Hi all! Chapter 8, Woop there it is!


Chapter 8 - Boy Love

Ashley had a spring in her step on Saturday. She had happily gone along with Spencer's clear display of 'I am not gay, we're just friend and I swear I don't want to rip your clothes off, much' game and for the most part, it had worked.

Not trying too hard to win a girl over had allowed Ashley's gentle nature and honest personality to shine through. She didn't have to peacock around to get this girls attention. Just by being a girl and being herself, she had gained the trust of a very attractive blonde.

Carrying a tray of mugs through to the kitchen, she felt her cell vibrate in her pocket. Her heart did a little skip at the thought of it being Spencer.

"I'm excited to see you x"

She smiled to herself and quickly replied while placing the tray in front of the sink. "Me too, you'll be great. x"

It had been a busy shift. Saturday's always brought out the worst in people. It was like all the expectations of the weekend fell into the shoulders of this one day and it couldn't quite take it.

The families with the screaming kids, the occasional student on a study break, every single Yuppie in the state and an old couple who wanted to be rebellious and splash out on a coffee they hadn't brewed themselves. All had waited in the never ending queue, getting more impatient by the second.

But Ashley didn't mind. It was quiet now and she was getting to see Spencer tonight. She was considering it a third date. The first being the hero-evening, the second was the coffee and tonight was the big one. Whether Spencer saw the dates in the same way was another question. She had loosened up over the week. Being more relaxed, less edgy, allowing herself to just be.

As Ashley continued to wash mugs and plates, a second buzz from her pocket drew her out of her reverie. She dried her hands on the bum pockets of her jeans and looked at her cell. It was a text from a number she didn't recognise.

"I'm at your Starbucks, can you give me 5 minutes?"

Genuinely confused and feeling a little stalked, the brunette checked her face in the mirror, then peaked carefully around the doorframe. And there he was, in all his beautiful camp glory.

"Hi Aiden."

"Hi Ashley."

"I assume it was you who text me?" She glanced around at the almost empty room and gestured to a nearby table.

"Yeah I stole your number from Spencer's phone." They both settled into their seats as he blushed ever so slightly.

"You're a modern day 007 eh?"

Shrugging, he responded, "Yeah well, Spencer's my girl."

"Oh, that's what this is about? You giving me the talk already?"

"I'm hoping it doesn't need saying"

Aiden had woken that morning to the sound of his flatmate singing in the shower. She never did that. He just lay there and listened. The blonde seemed so happy the last week, she was like a new person.

Chelsea had been right.

The Afro had called him out on his teasing and begged the boy to stay quiet, wanting Spencer to have time to figure it out. "We've always known Aid, deep down. So let's not be surprised now it's confirmed. We already love her, lets allow her to explore it for herself - in peace!"

He had agree of course. He might be gay himself, but girl-brain-drama wasn't something he was equipped to handle. So for the last week he had only talked about the brunette who had exploded into Spencer's life, when she had come up in conversation. He remained neutral, bit his tongue, he followed orders.

But last night, Spencer had come home from a mini photo-sesh and was glowing, now she was singing in the shower! He was scared that if things went wrong, no amount of Ben and JErry's would fix it - he had considered intravenous injections of the stuff as an option, but the health implications were a little hazy.

The shower had shut off and he'd rolled out of bed just in time to catch her dancing out of the steamy room.

"Hi Spence."

"Jesus Aid, you scared the shit out of me!" She wrapped her towel around herself more securely, "good morning Mr Creepy."
"Good morning Beautiful" he leaned against his doorframe and returned her smile, "you happy Spence?"

She pulled the towel out of her hair and shook out long damp locks, then looked at him honestly. "I am, very."

There was a non-awkward silence as both shared a moment. He didn't need to ask why and she didn't need to explain why. The boy just held out his arms and let the only girl he'd ever truly loved, walk into his embrace. He held her tightly, expressing everything that didn't need saying and kissed the top of her head.

As she turned to walk to her room he gently slapped her towel clad ass, making her jump. "Go get dressed you famous photographer skank!"

And that's how he had found himself sneaking into Spencer's room while she ate breakfast, finding her phone and stealing the number. Ultimately, ending up at the coffee shop to speak to the girl in question.

"No, it doesn't need saying, but say it anyway, I know you want to."

He looked up and into deep brown eyes. He understood how Spencer fell so fast. This girl was stunning and could say exactly the right thing. He smiled. "I really don't want to. I just feel like I need to. Not that anything I say will affect a thing, I just…"

"I know," she cut in, "go ahead. Tell me that if I hurt your girl you'll bitch slap me into next decade."

He took the hand in front of him and held it gently. Suddenly serious. "I wouldn't, I don't need to threaten you. Besides, I'm a lover, not a fighter. I'm not here to scare you into treating her right, if that needs to happen then you really should get out now because you're not good enough for her."

Ashley dropped her eyes, touched by the love dripping from every one of the boy's words.

"She is so special Ashley."

"I know." She muttered.

" But, she's so little, ya know?! She's strong and fiercely loyal and the best friend you could ever ask for! You you are new for her, you understand?"

She looked up and nodded.

"Spencer is vulnerable now. She doesn't do vulnerable, so please protect it. Hold it gently and let it grow ok? I've heard all about you lesbians," he joked lightly, "a tornado of hormones and PMT and over-thinking stuff. Just, if you have to hurt her, don't be a dick like the rest seem to be."

"I won't hurt her Aiden.""

"Don't make promises you can't keep hunny. Just try to love her like me and Chelsea do. Respect her heart."

He patted her hand, satisfied that his words had cleansed his soul and come across properly. Standing up, he hugged the smaller girl and smiled. He turned to leave and headed to the door, calling back over his shoulder he winked and said "I'll see you tonight babes."

And there he was gone.

The Boy who loved her.


Next it's the show. Please review and let me know what you think. It helps focus my head and know what you want to see next :)