Neh, the talk isn't too bad. I like to keep my characters semi-happy. I'm excited for the 8 reviews I recieved. I'd like to thank you all by screen name, but I don't have time now. So thank you all! I edited the first chapter just a bit.

Spencer pulled up to the curb after seeing Ashley standing out there.

"Hey," Ashley said shoving her suitcases in the backseat.

"Hi," Spencer replied. Ashley was trying to pretend nothing was different, but Spencer's tone made it clear that she wasn't having that.

Ashley sat down in the front seat, then Spencer drove on. They shared an awkward silence for a while.

Ashley motioned to the radio, "Do you mind?" she asked. Before the trip, she wouldn't have had to ask.

"Go ahead."

"Where are we going?" Ashley asked after a while. It'd always been a habit that Ashley got to drive, so not being in control was difficult for Ash. It was hard being blindly driven around and not knowing where she was going.

"You'll see," Spencer replied slyly.

Spencer drove them to the beach. "Lets go for a walk," she suggested, though it was really more of a command.

"Okay," Ashley replied, getting out of the car and following Spencer.

Spencer walked to the pier. She sat down in the same exact spot where she talked to Ashley about being gay when the skipped school. Spencer nodded to Ashley to sit down.

"I spent a lot of time here this year," Spencer said simply.

"Really?" Ashley replied.

"That day really did end well. At least until my parents found out I ditched and grounded me," Spencer laughed.

There was a pause.

"So," Spencer said, "You sounded like you wanted to tell me something. Something isn't the same... something isn't right. Why did you stop writing to me?"

"Spence," Ashley glanced a finger down Spencer's cheek, "I'm going to be completely honest with you. It got too hard. Knowing it was going to be so long until I'd see you again. I couldn't keep sending you 'I'm fine baby, how are you?' letters. It wasn't fair to you. You deserved more than that."

"So you just stopped?"

"It was a weird and stupid way to do it, but I couldn't think of anything else to do."

"Why do I feel like you're leaving something out?"

"Because I am," Ashley blushed, "I kissed a girl in Greece. We talked, we had one kiss. I was drunk. That was it, but it isn't an excuse."

"No it isn't," Spencer replied. She didn't really know how to react.

"I want to show you something. Can we go back to your place? I need a place where I can go through my suitcase to get what I want to show you."

"Okay," Spencer was trying to keep an open mind.

Ashley pulled her suitcase into Spencer's dorm room, "Alright. I'm not just trying to get into your room. I want you to see something," she pulled out a bag and a box, "That bag," she pointed, "All the souvenirs I got you. The box, all the letters I tried to write you."

Spencer opened the box and started to examine the letters. They were mushy, love notes. Spencer smiled. She could feel Ashley's eyes on her.

"You know I'm not good at admitting that kind of stuff," Ashley said, looking down at her feet.

"Why not? Its great. I would have rather have had these than anything else."

"I feel like I have this front, this image that I've got, that I want to keep..."

"You don't think you can be real with me?"

"Its not that, its just that, I mean, I've never had something last this long."

"You haven't used the mushy gushy side of you in a while have you?"

"Never. Its embarrassing. I've never felt this, this bad for this long."

"I'd suppose thats a good thing for me huh?" Spencer smiled. She pushed the box off the bed. Paper and various other items fell onto the floor as Spencer closed the gap between her and Ashley, "I missed you so much," she admitted. She couldn't help it any more. She kissed Ashley, making up for the past nine months.