Wheeey another chapter within the same year! Shocker.
Heres the coffee mate date.
Enjoy.
SON isnt mine, yadda yadda yadda.
Chapter 6 - Barista Babe
Ashley's smile was genuine. She had been excited to receive Spencer's text and had done a little dance of happiness when the blonde agreed to coming along for a coffee. The barista knew that Spencer was 90 percent straight and was okay with that. She just wanted to get to know this very pretty girl better.
Aiden had made a not-so-subtle hint at Spencer maybe being sway-able, which gave Ashley a small window of hope but a large margin for error. So, she decided to go for the 'friends' approach and maybe charm the beautiful blonde into testing the gay water.
She looked so lovely. Despite the apparent hangover, the girl stood before her appeared to have no flaws. At all. Anywhere. She was a vision in ripped jeans.
Realising that neither had spoken for a moment, Ashley reprised her role and let out a small laugh as she got her barista on.
"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you today?" She flashed that genuine smile again.
Spencer caught herself and looked up at the board. After a moment, she realised that she only ever ordered one type of coffee so to ponder would be pointless. She met Ashley's gaze and ordered.
"The old reliable, Americano please."
Ashley nodded at the order and grabbed the largest cup. 'I want her to stay for awhile', she thought to herself.
"Room for milk?"
Spencer nodded and looked over at the selection of muffins and brownies. Her stomach was feeling much more stable, but she really didn't want to risk it. Throwing up in a coffee shop could be the lowest of the low. She took a moment to devour the cakes in her mind before being handed her coffee with yet another dazzling smile.
She watched as Ashley untied her apron and thanked her cover guy. She watched as Ashley strolled over to the table Spencer had chosen. She watched as she slide into her chair. Spencer watched as the muscles in her arms contracted and relaxed with the effort of lifting the cup to her lips. Spencer just watched.
"Soooo, how is that hangover Little Miss Steamer?"
Spencer blushed a little and nervously moved her hair behind her ear. She tilted her head slightly to the side and looked down briefly. "Not great! But deserved I think? I was horrific this morning. Aiden mocked me and it wasn't fun!"
"Aww you poor thing! You were very funny though, if that makes up for it?"
"Were you laughing at me...or with me?! That is the big question!"
Ashley released a melodic chuckle and spencer felt it hit her stomach, which preceeded to somersault while the brunette answered. "Both! When you fell up the step to your door, that was at you! But when you decided to dance on Chelsea like she was your personal pole...that was with you, and Aiden actually."
"I danced...on Chelsea?!" Spencer questioned, a little worried about the answer.
"Yeah" Ashley nodded while sipping her latte, "Rihanna came on and you pounced on the poor girl. You had your hands in her 'fro and everything! You stopped eventually and nearly decked it from laughing!"
"Oh good God!" Spencer was mortified. Her and Chelsea were close but she may have finally overstepped the boundary and Ashley was there to witness it. Oh the humiliation the blonde thought to herself as her head fell into her hands - A feint flush of red rushed to her cheeks
Seeing the girl's discomfort, Ashley changed the topic. "So did you at least have a good night?"
"Yeah" she responded, grateful for the diversion, "It was surprisingly fun, I've never been to that club before so it was a change of scenery."
"It's an experience if nothing else! Can get pretty mental, all those flaming homosexuals trapped together in one building!"
Spencer took a large gulp of coffee and felt the caffeine hit her senses. "Aiden and his great ideas!"
A comfortable silence fell between the two girls for a moment before Spencer piped up. "So, what's your story? How did you find yourself in Los Angeles?"
At that, Ashley raised her eyebrows and puffed out her cheeks. The story of her life was a wild and twisting one, she was unsure how much to reveal to the girl she had known for less than 24hours. She opted for the minor rebellion, Daddy issues version of herself.
