Ashley: Depends on what your family wants you to do.
Spencer: Okay, I'll call them.

She gets out her cell phone and calls her house to see what their thoughts are.

: Hello?
Spencer: Umm, who is this?
: Chelsea.
Spencer: Oh, hi. Sorry. Umm, not to be rude or anything, but -- what are you doing at my house?
Chelsea: Clay and I are discussing our situation.
Spencer: Oh, I see. Well, by any chance, is my dad around?
Chelsea: Yeah. I'll get him for you.
Spencer: Okay, thanks.

Chelsea hands the phone to Arthur.

Arthur: Hey, Spence.
Spencer: Hey, dad.
Arthur: Is everything okay?
Spencer: Yeah, (thinks about what happened to her and Ashley today) everything's... great. Actually, I was just calling to see if we had any plans tonight.
Arthur: Well, to tell you the truth, I wanted to take you kids out to dinner tonight. But Glen went out with Madison, Sherry and her date. And Clay... well, he's got the whole 'Chelsea-thing' to work out. So, there goes that idea. (depressing tone in his voice)

Spencer could sense that he father was a little depressed, so she suggested another option to his night's plans.

Spencer: Well hey, I've got an idea.
Arthur: (happier tone now) What?
Spencer: Why don't you take me and Ashley out to dinner tonight?
Arthur: Sure. But is it okay with her parents?
Spencer: (looks at Ashley) Oh, I'm sure they won't mind.
Arthur: Okay, then. It's a date.
Spencer: Alright. We'll meet you at the house around... 7. Is that okay?
Arthur: Spencer, that's perfect.
Spencer: Okay, see you then.
Arthur: Bye.

Spencer hangs up with her father; knowing that she has definitely made his night.

Ashley looks at Spencer with an amazed expression on her face and Spencer looks at her with a confused expression.

Ashley: Spencer, you're like a parent's dream
Spencer: What do you mean?
Ashley: You're perfect. Good grades, good attitude and you never get in trouble.
Spencer: I'm not perfect. And -- if you must know, I do too get in trouble. Actually, I've been grounded within the past week.
Ashley: For what?

Spencer: (looks away real fast) It's not important.
Ashley: You brought it up, Spence. What'd you get grounded for?
Spencer: (deeply sighs) My mom -- she was going through my room the other day, when she was doing the laundry. Well, she found that note that you wrote me yesterday during Study Hall, in the pocket of my jeans.
Ashley: Oh, the one about the other night --
Spencer: Yeah. Long story short, she yelled at me and told me to stop writing letters like that to you and that I should (holds her fingers in the air to show that she's quoting this word) "discard" any notes that you give to me.
Ashley: (sighs with disgust) Why is she like that, Spencer?
Spencer: I don't know. I guess she's just afraid of you.
Ashley: Of me? Why would she be afraid of me?
Spencer: I guess, because she thinks you're different from me and she thinks you're going to influence me into doing something that I shouldn't be doing. Which is stupid, by the way.
Ashley: Ugh. Well, I guess I can officially put her on my 'People Who Hate Me' list. (rolls her eyes and lets out a big sigh) Oh well.
Spencer: That's what I said... the whole 'Oh-well' thing. (looks at the hurt Ashley and then gazes down at her phone) Well, it's almost 6 -- should we go get ready?
Ashley: Yeah, sure. My place?
Spencer: Yeah. I want to look good for tonight, you know... for my dad.
Ashley: (fake smiles) Yeah. Your dad. Okay. Well, you can wear whatever you want.
Spencer: (smiles and puts her arms around Ashley's waist) Thanks. (then kisses her)
Ashley: (smiles for real this time) You're welcome.

They get in Ashley's car and drive off to go get ready for their very eventful dinner date.

+ASHLEY'S HOUSE+

Spencer has picked out her outfit, which consisted of: a destroyed jean miniskirt with silver shavings on it, a California surf-fitted lavender T-shirt with the Ramones seal in black lettering, a silver knitted boob coat and ballet flats. Her hair: soft curls. Accessories: a silver ring on her middle finger of her left hand, and her newest piece of jewelry, a silver chained necklace with an "S" on it.

Ashley, on the other hand, went with one of her more toned down outfits: a destroyed beige miniskirt, a red three - quarter length shirt with white stitching and a little pocket on the left side and the traditional white Converse shoes.

Ashley walks into her room where Spencer was getting finished. Spencer looked up in the mirror and turned around to face her companion.

Spencer: (looking Ashley up and down) Wow. Very... downtown. I like it.
Ashley: Seems like we kind of switched places tonight, huh?
Spencer: Well, I just wanted to look nice for tonight and the first style that came to my mind was: yours.

Ashley gives a bright smile and then it turns into a nervous smile.

Spencer: (narrows her eyes) What's wrong?
Ashley: Nothing. (looks away)
Spencer: (cocks her head to one side) I can always tell when you're lying.
Ashley: (sighs) Okay. I'm -- kind of nervous, that's all.
Spencer: Why? It's just my dad. He doesn't bite.
Ashley: I know. But, you mean a lot to me and I -- I guess I just wanted to make a good impression. I want him to like me, Spencer.
Spencer: Ash, he likes you. He wouldn't be taking us out tonight if he didn't like you. Just -- don't worry about it. And besides, I didn't know Ashley Davies was afraid of anything?
Ashley: I'm not. (little smirk)
Spencer: (cocks one eyebrow) Okay, then.

They finish their getting ready process and jump in the car and head over to Spencer's house to meet up with Arthur.