Title: Truth Serum is Legal With a Prescription
Rating: This chapter is probably PG-13 for some slight sexual content.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine...I cannot claim them. They all belong to the hardworking people involved with South of Nowhere.
Feedback: Yes please, I want to know what everyone thinks of this story so far.
Summary: This will be a Spashley story. Sequel of "Just Tell Me What You Want"
Author's Note: Thank you everyone who reviews…I really appreciate it! Also, I'm going to be leaving for Europe in a few days, and I'll be gone for a couple of weeks. So, I won't be able to update for that amount of time. (I won't have access to a computer.) But, I promise that if you wait for me ;) I will be back soon enough with updates. And, as always, enjoy!
"Mm," Ashley muttered happily after finishing off her sandwich. She and Spencer had decided that a picnic was in order for their date. That way, afterwards, it would seem normal when Ashley dropped Spencer off at her house after the picnic date that Paula didn't know about, and the brunette could go to the movie with Spencer's brother. Goody. She wasn't excited for that part. None of them were.
Glen had called Madison to cancel their date, and she was livid. Of course, he knew that if he bought her a necklace for when he took her out the next night, she'd be okay then. He explained that it was a thing that his mother thought of, for Spencer. She didn't ask anything else because Spencer wasn't one of her favorite topics.
Spencer glanced over at her girlfriend. They had spent the day at Ashley's house. Together, they had fixed a picnic, complete with checkered blanket and all, and eaten sandwiches and pie at Ashley's house. Her mother was at work again. It was easy enough to move a chair or two out of the living room, so the blanket fit on the floor. Ashley was smiling as she ate the last bit of her pie when she felt the blonde's eyes on her.
"What are you doing?" Ashley glanced up at the younger girl, quickly swallowing her pie so that she could ask the question.
"Eating my pie," Spencer blushed after being caught staring.
"No, you aren't," Ashley quipped and pretended to eat something. "That's eating. Not this," she preceded to gawk at the blonde. "Though…if you rather, then you could skip the pie part and the staring part…and…" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"I can do that," Spencer giggled as Ashley moved her plate aside and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Goood," the brunette murmured happily as she shifted her lips to the blonde's neck kissing there lightly. Ashley felt the blonde pushing herself closer, and together they managed to find their way over to the couch. The blonde's shirt had shifted in the process of moving from the floor to the couch, exposing her stomach slightly. Ashley smirked before kissing there too.
"Mm," Spencer moaned slightly feeling the brunette's lips on her stomach, just beneath her navel, before cupping her hand around the brunette's face, bringing her lips back up to kiss her own. A moment later an annoying song began to play. "My phone," Spencer muttered, not bothering to move towards it.
"Ignore it," Ashley suggested; Spencer obeyed before moving her own lips to the brunette's neck and lightly nipping at the skin there. Ashley gasped.
"Now that's your phone. Ignore it?" Spencer was still paying attention to Ashley's neck when the home phone began its own annoying ringing. The person wasn't hanging up, so with a quick kiss and an unhappy look, Ashley reached over to pick up the phone, talking to Spencer as she did so.
"My God. These people are persistent…" She mumbled as she picked it up, glancing casually at the caller id as she did so. "Hi Mrs. Carlin…Oh right. No, no, we're on our way there. Yup, I see your house coming up…" Paula was wondering where the two girls were; they were five minutes late. So, Ashley did the only thing she could think of, she lied saying that they were on their way, but, of course, Paula saw through it. "Oh, right, why am I on the house phone?" Ashley panicked, glancing over at Spencer.
"Car phone?" The blonde suggested to her girlfriend who rolled her eyes in frustration.
"She won't believe that," she hissed, and Spencer giggled at her girlfriend's behavior. The brunette wasn't usually this eager to please Spencer's mother, and Spencer was still in a haze from making-out. She couldn't think properly.
"It's a special talent…" Ashley eventually explained to Paula about why she could talk on the home phone while in the car. "Uh-huh. Yes, Mrs. Carlin, my mother is very proud of me for that talent." Ashley knew that Mrs. Carlin was being sarcastic, but she decided to give the lady the benefit of the doubt anyway. "Thanks for asking…See you soon."
Spencer was giggling at her girlfriend's conversation. She couldn't hear both sides of the conversation, but the look on her girlfriend's face was priceless. "You're weird"
"You're cute," Ashley murmured happily before leaning back in to kiss the blonde. It took them a few more minutes to compose themselves. Those minutes meant more kissing time, but it also meant that Ashley had to speed to get to the Carlins' house before Paula got too suspicious. Luckily, there were no cops and very little traffic on the way there.
