"You know, you could've just told me that you wanted to come back home. I mean, I know you're still too traumatized to do anything remotely sexual with the prospect of mom walking in on us." She chuckles as she follows me into our house.
"Shut up, that is not why I wanted to come back here." I retort.
"Than why did you?" She pouts as she starts tugging me closer by the belt loops of my jeans,"We were having plenty of fun before that stupid call of yours."
"And we will continue having plenty of fun right here." I whisper huskily, "Tell you what; you go to the bedroom to get yourself ready for the night of your dreams and I'll grab something quick from the kitchen."
"The night of my dreams, huh? You really do think of yourself very highly, don't you Miss Davies?" She teases before she leans closer and places a lingering kiss on my pulse point.
"Hmm, I won't be the only who thinks highly of me after tonight. Trust me." I add with a wink. "Now, get yourself ready woman!"
"Well, somebody is eager." She tells me as she slowly backs away from me, letting her hands leave mine only at the very last moment.
"Can you blame me?" I tell her with a grin.
"Hurry up." She whispers seductively before she slowly starts strutting her away up on the stairs.
I have to say that I'm only human and a boldly seductive Spencer is very arousing to say the least. But this is something that I cannot ruin now by my excessive hormones. So I patiently wait at the end of the staircase banister like a good girl for Spencers' cue so I can head up. Right now she's probably by the start of the hallway, she flickers the light switch on, walks slowly towards our room with a silly smile on her face, stops midway there to look at some goofy pictures of ours as teenagers that are decorating the wall, walks away from the pictures and enters our bedroom, flickers the switch on and heads to our bed and then-
"Ashley?!"
Yes, my cue indeed.
"Yes, dahlin'?" I drawl out in a exaggerated southern accent. I don't even bother to head upstairs, since the distinctive sound of pounding feet tell me that she's already on her way back. She's on top of the staircase before I know it and I eagerly await her reaction.
"Why is my wedding dress sprawled on our bed when it's still supposed to be cut and altered." She asks me fuming. "Did you do this? Because you know we barely have time before the wedding and Jean-Claude told me that it would only be ready the day before the wedding. Now, it's not going to get ready and everybody will see how it does not fit and they'll start talking about how fat I am and-"
"Spencer-"
"And you know how my relatives back in Ohio are just dying to slam me down-"
"Spencer!" I shout in attempt to finally end her monologue.
"What?" She asks me irritated.
"It's already done." I clarify to her.
"What? That's impossible. Jean-Claude said that he was overloaded with work and that it would only get ready in three weeks." She tells me with absolute conviction.
"Well, you'd be amazed how fast Jean-Claude works when he sees a couple of more figures on his paycheck." I chuckle as I see her sheepishly looking over at me when realization finally dawns on her.
"Oh. I didn't know that." She mutters self-consciously.
"No shit?" I tell her amused, "Come're." I say sweetly, trying to make her feel a little better. She slowly trudges down the steps, clearly admonishing herself in her head already. She eventually stops on the last step, right across me, and nervously starts scratching the back of her neck.
"Spencer-" I try to say before she cuts me short .
"I know, I'm totally OCD over this! It's just, It's our wedding you know." She explains me in aggravated voice. Aggravated at her own behavior, instead of mine this time around.
"Spencer, I don't mind really." I smile as I brush my thumb over her pouting lip. "I just called him when you were sleeping and I had him work on it a little faster –with the needed care of course- and I asked Kyla to pick it up and bring it here."
"That's sweet. I know you told me that you wanted to organize the wedding yourself, but it's still far off. You really shouldn't have done that." She sighed as she put her hands on my hips.
"Uh, yeah I should've." I deadpan.
"And why's that?" She asks me with the hint of a smile.
"Because, I'm not about to marry you in those jeans and that shirt." I tell her in a fake disgust. Truth is, I think Spencer looks best in casual attire. Especially if it fits her form so well.
"What the hell are you talking about now, Davies?" She asks me warily.
"We're getting married." I simply say not able to withhold my grin any longer.
"Uh, yeah I thought that fact was established already. You know I squealed and jumped in your arms and whatnot. Are you losing your memory already?" She coos while petting the top of my head.
"I mean now, doofus. We're marrying tonight!" I shriek and slightly jump up and done.
"That's not funny." She frowns.
"It's not meant to be funny, I'm serious."
"You're kidding me right?"
"Baby no. I'm serious, we're getting married tonight. I set it all up while you were sleeping." I explain, not liking her sudden quiet demeanor.
"You mean, I've been trying to organize a wedding for the last two weeks and I got a half-priced rabbi and a Chuck E. Cheese –cake and you set up a whole wedding in two hours?" She asks me in shock and complete disbelief.
