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Part 2...it's not really informational, but I promise the next one will tell a lot :)

Ashley's POV

My feet stomp into Kyla's house as I start heading towards the freezer. I notice Kyla at the top of the steps, slowly coming down the stairs. Acting like a concerned human being, she gasps, "What happened to you?"

I answer back with a wise comment, "Spencer happened to me." Her feet start racing down the stairs as I casually turn into the kitchen.

She insists when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, 'You better put ice on that thing. It's gonna be black and blue if you don't." I stick my head in the freezer door to just stand there, motionless. I never knew Spencer knew how to hit so hard. I grab an ice pack on the right side, in the door, to plant on my face. I close the freezer door to plop myself in a seat. Kyla rips a paper towel from the roll and hands it over to me, "Wrap this around the ice, otherwise you're going to burn your face from the coldness."

"Don't worry, I can't feel anything anyway," I assure in a slurry tone.

She tosses the towel on the table and takes a seat nearest to me. "What happened?"

I answer, "Spencer slapped me for no reason,"

She responds rather quickly, "That's bologna. Spencer doesn't just hit someone like that, and especially not that hard."

I remove the ice from my red face, causing my mouth to droop down. I reveal the truth, "I wanted to apologize to Spencer for everything, but she wouldn't give me the time of day. So my self-contol vanished and I yelled at her for hooking up with Kenny. Then I got this defect on my face." My hand gradually puts the ice back on the affected part. I turn away from the topic, "Where does Spencer live?"

"Same place."

I lean my head back, "In that apartment building near the mall?"

"Mhmm."

I lean forward briskly, tossing the ice pack over to Kyla in the process. "I'll be back in an hour." I start pacing towards the door.

She asks thoughtfully, "You're not going to go over Spencer's, are you?"

I turn around to acknowledge her question, "No. Something better than that."

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Three days later

When you start dressing up in a ridiculous costume, such as a clown, just to be with that special person, even for just a moment, that's when you know you're in love.

After a long search, a couple phone calls, a proper outfit, and appropriate tools for the occasion, I'm standing in front of Spencer's apartment door, in a clown costume, holding off ringing the doorbell. My makeup and costume are flawless, courtesy of Kyla Davies. I have all the necessary objects to pull this off.

Just ring the doorbell, Ashley.

I ring the doorbell like I'm playing ding-dong-ditch, except I'm not ditching…for once.

A few seconds later, my heart stops as soon as I watch Spencer open the door. The rush of being here, but she doesn't kno'w it's actually me, is quite startling to me.

She greets gleefully, "Hello. You must be the clown…well, of course you are." She snickers. "Come in."

She guides my into her apartment that I once stepped foot in, five years ago. There's a few kids here and there, all around the same age as Asher. I observe him popping his head up from the couch and laughing with his friends at the same time. He has a Birthday Boy hat placed on top of his head. I really hope his birthday party turns out the best it can possibly get.

I precautiously walk into the apartment and get déjà vu instantly. Everything is in the same place, just a few things are altered. Toys for Asher are lying around in various areas and party decorations are in appropriate places.

Spencer jolts my concentration, "You can set up over here." She points to an open area with just a small end table and a seat. I set up in my small station to begin an adventure of a lifetime.

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My cover hasn't been blown, yet and I've been here a solid two hours. I hope I can keep this up until I have to leave because maybe, by some slim chance, I could prove to Spencer that I'm a totally different person than I was five years ago. If she is able to realize that, then she might give me a chance to talk to her to apologize for the horrible thing I did to her.

But I'm not concerned with that right now. All my focus is on making sure Asher has the time of his life and making a good impression on Spencer because God knows I need to, which I think I'm succeeding at right now.

All the kids are content, giddy, and hyper all at the same time as they run around with their balloon hats I made them all. Being famous actually became beneficial. I went to so many parties with clowns that made so many balloon animals that they could fill up this whole apartment. Without all of those parties, I'd be out of luck, to say the least.

It's about six in the evening, which means pizza should be here any second, cueing me to leave the premises. The party ends at seven, but it'll go a little longer than that, making sure all the kids get home safe and sound.

After Spencer finishes decorating and setting the long kitchen table with a table cover, party plates, napkins, and cups, I question, "Would you like me to clean up now so I can be out before the pizza arrives?"

"No, you don't have to rush. Take your time. Actually, if you'd like, there's going to be plenty of food here. You can help yourself to some," she replies curteously.

"Thanks for the offer, but I have another party after this I got to get to," I lie.

