Heeeeyyy! XD So this current chapter is dedicated to The Doctor. You're the main reason I just posted after you reviewed like twenty minutes ago so thank you for the boost in confidence. :) In fact, thank you to all of you who reviewed and such.

Your guys' response to the last chapter was (OH MY GOSH!) overwhelming. Its made me more confident with writing Ashley's POV sometime later down the line. Though, I will say, that I won't be working on her side of the story until AFTER I finish Spencer's. Seems only fair after all. I mean she was here first. ;) Though I will post the first chapter you guys have already read to get things started. Reviews aren't nesseccary of course, I'm merely mentioning. Consider this a MEMO. :D

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So just as Xander promised, we had taken off shortly after the bell had rung and piled into his truck, promising to come back to get Chelsea's car once we were finished with lunch.

Apparently we weren't coming back to school except for that reason. They figured the fact that it was Friday and Ashley's mere attendance today was all the excuse they needed to play hooky for the rest of the day.

You won't see me complaining. Especially since Madison has creeped me out enough that just the thought of seeing her in my upcoming periods sent an unwanted shiver down my spine. Yeah. No, I'm good.

I wasn't really in the mood to eat, though. I kinda just wanted to sit somewhere and stare blankly into the distance like any other dramatic teenager would do when overwhelmed. Yeah, that sounds awesome right now. Let's do that.

Ugh. The angst.

Thank baby Jeebus for these weirdos.

No, really. I'm being serious. For once in my life.

And at any rate, this is probably gunna sound weird, but...have you ever felt too appreciated by people? Like, you're not quite sure what you did, in this life or perhaps another, to deserve such kind treatment. Such protection and loyalty. Maybe I'm doing that annoying thing where I over analyze way too much and scare myself in the process. Except, I can't help but wonder what I could have done to deserve such amazing friends. Though, yes, admittedly, they're both wierd and sometimes a little unhinged in their greater moments but I would be lying if I said I didn't love them in those moments even more.

I love my friends. I really do. Yes, they can annoy me sometimes and neither of them quite know what boundaries mean, but they're still there for me. They're still here, right now. Holding my hand on either side of me, listening to me as I explain to them everything that has happened today, whether they were there to witness it or not as we sat in a corner booth at some local Ma and Pa place that Xander liked. They didn't mind that I was a blubbery mess and most of my words were garbled and soggy when I let them free from my throat. I had held them there all day and it had been such a relief to finally let them out, let them free for my best friends to catch ahold of and grip tightly. They're both so incredible. Chelsea, with her scary intensity but extremely warm heart and tight, gut crushing, eyeball popping hugs, and Xander with his...um with his ...uh... ya know, his dorkiness and general assholeness.

Yeah. All that stuff.

He's a lovable asshole at least. The fact that he pretends to be super macho but has the heart of a fudgey squooshy teddy bear is the only reason I keep him around. That ...and he has awesome hair. Its true. Dude's got chestnut locks like a thorough bred stallion. Albeit, not as long or course but the sentiment still seems appropriate.

Anyways ...moving on...

With a final noisy sniff from me and a tight hug from Xander and Chelsea, respectively, Chelsea announced the idea that kick starting our weekend early was for the best.

But supplies were a must.

Seriously I needed my sugar. Especially once Xander announced, as well that we were going to go ahead with that Kung-fu marathon we had planned...the one that I had conveniently bailed on. The one that I had hoped I had avoided completely. Apparently not!

So with that news, I definitely needed some sugar. Or I'll die of boredom. And eventually start understanding what the heck they're saying in Chinese.

This time I'm not exaggerating. I swear.

Anyways...where was I? Oh, yes.

To the grocery store! Da ta daaa!

The three of us made our way through the sliding double doors and Xander left to go get a cart. Me and Chelsea stood, waiting for him to return and when he did I found myself getting oddly excited.

"So, how are we gunna do this thang? We split up and meet back here at 1300?" I asked firmly, my hands running together vigorously. I was a hyper woman on a mission. The promise of sugar had me motivated dammit.

Chocolate chocolate chocolate chocolate choco-

... I shook my head, blinking. Um. Sorry about that.

Chelsea smiled, amused at my enthusiasm. Xander looked at me for a moment, tapping his chin with his finger. "Oooor we could just go from aisle to aisle and get what we need without turning this into a horrible Mission Impossible rendition."