"We're here, Mom. Right outside the door," Spencer answered her cell phone this time as the two girls pulled into the driveway. "We're the ones in the car…Look out the window. I'll wave at you…" Sure enough, Paula glanced out at them. Spencer waved. "Okay. Bye."
"Protective?" Ashley rolled her eyes at the phone conversation.
"Ready for Glen?" Spencer glanced over at her girlfriend, who frowned at the thought of her next date.
"Nobody could be ready for Glen." Spencer laughed and nodded. "I'd rather…Oh! Hi Mrs. C." During the course of the conversation, Paula had become impatient and wandered outside to talk to get Spencer, so Ashley and Glen could go on their date.
"See you later, Ash," Spencer called out to her girlfriend before noticing the mark on the brunette's neck. Spencer had left a hickey on the right side of her neck. Luckily, Mrs. Carlin was on the left side of her, at the driver's door. So when Paula continued up the steps, Spencer raced over quick to Ashley and whispered a single word in her ear. "Hickey." Ashley blushed, but didn't dare say anything because Spencer had already started walking back towards the house; she was smirking.
"I'll call you," Ashley called out, and Spencer smirked some more. Just as she was glancing at the hickey in her mirror, a guy rushed out of the house. "Hey Glen."
"What are you doing?" He didn't bother with formalities.
"Sitting in my car?" Ashley was confused at what he meant.
"Uh, no. I'm the guy. I drive." Ashley rolled her eyes and motioned to the passenger side seat. "I drive," he repeated, and Ashley sighed, following him to his car. They didn't talk until they reached the movie theatre. In fact, he was a gentleman and didn't ask about the hickey. Actually, he might not have noticed it. "Do you want popcorn?"
"Do you think this is a date?" Ashley frowned at his thoughts, and he smirked. Suddenly, she remembered that they were supposed to be on a date. "Are you paying?" She might as well take advantage of the fringe benefits, the only benefits of the date. He nodded. "Then sure, Cowboy." He frowned at the nickname, but he bought the popcorn anyway. Glen bought one popcorn, for them to share, but since he bought it, Ashley didn't complain. In fact, they didn't talk until the movie was over.
"Oh my God! Did you see the second attack on the woman at the post office?" Glen was ecstatic about the movie once they were out and walking towards the car.
"I know!" It really was a good movie. Ashley liked it too. "She was like 'Ahhhh!' and ran around screaming for five minutes before the zombies came and got her." Ashley acted out the screaming woman, and Glen laughed, though a few other people in the parking lot stared at them. She was so weird. It was then that a certain female noticed the two together; she frowned at the sight of them together. That wasn't right.
"She could have saved herself," he pointed out. If he was ever in the position that the woman had been in…Where he was buying stamps, and then suddenly a swarm of zombies had taken over the post office…Oh, he would so survive.
"But then we wouldn't have gotten to see the zombies attack!" Ashley was still stuck on the woman having to die.
"…They did attack other people too," Glen pointed out, and Ashley shrugged in frustration.
"Glen, you're missing the point." She frowned at him. "I can see why you're a guy."
"You can?" Glen glanced down to make sure that his fly was zipped. It was. Ashley rolled her eyes at his crude joke. Glen laughed. "Aww, admit it. You got my sense of humor."
"No, no I didn't. I don't have anyone's sense of humor. I don't steal." Ashley couldn't help the joke; it just rolled off her tongue.
"Aw, you've gone all sweet and innocent." Glen chuckled as they climbed back into his car.
"Yes, that's it. That must be it. Or…the zombies are coming!" Ashley widened her eyes and pointed at a random person in the parking lot. The woman frowned at the two teenagers in the cars. It must be the drugs.
"Run for the hills!" Glen was getting into the joke. Ashley's humor was contagious.
Ashley scratched her chin, thinking. "Don't they live there too?"
"Of course…not." Glen realized that in the movie the zombies had taken over the hills and the valleys and the cities…
Ashley chuckled at him, rolling her eyes, as he started the car. "I think it's past your bedtime; you've gone wacko. Let's get you home, Cowboy."
"Do you have to call me Cowboy?" He glared at her, glancing over at her and away from the road for a second. She nodded. "Never mind. I don't see how my sister puts up with you." He sighed. Ashley may have a contagious sense of humor, but she was tiresome and frustrating.
Ashley smirked at her girlfriend's brother. It was simple, really. "I don't call her Cowboy."