BROOKLYNDEB: yes, That would make sense, but then themcoming back togetherawkwardly would never happen :)

ashley-michele: well here's what happens.

babygirl2006: its sad that I had to part them, but it makes this part all the better

Sorry for the long delay. Here's more.

Ashley kept her promise to write and send photos for about a month. The first week, the letters came by mail. They were really meaty about the sites she was seeing, and she always sent a picture. The pictures were always taken by passing tourists of Ashley goofing off at some monument or tourist trap. She sent one nearly everyday that first week. The next week, Spencer got three letters, they were all shorter than the week before.

Day nine:

"Bon Jour from Paris! It certainly was a surprise when I found out this is where my journey was taking me next. I have a room overlooking the Eiffel Tower. Its the most beautiful site. Especially at sunrise. I know what you're thinking, 'Ashley got up in time to see the sunrise?' . Yes I did. What is the world coming to? Don't be so surprised.

I wish you could be here with me. Its such a romantic place. You can't really understand that from the movies or pictures. Its different in person. It makes me horny.

Love and Miss You,

Ash."

The letters came less often the next week. She got one, but she did get an e-mail.

Day thirty:

"You should see the hotel here! It has five stories and a gigantic pool. There is a hot tub, sauna and spa too. I'm getting a massage in a couple hours. I'm in the business center now, thats where I'm e-mailing you from. The business center has three computers. They're supposedly for business people who come in, but anyone can use them.

Miss ya,

Ash."

A few weeks later the letters stopped coming at all.

Day Fourty-Five:

"I'm in Spain now. Madrid to be exact. There is lots of cool art and architecture here.

I'm fine baby, how are you?

Love,

Ash"

They got even shorter by day sixty-three:

"Hey from Portugal. I'm great. How's everything back home?"

She didn't even sign that one. Spencer started to wonder what was going on. For weeks, Spencer had been lying on her bed pining for Ashley. That e-mail made it seem like she felt obligated to e-mail Spencer, and that was the only reason why she was doing it.

Spencer replied,

"Same old, same old here. My life is boring without you. I'm just keeping my nose to the grindstone. You're the one off in all these exotic locales. Whats going on with you?"

"Its gotten pretty hectic, but a routine hectic. I'm seeing all this cool stuff," Ashley replied in the next e-mail.

Spencer responded to the e-mail simply:

"Like what?"

Ashley replied, "You know, the tourist stuff. There are tons of people here, I've been on so many airplanes. I feel like this is a dream."

So that was a little better, but Spencer stopped trying to coerce information out of Ashley. Finally the e-mails stopped trickling in. Spencer lost hope after a while of Ashley writing, or even coming back at all. Spencer felt abandoned.

Spring came without word from Ashley. It'd been nine months since they'd seen each other. Spencer was sitting in her dorm room trying to study when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller. It was an unknown LA number. She answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, are you doing anything?" a familiar voice came into Spencer's ear.

"Studying," she replied.

"Well, can you take a break?"

"Why? Where are you?"

"LAX."

"What? You're not supposed to be back for another six months."

"Well, I had a change of plans. Can we talk?"

"Isn't that what we're doing already?"

"Yeah, but thats not what I meant."

"What do you mean?"

"Pick me up. I have to see you."

"Alright," Spencer gave in, "what terminal?"

Ashley gave her the information.