Ah. Yes. That could work I suppose. Though that last part sounded way more fun. "Then there's that." I said with a nod. "Anyways. Gimme the list. I wanna look see." I wiggled my fingers in expectation.

"No. It's my list. I wrote it." Xander sticks his tongue out, leaning away as he pulls out the crumpled leaf of notebook paper out of his jean pocket.

"What are you, twelve?"

Xander narrows his eyes at me. "Fine. You can look, but that's it."

"Darn and here I was gunna rub it all over myself." I scoffed. "Ruin all my fun." I mutter sarcastically. Xander shoves me slightly and I shove him back with a cute glare.

We continue this form of battle until it suddenly gets to a point where we might end up slap fighting each other in the dairy section.

Coming up behind us, Chelsea claps both of us on the shoulders gently, smiling as she leans her head between both of ours.

"So you guys look like you've got everything handled." She says with a chuckle. "I'll be back, m'kay?"

Xander and I subtly shoved each other, muttering, "Uh-huh..." "Yeah whatever..." as we looked at the list, waving her off dismissively. Once we stopped shoving each other like feuding toddlers and figured out what we needed to get, all seemed well between us again. Like it always was.

"So on to the extremely unhealthy snacks then?" Xander grinned, getting excited as he made a show of unfurling the crumbled list with a snap.

I skipped merrily along side him. The thought of chocolate did strange things for my behavior. Good things. Smiley things. "Yup yup!" I chirped.

Xander grinned at my happy expression and looked at the list with a steely concentration. "Kay...so first things first...liquid crack?"

I nodded and lifted a twelve pack of Coke and put that and a twelve pack of Dr. Pepper in the cart. "Check."

He crossed that off the list and we turned the cart into another aisle.

"Butt enlargers?"

I looked around the shelves and then went to go grab two bags of Doritos as we made our way passed.

"Check. Oh yummy!" I chucked a bag of Funyons in as well. "Yup. Definite checkeroony!"

Xander gave a firm nod and crossed that off the list.

"Artery cloggers?"

I thought of what to snag to fill that request but came up empty as I looked at the options in front of me. "Or we could just order pizza from that little place down the street from your house." I offered knowingly. After a moment he tilted his head and then nodded. "Check." I said.

"Cavity creators?"

I grinned widely as I ran to the sugar shelves and came back with an armful of several packages of Oreos, smiling broadly, totally giddy. Xander just stared at me, eyebrow raised. "Really? Do you want to grow another ass cheek?"

My super happy, sweet smile fell off a cliff, and died miserably. I glared at him, very displeased with his comment. I hesitantly looked down at my backside worriedly and turned back to him with a frown. "Fine." I loosened my grip on two packages, letting them fall unceremoniously to the ground with a crinkled thunk. "Jerk."

Xander shrugged and crossed that off the list.

Xander opens his mouth and then closes it with a frown. "Um...who put fruit on here?" Xander looked at the list with obvious distaste. "A vegetable tray? The hell?" I scrunched up my nose and looked at Xander who was eyeing me suspiciously.

I held my hands in the air. "Hey don't look at me. I just came for the Oreos. I didn't put that disgustingly healthy stuff on there."

"No. I did." Chelsea replied as she came back, laying the wrapped tray on top of the stacked sodas. "I like my butt just the size it is, thank you." She smiled as I made a gagging noise.

"Health nut." I side whispered passed my hand to Xander who shuddered.

"I don't know how we put up with her and her superb eating habits." He said to me with a shake of his head, his tone casual and not at all hushed for Chelsea's sake. Mine was just as casual.

"Me either. It's because we're super awesome people. We're such a tolerant folk. That's why." I repied, as if the answer I gave was pure proof of our heavy burden and not because we're being complete assholes to dear Chelsea here.

Us? Assholes? Never.

Xander sighed in a resigned fashion and I chuckled and bumped fists with him. Cue nerdly handshake.

"How do I put up with the both of you is the real question you guys should be asking."

"We're awesome. What's not to like?" I said with a smug smile. Xander laughed out loud and gave me another fist bump.

"You both are dorks."

"Guilty..."

"...as charged." Xander finished with an excited squeak before we both started laughing, much to Chelsea's disguised amusement.

"You know you love us."

"You two can stay guilty. I plead the fifth." Chelsea muttered dryly. "I still think you did something to my drink at the diner when I was in the bathroom."