"Well, I lived with my Mom and if you knew my Mom, you'd probably accept that as enough of a story!" Spencer chuckled but let the brunette continue "So it's tense enough as it is – I'm 18, stressing out about who I am, what I want, where I'm going and then Step Daddy number 3 comes over, which pisses off Step Daddy number 4…" Ashley pauses as her sweeping hand gestures knock her cell to the floor, raising her t-shirt a little at the back and allowing Spencer to eyeball the celtic tattoo across the bottom of her back, "…and they argue about…my tattoo…"
Ashley slows as she sits back upright and catches Spencer looking at the offending ink. A smile creeps onto her face as the blonde blushes for the millionth time. "You like?"
"I urm, I thought they were legal for over 18's?" Spencer responded without catching the brown eyes.
"Yeah, they are but Mummy Davis likes to keep up appearances and a tattooed daughter does not fit in with that brand! Nothing cool does." She took another sip of her coffee, the cooling liquid lining her dry throat. "Anyway, I couldn't deal with it anymore. I don't do control, so I took off with my Trust Fund straight after, got my own place and landed a job in this classy joint."
Blonde hair flipped forward and backward as the head nodded in understanding. "And you? You seem too normal to be LA born and bred."
Swirling around the wooden stirrer in her now lukewarm liquid, Spencer looked up and latched onto those deep brown eyes. For the girls it felt like hours but was merely a few seconds in the real world. The mix of sky and chocolate made the world flip upside down and do crazy timey whimey wibbly wobbly things to their little bubble.
Blue noticed the small wrinkles at the corner of brown.
Brown saw the sparkle as the sun glinted off blue.
Both sighed a content breath as their tiny moment came to a natural end.
"I'm an Ohio girl at heart. One brother, Mom, Dad and me, it was great for my childhood, I'd never change it but I guess I couldn't stay there. It's too constricting, too slow. I suppose my moving away with my best friend is my version of getting a tattoo!"
"Nice, not quite such a permanent rebellion though."
"and it doesn't look as cool either."
"Bet it hurt a whole lot less!"
"My mum was pretty pissed."
"Mine too!"
The two girls giggled happily at their inane, easy conversation.
"So why LA?" Ashley pushed. Eager to know more and more about this intriguing girl sat across from her.
"Honestly…I don't know. I applied to a few institutions and really didn't care where I went as long as it wasn't possible for my parents to drop in on my unexpectedly!"
"Sounds fair!" Ashley agreed, nodding her head and chugging her coffee.
"So basically, I chickened out and followed Chelsea."
"A solid life plan there Blondie. What is it you do anyway?"
Tilting her head to the side in preparation for the inevitable pity-stare, Spencer furrowed her brows and answered…"Photography" before the sympathy for doing such a naff course came flooding at her, she continued quickly, "but I want to move into film maybe when this course is done, expand my horizons and maybe earn some money at the end of it all!"
She looked up and saw a stunning smile greeting her. It was an unusual occurrence. Normally when she admitted to doing a creative course with minor career opportunities, people would give her the pity look and say supportive things like, 'well at least you're doing something you love', 'aww honey but you've such a clever brain'. Never before had she felt accepted for following her heart, her passion. It was a very welcome change.
"That's awesome. Can I see some of your stuff?"
"Sure, there's an exhibition of my class's work coming up next week actually. But like, I don't expect you to want to come to that, it's lame and totally not your sort of thing!"
"No! Spence" Ashley's hand reached out and tentatively rested on the blonde's, "I'd be honoured."
A loud call out to the brunette broke their reverie. The two girls both wished the time hadn't continued to tick by, bringing Ashley's break to a close and ending their meeting too soon.
The girls said their goodbyes and Spencer began her walk home. Her head was no clearer, her thoughts no less jumbled, but her world seemed brighter. She felt the sun more warmly on her skin, the breeze more delicately swoosh through her hair, heard the lone bird singing more clearly. She wished she had brought her camera with her. She felt inspired, like she was in a Sim World and the little diamond above her head was full and green and glowing and made life easier to handle.
She knew why the world was a better place.
She just didn't understand it.
She just wasn't ready to admit it.
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