Kinda funny though because she won't be Mrs. Davies for long thanks to my dad. Ugh, I hate him. "Why don't you get in my car and we can drive to... somewhere?" I unlock the doors.

"Are you trying to seduce me Ms. Davies?" Spencer says placing her right hand over her chest like she's shocked.

I raise my right eyebrow and smirk, "Why, of course."

She laughs, "In that case..." she walks around to the passenger's side, opens the door, hops in and closes the door behind her. She looks at me, "Let's go."

I laugh and turn my car back on and pull out of the driveway. Before putting it in drive, "Where do you want to go?" I ask.

She shrugs, "Anywhere that's quiet."

"Okay, I know a place." My parents have a beach house we can go to. I've used it on many different occasions when I wanted to get to know someone one. Notice I said 'get to know someone' instead of 'getting down with someone'. I start driving and spilling my guts out about everything me and my mom talked about. I'll leave the 'my mom knows' thing for last. "I can't believe him. My dad... the greatest."

"Wow. Ashley." I all Spencer says, really reassuring.

I laugh, "Nice comforting, Spen, my dear." I say parking in the driveway of the beach house

"Shut up." she says pushing my arm lightly, "Where are we?" she looks around.

I put the car in park, turn it off and open my door, "A house." I step out and close the door behind me. I walk to the front of the car and look at the house. I haven't been here in a while. I took Erin here on one of our dates and all we did was talk and talk for hours. No joke.

Spencer finally steps out of the car and walks up to me, "Is it yours?"

I nod, "My family's. We have land everywhere. I'm sure we have some in Alaska, seriously."

Spencer giggles, "It's a really nice house. I love the colors."

She's talking about the sky blue accents and the peach color, "Yeah, I picked them out when I was like ten. My mom didn't really take this house too serious. And this is the one she's giving to me when I move out."

"She's giving it to you? Just forking it over like nothing?" Spencer asks gawking at the house.

I smile and look at her, "Yeah, but only if I graduate with flying colors, or something like that."

"Wow." Spencer says like she's in a trance, "I think I might be in love with your house."

I continue smiling and staring at her. I look down at her left hand. It looks so lonely; I grab it. She turns to me, "Wanna see the inside. Believe it or not..." I whisper, "It's nicer."

She smiles at me and nods, "Yeah."

I led her into the house with my hand still latched on to hers. Hey, you never know, she could get lost or picked up by a pervert; not me. I finally let go of her hand to lock the door behind us and check out the place to make sure no one else is in here.

By the time I come back from checking the whole house Spencer's sitting on the couch looking at a picture. I sit down next to her, not too close, I don't want her to be uncomfortable or anything. "Y'all look really happy."

I politely take the picture away from Spencer to look at it. "Oh. Yeah." Me, mom, dad and Kyla at the beach. That was probably the last time we went to the beach as a happy family. Two years ago, actually. "I think that was the last time I saw dad kiss mom willingly or even saw them in the same room talking to each other." We did look really happy maybe because we were really happy. And now I can't even look my dad in the face without wanting to kick him in the nads.

Spencer puts her hand on my knee, "Ashley, did you hear me?"

I shake my head, "No, what?"

"I said everything is gonna be okay."

I look at her and smile. I don't know how she has such an optimistic look on life. "Yeah and it just got a whole lot better."

"Why?" she squeezes my knee.

I yelp. "I'm sorry, you know I'm ticklish there." yeah, I'm ticklish there. It's a weird place but... yeah.

Spencer smiles devilishly, "I didn't know."

I take her hand and interlace it with mine, away from knee, "Yeah, you did. Anyways, I went to lunch with my mom and we talked about everything."

She looks from our hands then up to my face, "What's everything?" she says smiling.

"She knows about me. She knows."

Spencer gulps, "Oh my god, how is that good? Didn't she freak out?"

I shake my head, "No, she didn't. She was really cool with it. She said she's known forever." I laugh.

"Does she know about... us?"

"Well, uh—" My cell cuts Spencer off. Between the trees again. Thank goodness because I don't know what I would've told Spencer. What are we anyway? I dig my phone out, "Let me get this, okay?" I say dropping her hand and standing up. I answer it without looking at the caller ID, I needed to think about what I would tell Spencer, "Hello?" I step out on the patio.

"Hey." the voice says. I recognize it but I want to make sure so I press a button to make my phone illuminate. Ugh, I was right.

"Erin. What do you want?" I ask. I would've rather just talk to Spencer than talk to Erin. No doubt about that one.

"We need to talk." she says.

Anyone ever feel like Erin talks too much?

xoxo