"Four hours actually, you're quite the napper I must say. Tell me who's my Wittle Sweep Champion?" I in turn fuss too as I ruffle her hair a bit.
"That's not the point! How could you plan a wedding just like that without telling me?! I mean, who's going to be there? Where-"
"Spencer." I say collected in attempt to try and stop her rant again. This seems to be happening a whole lot lately."
"I still have to lose two pounds! Look at me I'm a mess! I still have make-out hair for Heavens' sake. How am I-"
"Spencer!"
"What?!" She yells as she fixes her gaze on me.
"Will you relax just a moment?" I ask her quietly.
"You're asking me to relax? I'm about to attend a wedding I just find out about and I'm the freakin' bride." She continues yelling with now frantic hand movements for extra dramatic effect.
"Look, stop it! Stop stressing out. That's exactly why I've been hiding out these last few days, you've been a non-stop stress-maniac who can't seem to calm herself down for one second." I tell her with a slightly raised voice, knowing that if I don't than I'll lose any chance of explaining it to her.
"Bu-"
"No, let me finish. We don't need fancy wedding venues or buttercream wedding cakes or half-priced rabbis. We just need us, okay? I didn't propose to you so we could have the wedding everybody will keep talking about. I proposed because I am so ridiculously in love with you and I want to share the rest of my life with you. I just wanted to have a little ceremony amongst us because we are all that matters." I tell her earnestly.
"But my parents-"
"Organized half of the wedding and are already waiting on us."
"And Kyla-"
"Organized the other half. She's here too. And so is Glen and Chelsea and mom and whoever that needs to be here." I tell her as I brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
"And where-"
"At the beach. Right here. Everything's ready, Spence." I assure her.
"This is really happening tonight, isn't it?" She asks me bashfully, ducking her head in the process.
"Only if you want it too." I say as I urge her to look at me, with the touch of a hand." I don't want to see your pouty face on every picture later on." I joke.
"Hey, you love my pouty face." She huffs before pouting again for emphasis.
"I do."
"Practicing for the ceremony already, aren't we?" She smiles cheekily.
"Oh, you think you've got me all figured out, huh?" I jokingly taunt her as I reach for her sides. "Got it figured out now?" I say as I relentlessly start tickling them.
"No, aaaah! Ashley, stop it! I'm serious!" She breathes out in between the hysterical laughing.
"What? More you say?" I say as I begin intensifying my attack. She desperately tries to swat my prying fingers away, but she only ends up squirming herself down the stairs and she's soon followed by me. I settle myself more comfortably on top of her and slowly let the giggles die down. Our breath is still ragged as we intently start looking at each other. She then brings her hand up and lovingly cups my cheek. I take this chance to shift my face a bit and softly kiss the palm of her hand.
"Why now?" She asks me softly. "I mean, you could've waited at least a few days."
"I don't know." I tell her earnestly. "I guess, I didn't really wanted to wait any longer. Besides, I want to marry you upon the sand and underneath the stars. Or star, considering we're in L.A." I smile.
"You're perfect, you know that?" She barely whispers, not once daring to pry her eyes away from mine. " I've been acting like a complete madwoman and driving you crazy and you're just you being all … perfect."
"I've just tickled you to death, woman! Now I don't know under what category that qualifies, but I'm pretty sure it's not perfect." I joke lightly.
"What's up with you calling me "woman" today? You never call me that." She laughs as she shifts her hand from my cheek to the back of my neck. She lightly starts playing with the little hairs there and I instantly feel goose bumps rising on my bare arms.
"I don't know. Comes with the marital status I guess." I shrug indifferently.
"Oh does it know?" She smiles mischievously.
"Yes, it does." I grin right back while closing the distance between us.
"Well, I guess then I'll-"
"Oh for the love of God, get a room!" A very familiar voice screeches from behind us. I roll my eyes, quickly kiss Spencer on the lips and heave a heavy sigh as I stand up.
"Whatever, Madison. This is my house and if I wanna grope my girl on the stairs, than I grope her on the stairs." I say irritated before giving Chelsea a welcoming wink, who seems to be very amused by it all.
"Exactly, just don't do it when you invite people over." She snarls in her ever-annoying-voice.
"Slut."
"Whore."
"Wannabe Dancequeen."
"Wannabe Rockstar."
"Aaaah, I missed this." I sigh contently as I reach for the hand of a confused Spencer to help her on her feet.
"Girl, me too. You'd think there would be enough spiteful bitches backstage, but none of their venom sting as much as yours." She tells me sincerely.
"Aww, thank you Maddy." I coo as I place my hand on my heart in pride. "There's no spiteful bitch quite like you either."