I gasped in feigned insult, hand to my chest. "Xander. Do you hear this? She's accusing us of sabotaging her beverages."

"I heard. And I must say I am justifiably insulted. Peeved even."

"Peeved, yes, quite." I nodded, my tone gruff like a British old geezer. Or at least that's how I imagined it.

Chelsea rolled her eyes, a small, barely there smile laid lightly on her face.

We make our way around the entire store, grabbing needless things here and there for our weekend of fun and sugar highs...and Chelsea with her vegetable tray...ugh.

Once all done and our cash pulled together, well, their cash, jerks wouldn't let me pay for anything, not even my million (two) packages of Oreos, we made our way to Chelsea's to drop off the food and then we would be off to Xander's house to grab the movies and the school to get Chels' car.

"Uh...Spence?"

Mmm...Oreo? Will you marry me? You'd make me the happiest blonde lesbian ever and we'll be awesome together and live happily ever after until I get hungry and eat you and our children. Sigh. It'd be bliss. And I know you won't break my heart because then I'd eat you. Another sigh.

Yup. Bliss.

My eyes glaze over.

"Spencer! Put the damn cookie down and get your ass out of the car!"

"Uh..."

"Now please!"

"Fine fine. I'm getting out. I'm getting out. Yeesh!" I gave up on romance and shoved the sweet treat in my mouth as I unbuckled and stepped out of the car.

"Fucking finally." Xander muttered. "You'd been sitting in there for the past ten minutes just smiling at your cookie."

"I was thinking!"

"Yeah about rubbing the damn thing all over yourself were ya?"

I pinched my face into a scowl. "Shut up."

"Well you're welcome and all. Me and Chelsea already unloaded all the stuff and called the pizza place. Ya know while you were getting all weirdly hot and heavy with your chocolate girlfriend."

I smile dopely at the sentence. Heh. Chocolate girlfriend.

Xander gives me a weird look and then shakes his head and walks away.

"I blame Chelsea for your current sugar high. It's her fault you're acting like an even crazier looney toon. She just had to let you eat them on the way home..." He kept muttering to himself as he walked back into his house. Oh. Um...when did we get to his house anyway?

Damn. Maybe I should...ya know...follow the jerk.

I scurry out of the truck and make my way into the quaint little two story house of one David Alexander.

"So change of plans. You guys just wanna watch a horror or something? Ooh! Have you guys seen the new Twilight movie yet? I think I have it on my external hard drive. We can have a marathon or something."

"Wait - what?" I look at him, shaking my head, my eyes wide in terror. "Oh God, please tell me you're joking."

Xander actually has the gay urge to put his fists on his hips, looking scandalized. "You know Spence, I resent that. One of these days this movie is gunna be a classic."

I just shake my head, snorting softly. "How is it you're not gay? Seriously!"

"What? Just because I'm a guy that doesn't mean I can't enjoy something as sappy and estrogen ladened as Twilight. Don't be sexist, sexist."

"I'm not sexist I'm just...ugh! Whatever. And what happened to Kung-Fu movie night?"

Not that I cared but I liked consistency.

Okay, total lie. I was more curious than anything. I'd much rather avoid having to watch heavily subtitled martial arts films if I can help it. Not really my forte.

My male friend frowns. "No go on the Asian awesomeness. Some how all my Kung-Fu flicks disappeared. I can't find any of them." Xander scratches his head looking thoughtfully at his DVD collection.

I look over at Chelsea and she winks at me with a knowing smile.

That little sneak. I purse my lips around a smile and look away.

"What a shame." I said dryly.

"I know right!" He sighs dejected. "Sorry guys." His shoulders slump.

I wave him off. "Pfft. No worries buddy. We forgive. Don't we Chels?" Said girl grins, albeit, partially subdued, and nods her head.

"Oh yes. We're nothing if not forgiving. I'm sure we can find something on Netflix."

Xander pouts and then sighs. "I guess."

Chelsea stands up gracefully from the floor and rubs his back comfortingly. "Hey, maybe we can find something super subtitled on Netflix. How about that?" Her voice is sweet as she says this.

Xander looks up at Chelsea, giving her a toothy grin. He blushes a little and nods. "I'd be down." They smile sweetly at each other and I just about vomit all over Xander's carpeted floor.