She responds disappointedly, "Oh ok. You've been so great with the kids, I just wanted to repay you somehow."

I wave my hand at her and scoff my voice, "Nah, it's my pleasure. Your kid's the cutest thing by the way."

"Oh stop being nice," Spencer scoffs.

"I'm serious. I've never had a more easy-to-please kid than him."

Spencer smiles widely. "Well, thank you."

"No problem." A few seconds go by as both of us glance at the ecstatic kids around the small area. "I should really get going. Sorry to ask you, but may I use your bathroom?"

She gestures kindly, "Yes. It's at the end of the hall on the right." She points towards the only hall in the apartment.

The beautiful thing about that question is if I didn't ask that, and just used the bathroom, Spencer would've caught on and asked how I knew where everything was. My cover would be blown, Spencer would really never talk to me again and that would be the end of it…for good.

You are one smart cookie, Ashley. That deserves a pat on the back.

"Thank you." I slowly walk towards the bathroom, pretending like I've never been in this apartment before, but that's the farthest from the truth. I used to call this place my second home.

I step onto the tile flooring and turn on the switch on my left. I shut and lock the door to get a little bit of solitude. I stand in front of the mirror, leaning on the sink to examine myself. My wig is gradually slipping off my head, slowly revealing my real head of hair. My prefectly assembled make up is dripping a bit from performing in this awfully hot costume Kyla made me. And to make matters worse, my squeezable nose is no longer squeezable. Nothing like putting a damper on my attitude.

Standing for quite some time, I realize my accomplishment. I can't believe I pulled off this whole thing, but people tend to do crazy things for someone they love.

And I do love me some Spencer…when she doesn't beat the crap out of me.

I pace out of the bathroom, wrapping arouind a different way than when I went it. The noise has dimmed down considerably. Spencer speaks in the back room, towards the kitchen. I can't help but creep towards the kitchen to get close enough to eavesdrop on her conversation with whoever it may be.

In a sarcastic tone, she speaks, "No, no it's alright. You don't need to make your son's birthday party, even though he is your son and you agreed to—." A moment goes by. "Hello? Hello? Bastard hung up on me." I hear Spencer put the phone back in the stand violently.

She's got one thing right—Kenny is a bastard.

I walk out into the party area, where I meet Spencer. She rushes quickly, "Before you go, how much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. It's on me."

She insists, "Oh don't be silly. Really, what do I owe you?"

I lie just to get her to shut up, "50."

She questions as she counts out the correct amount, "That's it?"

I answer simply, "Yup." She hands over the money, which I reluctantly take from her hands, but I know I'll give it back to her later, when the real party starts.

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I went back to Kyla's place to fully wash up, revive myself, change into a nice, appropriate outfit and grab Asher's birthday presents. I figured I would give Spencer a good half an hour to deal with the routy kids making a mess with pizza and cup cakes.

I'm hungry now.

I race down the stairs, saying goodbye on the way out, "See ya later Kyla! Wish me luck!"

She utters something she doesn't think I would hear, "Oh I wll. You're gonna need it."

I murmur even softer, "Thanks for the support Kyla."

I race over to Spencer's to make it there just in time. I park in a spot and take out the Spongebob gift I picked out. Every kid likes Spongebob, don't they?

I race up to the building and to the front of her apartment door. I'm in the same position I was three hours ago. Standing in the doorway, looking snappy, with all the required equipment for a good night, but I'm scared out of my pants something is going to go wrong.

Just ring the doorbell, Ashley.

I place my shaky finger on the ringer to slowly push it in, holding it for a while. I'm worried to let go because that just means I'm that much closer to Spencer opening the door to yell at me to get out.

Spencer opens the door cautiously to eventually reveal me fully. She quickly shuts the door in my face before I can even muster out a word. This time I knock on the door. She opens it once again, after a good amount of time though.

She questions rudely, "What do you want?"

I go off topic, "You know whats scary? A complete robber could've come in here, pretending to be a clown for Asher's birthday party, only to rob you of all you have."

She scoffs with an attitude, "What are you talking about?"

I disclose everything, "I was just here for about two hours, dressed up as a clown, entertaining these kids with balloons and magic tricks, along with corny jokes that I'm glad they all laughed at. And you didn't even know it was me."

She gasps and then raises her voice at me oncer again, "Get out, Ashley. I can't believe you went behind my back and did something like that!"

Poiting out the obvious, I reply with a smart comment, "What harm did it cause? None. In fact, I even made you smile with my jokes. That smile that you used to make only around me. I even made you laugh to the point where tears almost came down your face because it was so funny to you. So please Spencer, what harm did I cause?"