"Ok, do you guys need or room or something." Chelsea suddenly pipes up as she warily looks back and forth between us.
"Yeah, you are marrying me right?" Spencer asks me suspiciously.
"Unfortunately," I sigh, "Apparently, I can't back out after proposing and organizing a wedding and whatnot. And to think that I just proposed to you so I could get inside your pants."
"Shut up." She laughs quietly as starts tugging my by my belt loops again. Did I mention that I find that extremely sexy? "You proposed to me because I'm so damn amazing." She says as she continues tugging me towards her, until I'm fully pressed to her body.
"Oh, did I know?" I grin as I engage myself into another one of our playful games.
"Yes, you did." She tells me huskily as she lowers her head and starts nipping the base of my neck.
"Uh, guys?" Chelsea nervously interrupts our little interaction. It's remarkable how quickly I forget the presence of any other people when this girl steals all of my attention so effortlessly. I feel Spencer smile as she buries her face in the crook of my neck, seemingly annoyed at yet another interruption tonight.
"Where's Madison?" I ask after finally managing to take my eyes off of Spencer and focus on Chelsea instead.
"She left towards the kitchen at the mention of you getting inside Spencer pants." She chuckles as she shakes her head a bit. Spencer then finally decides to face Chelsea when she turns around in my arms.
"Not to sound cruel or anything but, what the hell are you guys doing here?" Spencer deadpans.
"Is that the way you talk to your bridesmaids?" Madison's manages to say in between chewing as she walks into the living room, "You should know better, Spencer." She says as she points to her with a chicken leg.
"Where did you get that?" I ask her unnecessarily.
"Refrigerator." She shrugs.
"Well, make yourself at home then." I tell her in a voice that oozes sarcasm.
"Hell yeah I am. I'm going to try and stop your girlfriend from becoming the Runaway Bride – which I would completely understand – so expect to miss large portions of food from your kitchen." She warns me dead-seriously
I'm about to answer her a witty and slightly offending remark myself before Chelsea cuts me short again.
"People, there's no time for making out or petty High School battles-"
"Hey, our battles were never petty!" Madison yells before taking another bite of her chicken leg.
"You tell her, Barbie." I encourage her and she lifts her chicken leg in acknowledgement.
"There's still a wedding that needs to happen. So, Madison throw away that greasy piece of chicken and get your ass down here. Ashley, get your ogling eyes away from Spencers' ass and go get ready in the studio. Kyla's waiting for you there." Chelsea orders in robotic fashion.
Spencer turns around smirking, catching me still checking out her backside. I expect an admonishing remark but I'm met with sultry gaze instead.
"Spencer, not helping!" Chelsea suddenly screams.
"Alright, alright I'm gone. Sheesh, who died and made you queen of the day." I sighs exaggerated as I make my way towards the door. But not before stopping one last time by Spencer.
"Don't miss me too much." I whisper in her ear.
"I won't." She tells me apathetically.
"Oh, you won't huh?" I ask as a goofy smile lights up my face again.
"No, I won't." She smiles sweetly.
"I swear to God, Ashley. If you don't get out right now, I'll kick you out myself." Chelsea sternly warns as she steps closer. I speedily head towards the door before stopping myself midway, risk my life by going back and swiftly kiss Spencer's cheek. I'm out the door by the time Chelsea lets out her intimidating grumble.
I used my studio for a lot of things, but I never thought it would ever serve as my personal dressing room for my own wedding. Make up – products, clothes, endless hair products and stuff of which I don't even know their purpose of; all of them are scattered across the whole room … and I love it. I never thought I'd ever be the type that would get giddy just moments before her wedding. Hell, I never thought I would even be the wedding-type. But that's just the thing with Spencer. Always bringing out facets out of me, I never knew that even existed. There used to be a time when I was a completely different me – in a good kind of way - when in her presence. Now, I'm simply different at all times. Sure, I can still be an ass and I'll always be an obnoxious egomaniac, but there's a difference in it all and I'm not scared of it anymore. This is who I want to be and she's the one who I want to share with it all. My inner musings are interrupted by the sound of an opening door.
"It's about damn time you came. What took you so long?"
"Well I would've come earlier if you had let this brother know about your little plans."
I immediately turn my desk chair around at the familiar voice and jump out of it as soon as I see his face.
"Oh my God, Sean!" I squeal, before quickly leaping into his arms.
"That's my name." He chuckles as he hugs my tightly.
"I can't believe you made it!" I breathe out disbelievingly, still holding tightly to his frame.
"Well, no thanks to you. You're just lucky I was already on my way down here to check out some projects. And here I thought I was special." He tells me after we finally part.
"I'm sorry but I just decided earlier today and Spencer only found out an hour ago." I explain.