"Sounds great!" I roll my eyes. "Kay so grab your stupid SucksBox and lets skedaddle."

"Hey whoa! No one said anything about touching Vivian!" Xander shrieked, standing protectively in front of his beloved game system.

Someone's a little too attached.

I crossed my eyes and groaned. "Its not like we're gunna invite the thing to an orgy." I noted incredulously. "We just want to exploit your current subscription to an online movie library and watch said movies all night long. No big." I shrug my arms.

"No! The last time I let you borrow her you spilled chocolate milk all over her. I had to rip her open and clean her before she would finally wake up and function properly."

"Exaggeration." I grunted.

Yup. Way too attached. I said I was sorry what more does this man-child want from me. I sighed and looked pleadingly at Chelsea for some kind of assistance. And it was an accident any way. Its not like I meant to stub my toe on Xander's untouched desk and therefore grab it in agony and dropping my drink all over his precious girlfriend...I mean, system.

Thankfully, Chelsea comes to my aid.

"Xander," Chelsea's voice is unusually soft. "May we please borrow your ...borrow Vivian for the night? Please. It's not like you won't be there to chaperone." She responds diplomatically.

Xander's resolve crumbles like lit paper and then magically turns to pudding as he stares into Chelsea's eyes. "Fine. But you're staying on the other side of the room." He points to me accusingly.

"What?!"

"Deal." Chelsea says.

"Hey! Not fair."

"Do you want to watch a movie or not?" Chelsea asks.

I pout, grumbling. "Fine...by the way, I hate you." I glared playfully at Chelsea.

She smirks. "No you don't."

I glare at an indistinguishable stain on Xander's carpet, mumbling incoherently to myself. "Buncha jerks...don't know why I put up with the both of ya..."

My friends just laughed like the assholes they are...which I couldn't help but smile at.

Back at Chelsea's house, Xander was frantically searching through her fridge. "Did we get the cheese dip? I coulda sworn I put cheese dip in the cart at the store." His thumb drums on the handle of the fridge.

"You did. But I took it out. We had plenty of dip at my house."

Xander pulls his head out of the fridge and pouts. "Aw but I like it straight from the can fresh. Your's has probably been sitting out for hours."

Chelsea lifted an eyebrow. "You're the one that opened it." She pointed out.

"And?"

Chelsea rolled her eyes which prompted me to roll mine along with her. Dude had a major cheese problem. An intervention was probably needed sometime in the near future...or a trank dart in the bum when we finally denied him his beloved moldy dairy products. That day will be a sad day...not to mention weird as hell.

"Here, I think I have some crackers in the pantry. You'll be fine with that and your gross dip."

Xander went to protest until he saw Chelsea getting up from the couch to join him in the kitchen, and then smiled softly.

I wonder of Chelsea notices those smiles he always gives her. Then again, I've only just started noticing so...who knows.

Left alone, I busy myself with rifling through my backpack with the intention of doodling something random in my sketchbook till my friends came back. My fingers wiggle and waggle inside my bag till my they wrap around a group of papers. I lift it out and...

Oh. I...I forgot I still had this in here.

It was the script.

My fingers began to shake slightly and I felt so stupid and weak for letting just the sight of a few papers break me apart. My sugar high instantly dulled as I sobered up immediately.

Ashley.

I still can't get her expression out of my head. She looked like ...I don't know...like I just killed her dog...and then torched her sports car...wait. Okay no. That still doesn't sound as devastating.

Devastated.

There. Thats what she looked like. She looked utterly and completely...devastated. God. Just the thought that I, me, Spencer Carlin, put that hopeless look on her face...I ...I can't ...fuck. It hurts. It hurts so much to know I hurt her. And I'm not an idiot. I know sometimes I act like my hair's chosen name sake but I'm not stupid. She looked hurt. She seemed like she was trying to keep it to herself, hide it from me, but I saw. Even though I tried not to. I begged myself not to notice, to stop analyzing every micro twitch and crease of her brow. But I guess, I just couldn't help myself. My control sucks when it comes to Ashley Davies. Always has. Dumb luck and my utter cluelessness in certain situations has been my only saving grace.

But...does that really mean that she...likes me? Genuinely. It wasn't all a joke?

