I own on part of SON
First I would like to apologize to the readers who were expecting more out of the sex chapter. Yes I wrote it descriptive and detailed but then decided against it because to me this story is not about sex, so the short and edited version got posted. So a warning to my readers if you're looking for sex scenes, find another story. With that said I thank every one who reviewed or read. You are all being incredibly patient with my weird, sporadic updates and I thank you. Things are about to pick up in the story so be prepared! Love you all, like always!
"No."
"Speeeencer pleeeeease."
"Absolutely not, no desire."
An irresistible pout forms on her face and I avert my gaze in order to survive the attack.
"But Spence I want you up there with me. Come ooooon."
I shake my head and take a rather large bite out of my grilled cheese sandwich. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and swallow my food.
"Ashley, listen to me."
She stares at her shoes and crosses her arms in front of her, her jaw firmly clenched. I know this pose it translates to 'I'm pissed, I'm not getting my way, and now I'm going to throw a fit.'
"Ashley look at me."
She brings her gaze up to me and I cringe at her expression. Oh she's really pissed about this one.
"Ok maybe don't look at me like that."
Her glare falters slightly as the corners of her mouth twitch up towards a smile.
"What Spencer?"
She accents the fact that she's using my full name, knowing I prefer for her to call me Spence. I clench my teeth, this woman can be impossible sometimes. I mean the girl doesn't know how to accept not getting what she wants!
"I am not going to be in that wedding. This is just the one thing that is not open for negotiation. Ok?"
She rolls her eyes and grabs her keys off the counter.
"Fine! Whatever!"
Ashley then proceeds to stomp out of my apartment and slam my door on her way out.
I stand there fuming and pound my fist down on the countertop. Ugh, this woman will be the death of me. She's just ah…and the pathetic thing is I find the pissed off version of Ashley sexy. I admit, I find every version of Ashley sexy.
The door opens and I don't bother to hide my disappointment when Becky walks through the door.
"What did you do to Ashley?"
I finish off my sandwich, it was delicious, and give Becky the best eye roll I can.
"She's mad because I refuse to be in Glen and Kyla's wedding."
Becky throws some groceries on the counter and lets out a laugh.
"She stormed past me on the street and said something about you being an ignorant slut."
I feel my blood boil and I let out a frustrated growl.
"Seriously I have no idea what her problem is, she's acting like a child."
"Maybe you two just need a night apart. You guys spend way too much time together if you ask me."
I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair.
"First off, I wasn't asking you and second, you're probably right."
Becky chuckles and throws me a beer.
"Ok I'll call Christian and cancel ou-"
"No, no, no don't cancel your plans because my girlfriend is being an imbecile."
I watch as she contemplates her options and almost spit out my beer when she yells.
"Aha! I've got it! But you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself, got it?"
I stare at her, trying to figure out what she's talking about. She really is just confirming what I've thought all along, that she's certifiably insane.
"What are you talking about Becks?"
"I'm calling Christian and having him bring Bobby. I like that guy but if he tries any funny business with you and Ash, I'll kill him."
My eyes widen at her words and the look in her eyes tells me she's not messing around. I grab another beer and slip into my room, sighing with relief at the satisfying click of my door.
I stand in front of my dresser and smile at the only two frames on it. One contains the picture of me and Aiden, the other is of me and Ashley. It's a picture from one of our wine nights and in the picture she was trying to get me to make out with her while everyone in the room was cheering us on. The image captured was of the two of us grinning into a kiss.
I stare at the two pictures and lightly run my fingers over Aiden then Ashley's face. I love them both.
Deep voices coming from the living room cause me to break out of my thoughts. I grab my beer and pull my sweatshirt tighter around my body.
When I walk out Christian and Bobby are already playing Guitar Hero while Becky cheers them on.
Two cases of beer later and the four of us are very drunk just sitting around the apartment.
"Oi I don't think I've been this bloody plastered in eons."
Becky and I giggle incessantly at Christian's drunken accent.
"There is no way I'm letting you two try to drive home. So, Christian you're with me and Spence find somewhere for Bobby to crash. G'night guys."
I watch as Christian scoops Becky up into his arms and carries her to her bedroom. He actually did a pretty good job considering how drunk he is.
So now here I sit with Bobby, alone. This is not good.
"Where's your girlfriend tonight?"
He sounds rather pleased that she's not here.
"Ashley and I had a mild disagreement today so we're both cooling off right now."
Bobby gets off the floor and seats himself rather close on the couch.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
I note the faint smile on his face and glare at him.
"No you're not."
He smiles widely and finishes his beer.
"You're right I'm not sorry. But it's what I'm supposed to say, not that I could love you better than her."
I push myself off the couch and flick him in the forehead. A satisfying red mark appears where my fingernail hit him.
"Bobby knock it the fuck off. You have to quit hounding me; I love Ashley, no matter how much of a pain in the ass she's being I still love her."
He simply smiles drunkenly and leans back against the couch.
"But when she lets you down, I'll be here waiting to hold you."
I let out a disgusted scoff and walk to my room, leaving Bobby on the couch.
I know he is only talking like this because he's hammered and I know he'll apologize in the morning but right now I kinda hate him.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE HALF NAKED?"
The shrill yells of a pissed off Ashley wake me from my slumber and I bolt out into the living room.
There stands Ashley holding two coffees and Bobby with only boxers on. Ah shit this is not going to end well.
"No, no, it's not what you thi-"
"Shut up douche. I wanna hear Spencer explain this."
Ah so she has spotted me.
"Listen Ashley nothing happened. He and Christian came over after you freaked out on me and stormed out on me."
Her face turns dark at the mention of her earlier behavior and I realize I probably shouldn't have called her out on it.
"So you're trying to say that me 'freaking' out is solely my fault?"
This has to be a trick question; I really don't see a good way of answering this.
"You know what Ash; yeah it was your fault. You acted like a complete psycho."
"I'm just gonna go in your room Spencer."
Bobby quickly exits the room to slip into my bedroom.
"How many times has he been in there?"
What the hell? She's lost her damn mind.
"You are being completely ridiculous, seriously. He's my friend, nothing else. Why are you acting so psychotic?"
Judging by her enraged expression I should stop calling her crazy.
"You know what I came over here to apologize to you and you call me crazy and what not so I'm leaving."
I grab her by the wrist and stop her from leaving.
"Whoa you don't get to just stomp out of here again. You're the one that started it this morning. You start accusing me of all sorts of shit as soon as I see you. What have I done wrong Ashley? Hmm? Tell me."
She pulls herself free from me and shoves my coffee into my hands.
"Enjoy your coffee."
And with that she waltzes out of my apartment, slamming my door again.
When I turn around Becky, Bobby, and Christian are all standing in the hallway with wide eyes.
"Dude what the hell?"
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and shake my head.
"I dunno Becks, I dunno."
Ok look three chapters in two days! YAY! I might even get another one done today if you're lucky! Thanks for the reads and reviews.