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Summary: Post shooting
A/N: The reviews were awesome as always. And guess what?? Read and you'll find out soon enough.
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Great, once again another perfect day of me being alone, this time I actually can go find Spencer though. So why haven't I yet? The plan, naturally I have to top anything I would normally think of cause I saw the look of hurt when Aiden literally shoved her out of the room.
I'm going to be in for one hell of a week. Planning, preparing, making sure no morons disrupt my thoughts. First I guess I could recruit some help from Clay, maybe if I explain to him what happened he could offer some advice. I'm pretty sure Mr. Carlin will be willing to help as well, Paula on the other hand needs to pushed off the face of the planet along with Aiden.
Alright here goes nothing, phase one of operation get the blonde. I causally park my car a block away from her house so that she doesn't see me coming, and walk up to the back door, I had talked to Clay earlier and explained everything over the phone, him being the sweetest guy ever immediately invited me to over talk face to face. I should get him a gift or something one of these days, anyway back to the point, there are a lot of things that we need to do.
Now that every single possible thing is in place, and there are no chances of being interrupted I can go on upstairs. The feeling in my stomach was unbearable, not even when I was shot did I feel so...weird I guess. There really isn't a word to describe this moment, I feel like something will go wrong, but what?
Mr. Carlin is taking care of Satan, by taking her out to a fancy dinner. Glen is according to Clay hanging out with Aiden, I don't like the sound of it but I'll let it go for now. Clay set up and left for Chelsea's, I hope every thing turns out well with those two.
Okay enough time wasting I have to knock on her door, here goes nothing.
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Ashley: Uhh knock, knock?
Spencer: Shouldn't you be busy with Aiden?
Ashley: I guess I deserve that, but no and why would I be anyway if I can be with you?
Spencer: I don't know why don't you tell me? Plus who said I would want to hang with you, how do you know I haven't already moved on? And who the hell let you in?
Ashley: I never wanted to be with Aiden, cause I love you not some idiot from my Sophomore year. I know you don't have any plans because I checked in with your family, that also is who let me in.
Spencer: Well then why when you woke up you called out his name?
Ashley: If I told you promise not to think I'm crazy
Spencer: I cant guarantee that, but lets hear your explanation shall we?
Ashley: Well here goes nothing, when I was in my coma I sorta talked to myself so that I wouldn't be so lonely. I was in the middle of mentally saying "you have to leave us alone Aiden" but as it turns out I actually said the last part out when I got up. I guess I have really bad timing, and I really am sorry, if you give me a chance I promise to make it up to you even if it takes the rest of my now dull life.
Spencer: That is a lot to swallow, and I'll consider thinking about giving you another chance if you promise me one thing.
Ashley: Anything, what ever you want. Hell I'll even shoot Aiden if I have to, just visit me in jail will ya?
Spencer: After all that has happened you cant stop joking can you? Well that's not the point, like I was saying I want you to promise me that you will never talk to yourself again while you're in a coma.
Ashley: Oh, I see you expect me to go into another coma. Here I thought we weren't going to joke around.
Spencer: What ever, but you are on serious and I mean serious probation.
Ashley: Sir.. I mean ma'am yes ma'am, now onto the rest of tonight's plans.
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I pretty much dragged her into the hallway, there was where she saw all the rose petals. An assortment of different colors, leading a winding path down the stairs and into the dinning room. The expression on her face made all the so called wasted time on planning worth it's while, and all the cuts from the damn flowers.
I memorized the look on her face, knowing its going to change as soon as she actually reaches the dinning room table. And of course I'm right, Clay had put candles on the table and lit them, the table was set for two, and there was a fine meal cooked by none other than Mr. Carlin. The aroma filled that room gently lit from the few scattered candles that Clay had said "will melt her heart" Nothing and I mean nothing will ruin us now.
We are about to start on our meal when her stupid cell phone goes off, one of these days I will throw it out of a window. Her face had immediately become grief stricken, this must be that feeling I had in the pit of my stomach before. She turned to me and said three little words "Glen was shot" Well this definitely puts a damper on my plans, I better drive her over to the hospital.
This must suck, having to go to the hospital again. But wait a moment, wasn't Glen with Aiden? This is not going to end pretty I just know it.
A/N Wouldn't you just love to know where Aiden is? Cause you LOVE him so much?