if we're being honest, i'm lame. it's been forever since i've updated. and this is kinda short.
in between watching brunch with bridget and this just out [if you haven't seen or heard of these, check them out at afterellen. they're amazing. and the spashley brunch with bridget is just amazing!] i managed to shove this chapter out.
i'll admit, it's a total filler. however, i did feel it was necessary to see spashly interact a tad bit more before dinner. so, i'll stop babbling now.
oh. the good news about this story is that my first year of university is coming to a close in the next month, so i will be able to focus on this more.
enjoyyyyyy.
Disclaimer: And if it's still surprising to you, like it is to me, no I do not own South of Nowhere, or Athlete, or, well pretty much anything. Just me, my laptop, my spiffy ass sunglasses. oh and i don't own brunch with bridget, or this just out. in case that was a concern. lol.
Ashley and Spencer had been cooking for the better part of an hour and had successfully created a meal that could feed a whole football team, when Spencer suddenly burst out in a fit of giggles.
'What?' Ashley asked, completely oblivious as to what Spencer was laughing about.
'Oh, nothing.' Spencer got out between her fits of laughter.
'Do not make me use your middle name.' Ashley threatened.
'You wouldn't.' Spencer stared straight in to Ashley's eyes.
'I would if I was provoked. Now tell me what you were laughing at, or I might just be provoked.' Ashley said while raising an eyebrow.
'I don't think you would, and it's way more amusing to just laugh at you.' Spencer began laughing again.
'I warned you. Spencer Madonna Carlin tell me what you are laughing at or you will be sorry!' Ashley threatened again, stifling her giggles at using the blonde's nickname.
Spencer had immediately turned bright red upon hearing her middle name. It honestly was not her fault that her mother had been obsessed with Madonna in the 80's and refused to change her mind on Spencer's middle name, thank the universe that her father had an obsession with Spencer Tracy or her name could have been so much worse.
'I can't believe you just said that out loud, I told you that in secrecy!' Spencer squealed.
'I told you not to provoke me.' Ashley replied.
'Oh, I'm gonna provoke you alright.' Spencer said as she grabbed a hand full of flour and threw it at Ashley.
Ashley, who was covered in flour, stared at Spencer in shock. 'I can't believe you just did that, you are so dead.'
Spencer quickly moved around the kitchen attempting to find anything to block herself with as Ashley grabbed anything off of the counter to launch at Spencer.
The girls had been going on for a couple of minutes when they heard somebody clearing their throat behind them. They both looked up from what they were currently doing to see who the intruder was.
'You guys do know that you're cleaning that up before the Carlin's get here, right?' Kyla asked while she took in her surroundings. There was flour everywhere, including Ashley and Spencer.
'Uh, sorry Kyla, we just kind of got caught up.' Spencer attempted to explain.
'It was her fault!' Ashley had blurted out at the same time that Spencer was trying to explain.
'It so was not! You used my middle name!' Spencer argued.
'You were laughing at me and wouldn't tell me why. I warned you about your middle name, and then BAM! Out of nowhere you freaking launch flour at me!' Ashley argued back.
The two began to bicker about whose fault it was until Kyla finally got fed up and interrupted them.
'I swear, you guys haven't changed one bit. You're like freaking 11 year olds.' Kyla laughed.
The two stopped arguing and finally looked at each other. Both were covered in flour and dough from the biscuits. Vegetables were strewn everywhere throughout the kitchen and Spencer was using a cutting board as a shield.
'Well, I always said I was a Toys R' Us kid.' Ashley started laughing, Spencer joining soon after.
'Alright you two, it's time for some separation. Spencer you're parents are going to be here anytime, you need to go get cleaned up. You can use my bathroom and pick some clothes out from my closet.'
'Okay mom.' Spencer exaggerated as she stood up and began walking up the stairs.
Ashley began to move around the kitchen cleaning things up.
'And you, drop the celery stick, you have some explaining to do.' Kyla instructed.
'Explaining? I thought I told you what happened, or did that not go through your thick skull?' Ashley joked, attempting to avoid the conversation she was about to have.
'You know what I'm talking about so don't play dumb.' Kyla simply stated.
'I don't know Kyla. Nothing is going on, she's with Felisha, and I just want my best friend back. It's been so long since I've been happy, and if friendship is on the table, then I'm going to take it.' Ashley explained.
'Ashley, you and I both know that that's not all that is going through that brain of yours.'
'Kyla, just leave it, okay? We're friends, nothing more.' Ashley said angrily.
'Okay, I'll leave it. It's just; I see the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. It was always you two, and when you're with each other you seem to forget all of the consequences of your actions. I get it, you love her, but I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to go through what you had to go through for the past two years again.' Kyla said softly.
'I know Ky. Trust me I don't want to go through that again either, which is why we are just friends, nothing more. She's happy with Felisha, and I'm happy just being friends.' Ashley replied.
'Okay, I trust you.' Kyla said. 'So, the Carlin's are going to be here soon, are you staying?'
'Yeah, Spencer asked me to. Ya know, take the heat off of her for a while.' Ashley said absently as she began cleaning up.
'Alright, well how about we clean this up and then you can go get cleaned up before they get here.'
Kyla and Ashley successfully cleaned the kitchen by the time Spencer had come down the stairs to finish dinner.
'Alright, well I'm gonna go shower and get ready really quick. I'll be back.' Ashley said as she ran up the stairs to her sister's room.
It had been thirty minutes since Ashley had gotten out of the shower and she had been staring at the clothes in Kyla's closet for the past ten. She had no clue what to wear; she had stopped dressing up about two years ago. She didn't see the point in it anymore; she was far from the materialistic seventeen year old girl she used to be. She was happy in skinny jeans, a v neck t-shirt, and a pair of Chucks or Vans. Thus her dilemma, Kyla dressed in nice clothes, nice skimpy clothes. The kind of clothes that Ashley was no longer comfortable wearing.
'Ashley! Seriously, you have got to be ready by now! You've been up there for forty minutes! They're right around the corner!' Kyla yelled as she ran up the stairs towards her room.
When she entered she found her sister in her closet in nothing but her underwear and bra. She had her make-up and hair done, but was not dressed.
'I hope you don't plan on wearing that to dinner. I somehow don't think the Carlin's would approve of that. Well, not all of the Carlin's anyway.' Kyla gestured towards her sister.
'No Kyla, I don't plan on wearing only my underwear and bra. Don't you have just jeans and a regular t-shirt in this endless abyss?' Ashley asked, moving more clothes around.
'Yes, I do, but you should probably dress nice. I mean everybody else is. How about a nice dress?' Kyla suggested as she moved towards her dresses.
'That is where I draw the line.' Ashley said.
'Fine, how about these jeans, and a nice top? See, still nice, but still casual.' She said as she rummaged through her tops. She landed on one and threw it at Ashley. 'And hurry up! They're right down the road!'
'Fine fine fine. You're so bossy, you know, you didn't used to be this way.' Ashley muttered as she pulled the jeans and t-shirt on.
'Yeah, well that's when you could dress yourself without my help.' Kyla laughed as Ashley threw a hanger at her. 'I'll see you downstairs.'
'Yeah, just give me five minutes.'
Ashley finished dressing and looked herself over in the mirror one more time before she heard the door open and more voices downstairs.
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