Hey, my favorite people.

Just wanted to let you guys know that there was supposed to be a line break somewhere in the last chapter but i guess nothing wanted to cooperate with me that day.

That's fine, though, you guys still enjoyed it right?

Well, enjoi this one!

"We should run away together. Like to China or something." Erin says with a smirk on her lips.

I shake my head as I laugh, "I think Canada would be more plausible considering it's like right there and China's like way in butt fuck Egypt."

Erin giggles as she reaches to hold my hand, I let her, "Well, I'm just saying. We should leave here. Go somewhere exotic and new. Start fresh."

I take my hand away from her and stand up, "I am."

She stands up next to me, "We are?"

I shake my head from side to side, "I said, I am. Me. Without you."

I stare at Erin and her body shatters into a million pieces. I look down at them but I'm more concerned with my nakedness. I'm bare ass naked. "When did I go full body commando?"

I hand blocks my vision of my body. My eyes follow the hand back to it's owner, "Canada, you said?" Spencer says in a black and purple tux.

I look down again and I'm in an inverted black and purple tux. I look back up to Spencer, "Canada?"

"Canada?" I say again. What the fuck? Since when did I shell out money for matching tuxes?

Someone's shaking me, "Ashley. Baby." I hear Spencer's voice call to me.

I nod, "Canada, Spen, I know. Pack your stuff." I say quickly.

She giggles, "Open your eyes, silly."

My eyes are op—closed. I open my eyes and focus on her. Her hair's wet, she must have taken a shower while I was sleeping, "Hey, you." I say with a smile and my usual raspy morning voice.

She tilts her head to the side in a cute manner, "So, Canada, you said?"

I narrow my eyes at her. I'm paranoid, "Wait. That wasn't a dream?"

She nods, "It was but you kept talking in your sleep. Something about Canada and China."

I sit up while holding the sheet up to my chest because I'm still completely naked, "I was naked in my dream. You were wearing a tux and... just a whole bunch of crazy."

Spencer laughs then kisses me on the lips with a smile, "Maybe us having sex is a bad idea especially when you wind up having crazy dreams about us."

I shake my head vigorously, "Nope," I pull her on top of me, "That just means we now have a theory to test. I vote we go at it again to see if the dream continues."

"Hm," she stares me in the eyes, "We'll see. Depends on how good you are."

I raise an eyebrow, "How good I am with what?" I'm all confused.

Spencer crawls off the top of me, "We have somewhere to be so I recommend you get yourself together, Ms. Davies."

I don't budge.

"C'mon, Ash, don't be stubborn right now. We have to go."

"Go where exactly, Spen?" I shall not be moved until I know why I should be moved.

Spencer falls to her knees then slings her palms together, "Please come to lunch with my family."

Hell. The Fuck. No. Paula will probably wind up shoving me in the oven and I haven't ever met Spencer's dad. Maybe I'd like to keep it that way until a shotgun marriage must ensue.

I shake my head in one swift motion, "N-"

Spencer cuts me off as she stands up off her knees, "Please, Ash, Please? My dad wants to meet you and I want you to meet him. My family's gonna start to think I made you up. Then, they'll think I'm highly unhealthy and send me off to some institution. Do you really want that on your conscience?"

I sigh, "You're being way too dramatic about this." She's being a straight up brat.

"Because this means a lot to me..." she trails off sadly.

I groan as I fall back on the bed, "Fine!"

I feel something rustling around my feet. I don't budge, I'm mentally preparing myself for lunchtime with the devil. Spencer's hovering over me now, "You're the best girlfriend ever, you know?"

I close my eyes, "Hmph."

I can sense her smile. She places tiny kisses on the left side of my neck so her words become muffled, "You really are. And if you play your cards right you might be getting something out of this."

Spencer. Damn. She's holding all the right cards at the moment. And probably for... forever considering I can't seem to say no to her about anything.

The kissing stops as she looks into my eyes for the answer. I don't know why she's waiting for an answer when it's blatantly obvious that I want to wreck her body for all it's worth but, still love her, "Is that a yes?"

I steal a kiss quickly, "Yeah. I kinda need to put on clothes so I can be presentable as your girlfriend, you know?" I know she's not gonna introduce me to her father as her girlfriend just yet. It's fun to mess with her.

Spencer's eyes go wide, "I—What?" She sits up straight.

I follow her actions, "What?"

"Girlfriend—dad?" Spencer says as I begin to chuckle.

I place my hand on her knee, "I'm just kidding, baby. I wouldn't force you to do something like that, ever. If you want me to be your dirty little closet whore then I have no choice." I'm saying this with a smile so she doesnt take me seriously.

She exhales her breath, "Thank goodness, I don't know what I would've done. Not that I don't think my dad wouldnt be okay with it. My mom would just keel over and die, probably. Not even joking."

I nod as I stand, "I know, I know." I stand up, with a blanket wrapped around me, "Lemme hop in the shower and then I can go face my doom... if you really want that on you conscience." I poke my bottom lip out.

"Um, I think I can live with that as long as you do it looking presentable to my folks." Spencer smirks.

I roll my eyes and walk into the bathroom, "You aren't funny!" I drop the blanket and turn on the shower, "Even though your moms always gonna see me as a walking demon." I say that last part under my breath.

"And yet you still love me!" she yells back to me through the walls.