I've been the butt of a joke like that before. Back home in Ohio. My best friend...well, someone who I thought was my best friend told the whole school about my crush on her to rocket her up the food chain. It was around the time I was still scared of what I was so sure I was. That I was gay. There was confusion...and then there was clarity. I knew what I was...but the moment I told my friend what I felt in my heart...well...it didn't end so well. She told my secret and then she was ordered by the cheer captain of our high school that if she wanted into the popular crowd, that she had to humilate me on my last week of school, first thing Monday morning in front of the entire student body. My last day would have been Friday so I'd have the rest of the week to endure the stares and whispers. The shoves and leers and ...the other ...not so pleasant forms of bullying.

The town I lived in was crazy conservative. They'd rather smother you with their belief of what was right and wrong then let you speak your mind. Kinda hypocritical, I'll admit, but that was the town I grew up in. No real room to grow and be the person you want to. Not unless it was someone everyone would like. And even then, sometimes even that was never enough. Anyways, I'm getting off track.

This weekend was supposed to be Ashley-free, in every way. My friends had told me as much. But that didn't stop me from thinking of her. I don't think anything could. Not completely. Never completely. Which really tells you how ultimately screwed I am.

Distracting myself was really the only solution for a broken heart. That and chocolate. Though the latter isn't working out so well this time. Its only managed to dull the ache in my chest cavity and make my jeans feel tight.

Sigh.

I feel like one of those lonely people that sit solemnly at a bar, nursing their glass of chosen poison after a bad break up. Except, I wasn't at a bar so much as Chelsea's living room and I wasn't drinking anything intoxicating, unless you count lazily sipping chocolate milk through a purple bendy straw hazardous to your inhibitions.

Which I don't.

I look up from stirring said chocolaty goodness and see Xander and Chelsea looking at me worriedly, varying degrees of concern and frustration marring their faces.

"What?"

Chelsea and Xander seem to have a whole conversation with just their eyes...a fact that is doing nothing good for my nerves.

What are they even saying?! Or...not saying?

Which leads me to my next question: Why do I associate myself with weird people? Does this say something significant about me? Am I weird for enjoying the company of strange people?

Wait...don't answer that.

I frowned once I saw Chelsea shake her head at Xander's twitching eyelids and then Xander shrug in response.

I wish I could just poke both of them in the eye and make them stop. It's weird how they do that and I feel totally left out of the conversation. Which is strange since its a conversation I'm all too aware isn't even verbally happening right now and is solely dependent on their shifty eye movements and twitchy eyebrows. Also, Xander keeps squinting like Chad Michael Murray and I'm just dying to make a One Tree Hill joke right now. Dying I tell you!

Xander wiggles is manbrows in a peculiar manner that I'm guessing was supposed to be meaningful and not weird at all...except he failed miserably and now I'm just annoyed.

The next moment I slap Xander on the back of the head, his squinty eyes crossing. "Would you two quit it! I can't tell if you two are plotting my death or deciding what to have for breakfast tomorrow. And it's freaking me out!...So stop it!"

Xander glared at me and stuck his tongue out at me as he rubbed his head. I stuck out my own and kicked his shin, making him drop his hands to his leg and I slapped him again.

Xander flailed his arms about. "I say, I say! This is totally an unprovoked ass whooping!"

"Nothing is unprovoked when you're being yourself."

Xander flailed his arms in frustration. "Who else am I gunna be?!"

"Someone nicer and less irritating!" Another whack.

Then we proceeded to wrestle on the floor...because we're classy like that.

Chelsea rolled her eyes and looked at her nails, an amused smile lifting her lips up.

The rest of the weekend was filled with much needed down time. Xander and Chelsea had been really helpful when it came to getting my mind of ...you know who. I thank them for that. I would have just gotten so deeply stuck in my head if I was left alone. Like I already had done once already. And that wasn't pleasant at all. No sir.

I just hope I can keep it together when Monday rolls around.

FILLER! Yes thats basically what this was. Okay so it was more of a very filling non-filler. It's a eh-ish chapter but I kinda wanted to get Spencey into a good mood so she'll feel better for the upcoming drama fest that SURE to happen.

Yup. Let's go with that. ;) Anyways. So question time! Cause I'm extremely curious and I like hearing your opinions.

Who is your favorite character so far? Or who do you relate to the most, if you relate to any of them at all? Lol. Let me know. I'm curious. XD

As always, drop me a line. I like hearing what you think. The response for Ashley's spin off was really helpful so thank you for that guys.

Till next time!

- Lil' Miss