She sighs, which tells me she's given up trying to find bad in me, for now at least. She goes back to her previous attitude, "What's the bag for?"

"It's Asher's birthday present. It's a Spongebob playdoh set. If he doesn't like this, I've got Transformers, Spiderman and Batman if he doesn't like this."

"I don't know what to do with you Ashley," she sighs out loudly.

I suggest in an irresistible tone, "How about you let me in?"

She gives into me, opening the door wider. I get a full view of the place once again. The kids are all seated at the table contently, most of them with cupcake all over their faces. Asher is seated at the head of the table, so he instantly gets a glimpse of me entering the apartment. He runs up with his hat and cake-filled hands, expressing excitedly, "Ashley!" He wraps his arms around my waist, but not letting his hands splatter onto my outfit.

I rub the top of his hand, playing around with him. "Hey there. Guess what? I've got a present for you."

He gasps, jumping up and down anxiously, "What is it? What is it?"

I joke around and tell a little white lie, "I'm not sure. Somebody left it at my house and told me to give it to you." I hand him over the bag. The second he gets his little hands on it, he peaks into the bag. I rush, "But you can't open it now. Open it after all the other presents are opened."

"Okay," he answers simply and runs away to put the bag with the other boxes, bags and cards.

I take in a deep breath with a smile then I glance back at Spencer who doesdn't seem pleased or mad. I know that look. The "what am I gonna do with you" look, which, for Spencer, that means "I really want to forgive you, but I'm reluctant."

Operation Win Spencer Over is now finally working.

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Around 8:30

The last kid just left with her dad who was running late from work. Nice guy. I can still smell his cologne around the entrance.

That's besides the fact. The past couple hours here have been a lot of fun. Spencer and I didn't talk too much because our concerns were based on the kids, especially making sure no one had a bad time or broke anything. I think Asher and I clicked in the mean time, even if Spencer and I didn't.

Spencer shuts the door slowly as the last guest leaves. She turns around with a haggard face from all the excitement and entertaining. She expresses with a fatigued voice, "I didn't know a party was so much work."

"Ditto."

Spencer laughs quietly. "Now the fun begins…cleaning."

Without saying anything, I grab a big, black garbage bag to start throwing away items on the table. Spencer asserts, "No, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. Go home and sleep. You've had a busy day."

I reassure as I toss plates and plastic utensils into the bag, "Don't be silly. Go rest. I'll take care of everything." She beams her eyes at Asher, who is very contently sitting on the couch, watching a re-run of Spongebob. I can tell she really wants to crash on the couch next to Asher, even if it's only 8:30. She's wiped out. "Besides, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now."

She cracks a smile towards me as she slides her feet across the floor, over to the couch to drop herself onto the comfortable surface. Oh how badly I want to lie with her.

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It took me about a good fifteen minutes to clean up everything. Every toy, piece of food and gift wrapping visible to the human eye. I bring out all the garbage I created to the dumpster on the lower level.

I drag myself back up to Spencer's apartment, walking in there, immediately noticing the both of them completely passed out. Asher is comfortably craddled between Spencer's legs with his hat still on securely.

I close the door, gradually shuffling my feet towards Asher. I pull him up gently off of Spencer's body. I carry him over to his bedroom. I smoothly lay him down on the bed. I switch the light on so I can have some sort of view of where things could be. I search his drawers for pajamas. I try to pick out the most matching set I can find. I strip him of his clothes and hat to put on more comfortable wear while he sleeps. I put the dirty clothes in the hamper and his hat on his dresser. I tuck him in, making sure he's in there securely and comfortably.

I walk out, turning off the light. My feet pace around the couch to face Spencer directly. I say soothingly as I bend over, "Spencer. Spencer, why don't you go to bed so you're relaxed?"

After a few moments, she opens her eyes completely, struggling to stand up. I help her up, but she continues towards her bedroom. I'm not going to change her because that's where I draw the line. I would end up getting beat again, but by Sleepy Spencer, which is a lot more violent than Awake Spencer. Spencer states groggily, "Thanks for everything, Ashley."

"No problem. Sleep well." I stand still as I watch her carefully walk into her bedroom.

I start searching for paper and a pen to leave a simple note. I write, on the counter, "Had a great time. Hope to see you around." I lay the fifty dollars slightly tucked underneath the note. I put the pen back in the container.

Grabbing my purse on the way out, I shut off all the lights to the apartment, as well as the TV and shut the door.

I scoff under my breath, "She's so in love with me."

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