I had anxiously awaited Friday to come. I mean sure, I "got" the job Thursday but hey, I was REALLY excited! I drove with Sara in her old Jeep to "Take Flight." As excited as I was, I was nervous as hell too. But Sara almost completely calmed my nerves by just distracting me.

When we reached "Take Flight" we did the same thing we had done the other day. When we once again entered the room that said "Employees Only" we were greeted by Jason, again.

"Is this all you do?" I asked Jason, actually curious to know if he worked or not.

"Be quiet Ashme" Jason said smiling, standing next to a microwave that was on top of a long table that was leaned up against the wall to the right of me.

"Ashme?" Sara and I asked in union, completely confused.

"Yeah, like eat me, Ashme. You know, since you like to "eat out" a lot . . . "

"Shut up!" I said as Sara and I began to laugh hysterically.

I hadn't even known this guy for a full day and I was comfortable around him, just like with Sara. "Maybe it's something in their genes" I thought.

"You're one to talk" Sara said as she walked closer toward Jason.

"Be quiet Lezy-borden" Jason told Sara, making it known to me what her nickname from him was.

"Lezy-borden eh? It's not as clever as mine" I said teasing Jason.

"You know what Ashme, there wasn't anything good that I could make up to begin with an S. So know she's stuck with Lezy-borden." Jason said as he opened the microwave and pulled out a plate that had four burgers on it.

"Or you could just call me Sara" Sara said as she grabbed two of the burgers off of Jason's plate.

"Heyyyyyyyyyy!" Jason whined as Sara walked over to me quickly, escaping Jason's reach.

"You want one?" Sara asked me, holding a burger in front of my face.

"No thanks, I ate before you picked me up from our dorm" I said to her smiling.

"All right" Sara said as she took a bite out of both the burgers before Jason had a chance to take either of them back.

"Ewwwwwwwwwww! Now I can't eat those!" Jason whined like a little kid, stomping his feet slightly.

"Why not? I'm family" Sara said, smiling as if she already knew the answer.

"I don't know where that mouth's been" Jason said bitterly as he sat down in one of the metal chairs that were in front of the table.

"Ow please! You've gone down on more girls than I ever have!" Sara stated as she sat down next to him.

"Have not!" Jason countered, his mouth filled with burger.

"Yes you have!" Sara said as I sat down next to her. "I've had to listen to all your brainless girlfriends brag about how you go down on them whenever they want you to. You're such a tool!" She slightly shouted at him smiling before she put one of her burgers down on Jason's plate and took a bite out of the one still in her hands.

I laughed at them. This job was comfortable enough so far. I was relaxed. The hole atmosphere this place had was relaxing.

"What are you laughing at Ashme?" Jason asked me bitterly with his mouth filled even more with burger, really resembling a five-year-old at that moment.

"Oh, shut up! You're gonna kill the name before it has a chance to live!" Sara said after she swallowed a bite of her burger. "Anyway, were's Spazz?"

"I don't know. She's somewheres' working." Jason said as he finished one of his burgers and started eating the other.

Sara suddenly pulled her cell phone out of her jean pocket and dialed a number. I watched her as she waited for someone to answer. She smiled before she started talking.

"Spazz!" Sara said excitedly, smiling. "My friend's here and we're waiting. We're in the lunch room."

After that, Sara hung her cell phone up and returned it to her pocket. He stood up and took off her old highschool sweatshirt, revealing another tight fitting shirt. This time it was yellow and had the word "Gibson" across it in black letters. She reached into a back pocket of her blue, baggy, faded jeans and took out a name tag. She pinned it onto her shirt and put her hands on her hips as if she had accomplished something.

"Well, I'm ready to work!" Sara stated happily, still smiling.

"What, no uniform?" I asked surprised.

"Uh hello, the name tag" She said in a smart ass voice as she tapped her finger on the name tag.

"That's it?"

"Yup!" Sara proclaimed happily. "The theory here that you work your best when you are comfortable. So we get to were what we want as long as it's appropriate."

"This job just gets better and better" I said as I stood up, growing tired of sitting.

"You haven't heard the best part. We get paid thirty dollars an hour, how freakin awesome is that?" Sara proclaimed with an excited voice as she pushed the chair she had been sitting in under the table.

"This is a dream job" I said as I pushed my chair in as well and leaned against the table.

My attention was brought to the door as I heard it open. When I saw who walked in, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was she, Spencer. What was she doing here? Out of all the places in the world, she was here.

She had been to busy looking at the ground to notice me at first. As soon as she raised her head and saw me though she stilled. Her eyes mirrored mine, filled with shock and disbelief.

I stared at her and took in her appearance. She was more beautiful than I remembered. Her blonde hair was slightly darker and had grown longer, it hung in her face. Her face had grown more beautiful over time. The tight green shirt and jeans she wore showed me that here body was even more beautiful as well. Her whole presence just seemed to radiate some sort of unknown sexiness.

My heart was pounding and my body slightly shivered. Just being in the same room with her again filled me with such happiness and . . . desire. I just wanted to run to her, embrace her tightly, and give her a long searing kiss. I wanted to show her I was sorry and that I needed her in my life so badly.

"Ashley," Sara said, slightly waking me from my trance and not noticing the awkwardness between Spencer and me, "this is Spazz, also known as--"

"Spencer" I interrupted, saying her name in a low, remorseful voice.

I noticed Sara pause from the corner of my eye and actually take a look at how Spencer and I were reacting to each other. Realization seemed to hit her across the face.

"Oh . . . " was all Sara said, sounding as if she knew our whole story.