I sigh and turn on the shower. As I step in I feel the hot water rush over me. Feels good. How did I get here? I mean, how did I get a girl as wonderful as Spencer? I don't deserve her. I havent done anything in my life to deserve such an exquisite human being.

I'm messy. I'm slutty. I have no respect for anyone besides me.

Now the pros, I'm hot. I have money. I have a kick ass car. My girlfriend is hot, smart and all those other delicious stories.

I didn't have to really have to fight for her either. I was...myself. No conniving her, no outwitting her, just me being me.

I think I like where this is going.

Only because it's going somewhere with her.

After an hour of me 'slothing' around the beach house, Spencer finally gets me in the car. We haven't made it far, yet. I'm still picking out an album for the drive.

"Ashley, c'mon we could have been there by now, you know?" Spencer says more of a statement rather than a question.

I sigh as I shuffle through my ipod for a song to set the mood. Hm, what song will be the soundtrack as I take my trek into the lion's den? Found it, "Chill, babe, I'm ready. Just had to find the perfect song to begin this expedition."

Spencer looks at me, unamused, "Mhm, and what song did you come up with?"

I press play as I start the car, "Take a listen."

The song starts off slow with a piano, "And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time..."

She listens a little bit longer before speaking, "Who is this?"

Oh, Spencer. I have so much to teach her regarding music, "It's Death Cab For Cutie. It's called What Sarah Said."

"It's pretty." she says with a smile. I don't think I have the guts to tell her that it's about some dude's girlfriend dying in the hospital. I'll break it to her later.

I nod, "It is isn't it?" I say smiling back at her.

I place my hand on top of hers. I can see her turn toward me out of the corner of my eye. She just smiles.

Spencer Ravine. You are the apple of my eye.

Spencer's dad calls her when we get to her house to let us know that they're going to have to push back the family get together to dinner because Paula had an emergency at the hospital. I sigh with relief. I've been saved.

"You're still coming in." Spencer says to me narrowing her eyes at me.

I shrug, "Well, if you wanna have a quickie we can do that, for sure. Let's go." I open my car door then look back and smile at her.

She wiggles her eyebrows at me and opens her door as well, "Okay, let's go."

We make our way out of the car and up to her front door. I push her against the door and steal kisses from her sweet lips, "I like sexpot Spencer."

She nods, "I like her, too." She opens the door with her back to it then whispers, "Oh, and I forgot. My dad and brothers are home. Must've slipped my mind. Let's go!" She pulls me and her into the house.

She tricked me. I'm gonna explode. I feel so lied to, so angry, so... turned on. Why?

"Hey, dad!" Spencer yells into the house as she has this crazy death grip on my wrist on our way to the kitchen.

"Hey, Spence." I hear her dad's booming voice before I get the chance to lay my eyes on him. He must be huge with that massive voice. I bet he was a NAVY seal before he became a doctor. Actually he's probably an undercover super agent for the government. Why didn't Spencer tell me? Why?

He lays eyes on me as I stand opposite of him, behind the bar. He's tall, blue eyes like Spencer but dark hair, way different from his girl offspring. "Hey, you must be Ashley. I've heard so much about you." He reaches out his hand to me.

Oh. My. God. His hand is huge. I'm sure he could probably crush my head with just one of those massive fingers. Even the pinky.

I feel a nudge, "Ash." I look as Spencer as she nods her head towards her huge handed father.

I shake my head a little as I reach out to shake his hand. I look him in the eyes as I speak, "Oh, yeah, hey, that's me. Mr. Carlin, good things... all hope I."

Wait, what'd I just spit out?

Spencer's dead slowly takes his hand back as he crinkles his brow, "Ha, alright. Ashley. Call me Arthur, Mr. Carlin is my father." He chuckles and I force a nervous smile. What the fuck did I just say? "Well, I'll call you girls down when dinner's ready if you want."

Spencer nods then kisses her dad on the cheek, "Thanks, Dad. You the best."

He brightens from the compliment his little girl just threw at him, "I know."

Spencer leads me upstairs and to her room. When the door shuts and locks behind her she looks at me with a cute smile, "So, what was that all about? Was Ashley Davies actually nervous for a change?" She's picking on me. B-word.

I shrug, "Psh, no, he just caught me off guard with the hand shake thing. I am not afraid of your father." Even if he might be in the secret service. Hitler's secret service.

Spencer laughs as she straddles me on her bed, "Ash, my dad is gonna love you if you just act normal. Be the Ashley that I love, hmm?" She kisses me once.

Twice, "Okay?" And then thrice as she wraps her arms around my neck, "Can you do that?"

I nod staring at her lips as I lick my own, "Whatever you say." I lean in to kiss her again.

She shakes her head at me, "Seriously, Ash. What are you so worried about? What's there to not like about you?" she asks me with a smile.

I place my hands on her hips, "Um, I've turned you into a lesbian sex fiend. That's one reason to hate me."

"Um, I actually kinda like that a little." Spencer says with a smirk on her lips.

Gimme, gimme. "Aw, don't tease me, Spen. If I can't have all of you then there's no point."

She shrugs, "Your choice." She stands up.

I pull her back down on top of me only this time we're laying flat, "Don't take me too seriously. I want it 24/7." I say with a flirtatious smirk.

She giggles as she props herself up with the palms of her hands, "Don't YOU tease me, Ashley Davies." And with a short kiss on my lips she's off and away from me.

So, how was that? The First chapter from my unplanned hiatus was a little short and odd but i i think im getting back into the swing of things, ya?