I feel I should hang my head in shame that I've gone this long without updating. We can blame it on a major case of writers block. That's the short version of my story, for not updating the story.
On a side note, I did change some things in chapter 23 & 24 so going back might not hurt. I hope I changed it correctly. It's hard keeping everything in check. Or I'm just a pansy.
"Go away Z." The blonde muttered through a partially closed mouth swatting blindly in the direction of the irritating touch.
The boys snickered as Spencer's hand flew by Glen's face nearly swatting off his hat. Vigilantly Clay reached out again grazing the small feather over her face once again, this time the blonde pulled the covers up over her head and groaned.
"Waky waky or I'll shaky." Glen cooed nearly falling back when the covers whipped from their spot reveling very angry blue eyes.
"What are you doing?" Spencer hissed.
"We'd like to ask you the same thing." Glen pointed an accusatory finger in her face.
Reaching over to feel for the brunette that once lay beside her, she sighed heavily realizing she was not there. "Go away." She grumbled rolling over, her back to both of the boys.
"As much as I'd love to..." Clay said reaching for the curtains; he pulled them open revealing a bright sunny afternoon.
Turning her head back around Spencer spoke, letting it be known she was not amused by Clay's action. "Shouldn't you be camping still?"
Clay momentarily glanced at his brother, "We should be, but someone caught the tent on fire."
"You're kidding right?" Spencer moved her gaze to Glen's. "Nice going." She threw back the covers and shook her head laughing as she sat up.
"I resent that, who said it was me?" He said defensively.
"Was it?" The blonde quipped.
"Yes, but who knew a flaming marshmallow would fly so far?" Glen asked, throwing his hands up, quickly pointing to his younger sister. "Rhetorical question, don't answer that."
"Well I hope you boys had fun." She chuckled.
"I hope you had fun." Glen said with a wink.
Spencer narrowed her eyes at her smirking brother. "If you'll excuse me I'd like to go imagine you all running around crazy while you're tent is on fire and then laugh."
"Admittedly it was pretty funny." Clay nodded his head in agreement.
"Shut up." Glen rolled his eyes.
Spencer took that moment and made an unspoken escape. She could hear them bickering still as she made her way down the hall to the bathroom. Pausing just outside the door Spencer's shoulders dropped. Why did she leave?
"Are you going to go in?" Arthur said startling the blonde.
Grasping her chest, Spencer closed her eyes momentarily. "Thanks for the mini heart attack."
"You're welcome." He smiled and pulled her into a quick hug. "How was your weekend?"
"It's only Saturday so, not over. I'd ask how yours was, but I already know." Smiling brightly she tried to control her laughter; Arthur rolled his eyes. "It's okay, just do what I do."
"What's that?" He asked.
"Act like you don't know him." She patted him on the shoulder.
Once back in her empty room Spencer sat down gingerly on the edge of her bed, running a hand over the pillow Ashley once occupied. The feelings the brunette sparked in her felt foreign and scared her more than she wanted to admit. Despite that, waking up that morning the first thing she had wanted to do was see her and talk to her; anything that would involve being in the same proximity. The drop in her gut when she had found the other girl gone was overwhelming, what was I going to do, hold her captive? Radiant golden brown eyes entered her mind and panic engulfed her body just as it had on so many other occasions. Grabbing her bearings she shook the thought of them out her mind, which unexpectedly didn't belong to Riley.