(A/N) I want to put Ghost In The Machine in this story, but just part one, up until Paige and Spinner are at the party and Paige gets hella pissed at Spinner.
written after season three before season four
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Paige's PoV
I walked outside. Damn, it's cold. Why am I not wearing my sweater? Gosh, what am I doing? Am I sure I want to do this? Yes, I am.
I got into Spinner's car. I put the key in the ignition, and it started.
"Oh, Paige. You can do this. Just put it into reverse and hold down the gas." I told myself.
And that's exactly what I did.
Spinner's PoV
"What was she thinking?" I yelled loudly at my best friend Jimmy Brooks over the hype of the party.
"Beats me, man. Hey, I'm gonna get me something to drink, ok! Hazel, you coming?" Jimmy answered back. I saw Hazel grab his hand and walk out into the kitchen. When Hazel opened the door I saw a beautiful brunette making out with some jock-type guy on the island in the kitchen. Then, I saw some weirdo pour some vodka straight from the bottle onto them.
"Idiots," I murmured to myself as I went to find my keys to my car. "SHIT! Where are they?" I yelled as I dug through all the pockets I ever owned. After searching everywhere, I realized they could only be with one person. Paige. I ran outside in time to see her put my baby into reverse and slam the gas.
It all happened so fast. She was going at like, 80 or more when she hit his car. Oh, I knew who's car that was. Dean.
The sound of smashing glass and crunching metal was more than I could bear. I ran over to my car.
"Oh my god, Paige!" I breathed.
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Ashley's PoV
I know me and Craig are "just friends" now, but I want to be more. I need to be more. A lot of people have made me out to be a prude, a hag, whatever. They say I'm hung-up on Craig, and that I'll never give it away. Well, I want, no, I NEED to prove them wrong. I picked up the phone. Gosh, I haven't dialed this number in a while. I hit 430-978-0023 and pressed the Talk button. It rang.
Craig's PoV
Oh my god.. Not again. I'm sitting here thinking about Ellie and my pants are wet. Shit.. What am I gonna do? Man, Ellie's taken by one of my best buds. Sean's always been there for me.. Now I-
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING!
Damn. Phone.
"Jeremiah residence.."
No answer "Heelloooo?"
"Craig?" Oh my god.. Was it Ellie?
"Ellie?" I answered "ASHLEY" she yelled Fuck. I blew that one.
"Oh, Ash. You sounded like Ellie there for a second. --I chuckled-- I was gonna say, 'Dude, how'd you get my number?'"
She laughed. At least I can get one thing right. I started thinking about Ashley as she talked and felt my pants wetting again.
"SHIT!" I yelled out loud.
"Excuse me?" Ashley said, sounding offended "Sorry.. continue." so she started rambling again.
- Words from Van -
PLEASE PLEASE R&R.
My first fanfic evah! lol Sorry it's so short.. I plan on getting Chpt. 2 up TODAY or TOMORROW so don't worry people.
In the meantime, dream about my fan-fic!! lol
Beautifully Undone
aka
Van