"Yeah, there always has to be something mysterious and special around it all if it's an Ashley Davies' production."
"You know it." I grin as I softly punch him square in the shoulders.
"Hey, don't be working out your nerves on me, woman." He admonishes while he rubs his shoulder in mock hurt.
So, that's where the woman's are coming from.
"Psh, Ashley Davies does not know the term nerves." I scoff at him and square my shoulders a bit in attempt to look collected and cool.
He just keeps staring at me with a knowing face and crosses his arms until I finally relent.
"Okay, maybe I'm just a little bit nervous. But it's the good kind of nervous." I quietly admit. "God, I still can't believe you're here. I really thought, I had to walk down the aisle alone."
"You can't have a wedding without your Best Man now, can't you?" He says as he pops his collar a bit. "Certainly not, when they're looking this fine." He continues, putting a hand beneath his chin and starts posing in front of an imaginary camera.
"Whatever, sometimes I think you're more conceited than I am." I joke lightly.
Sean and I became closer throughout the years. I had known him in High School of course, but we never really went further than being acquaintances. That all changed once he started helping out Spence a bit during college with her work. Spencer was an eager photography student that wanted to get the experience she needed outside of school and Sean had some pretty nice connections with some local underground magazines. I always felt that he wanted to be there for Spencer at all times and make sure she was okay. Partly because he thought that he might fill up the void of Clay a bit, but mostly because he was just that kind of guy. And while he tried to look out for her we started bonding, because I was looking the do the same thing. We started hanging out whenever he was in town and he was a consistent guest at our place for some notorious poker-nights. But most of all we connected on a lot of levels and had endless discussions about classic movies and undergrounds artists. Discussions that I couldn't have with anybody else, not even Spencer considering her very girl-next-door taste. And before I knew it, Sean became my best friend.
"Now you know that's a flagrant lie." He says with a cocked eyebrow.
"It's a lie," I tell him with a smile. "I'm really glad you're here." I say sincerely.
"I'm glad I'm here too. She's good for you and you're …" He pauses a moment as he points a finger to me, " … completely whipped from what I heard." He laughs.
"Shut up!" I yell, while swatting his arm. "I'm barely whipped, just very loyal and obedient and romantic at most."
"Oh, that's all?" He scoffs.
"That's all." I grin in response.
"Well, I'm just glad you two are getting hitched. God knows that if you didn't the universe would've exploded or something." He sighs exasperated.
"Oh is that a new movie script of yours?" I ask in a fake innocent tone.
"Very f-" His words are interrupted by the booming entrance of Kyla.
"Oh my God Ashley, you will not believe how Spencer- oh Sean hi!" She suddenly lets out embarrassed. "I didn't know you were here."
"Well aren't I the mystic persona today. Nobody seems to be expecting me." He grins and gives her a wink.
Kyla suddenly starts some girly giggling, before snorting half-way through it and muttering a self-conscious sorry.
"Well, I'm going to leave you two very lovely ladies alone. Ashley, you just holla at me when you need me." He tells me before leaning in for one last hug.
"Kyla, I guess I'll see you out front." He smiles slyly before seeing himself out.
I shift myself towards my goofily grinning sister, who's still looking at the door Sean just exited.
"You so love him." I deadpan.
"What? No! I do not!" She sputters as she starts blushing even more.
"Oh please, you look like you wanna have his babies or something." I tell her, rolling my eyes at her attempt to hide her crush.
"You're being ridiculous. What makes you think I even like him that way."
"Oh wait, lemme see." I say pensively, "Stupid giggling? Check. Cheeks redder than a tomato? Check. Snorting? Which, seriously is not sexy. Check. Goofy grin? Check. Yeah, I think I have a right to think so. And don't even make me check your disgusting sweaty palms." I say as I put my hands on my hips.
"That doesn't even mean a thing. I mean, when … you… there's –"
"Incoherent rambling? Check." I continue relentlessly.
"Okay, okay! I might like him just a teensy weensy." She says while holding out her fingers, showing me just how little she really likes him. Yeah, right.
"Kyla and Sean sitting in a tree-" I start singing tauntingly.
"Aaaah! Shut up! Shut up!" She squeals while covering her ears with her hands.
"Making l-u-r-v-e." I continue, now singing on top of my lungs.
"You're the suckiest sister ever. And it doesn't even matter that I like him anyway."
"And why's that?"
"Cause you're the one that's whipped." She quickly says before squealing her way away from me, afraid of getting a last minute sisterly beat-up.
"For the last time, I am not whipped!"
Congrats to SuperGirl06 for seeing through Ashley's plans. You were the only one to figure it out both here and on the Spashley-board ;)