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The incessant beeping of my alarm drilled into my head, and I shove an arm out of my warm cocoon, hoping to destroy the offending device.

I have to say I wholeheartedly believe that Spencer knows exactly what she does to me. Waking up to find her wrapped around my torso with what could very possibly be the most content and gorgeous look upon her face can lead a person to consider things like that.

After an internal debate on whether or not I should wake up the sleeping girl, I slip out of the bed quietly, careful to maneuver out of the blonde's arms so as not to wake her. My head is throbbing and I need aspirin and a steaming shower. Staying in bed was not going to make me feel any better, no matter how warm and inviting the bed seemed with Spencer in it.

I was almost out of the room when I heard the sound that always made it impossible to wake up earlier than the blond.

"Hmmm, Ashy? Why are you leaving?" Blond wisps of hair poked out from the edge of the covers.

"I'm having a killer headache and I think that our room is spinning out of control." I call over my shoulder.

"You're coming back, right?"

I cringe as the expected blow hits me.

Spencer Carlin knows what she's doing and damn, does she do it well.

I'm almost positive that she can hear my heart pounding.

I'm almost certain that she can see each small bead of sweat trailing down my skin.

I'm almost convinced that she can notice my eyes flickering between the door and the bed.

This has been happening a lot lately.

These feelings.

This nervousness.

There shouldn't be anything special to this moment. Spencer almost always sleeps with me after a night of drinking.

But it's different lately.

It is special.

Lately, I get this feeling deep down in my stomach when she pulls me up against her and buries her head in the crook of my neck.

I need to stay away from her until I figure this stupid feeling out. Correction: I needed to stay away from her.

I say 'needed' because I'm already nodding my head and she's smiling at me through her half-lidded eyes and I feel….happy.

Damn, I really need to work on my self control and ability to just say no to that face of hers.

I have to admit though; her smiles and her glances make everything worth it.

I make my way down to our kitchen to grab a bottle of water and throw two white pills in my mouth before taking a few sips of the thirst quenching liquid. I'm at the door of my room once again as a wave of nausea overtakes me.

I really hate hangovers. You'd think that by now I would be immune to all the symptoms but nope. I still wake up with the dry throat, the splitting headaches and the-

Spencer wraps her arms around my waist and pulled me into the room. "Hey Ash, I thought you got lost. I couldn't go back to sleep without my favorite body pillow by my side."

The husky tone in her voice bathed over me and I smile involuntarily. I allow myself to be pulled back to bed and the blonde is quick to snuggle back into my side.

My fingers scratch her scalp gently and I hear the blond let out a sigh of satisfaction. I let the next few moments pass in silence before sighing deeply.

"What's up, Davies?"

"Spencer, you do know that Brooke is gay right?" There I said it. I just threw it out there. I deserve a medal for that bold action. Where's my purple heart?

I felt more than heard Spencer chuckle, "Yes, Ashley. She told me last night."

"Oh." Well, that's not what I expected.

"Ash, I really like her." She admits shyly and begins playing with the edge of my shirt.

Wait, what? I didn't hear what I thought I heard did I?

"Hold on, Spencer. You like her?" I don't think that my brain is completely registering what that might mean.

A small pause was heard before she spoke. "Yeah, I think I do. You know you should really give a chance. She's more like you than you know."

"Hmmph." Oh, you and I both know that a statement like that does not even warrant an understandable verbal response.

Spencer positions her head so that she can look straight up at me without hurting herself. "Ashley, I'm being serious! She's independent, creative, confident, and just a tad bit egotistical."

"I'm not egocentric!" I scoffed down at her. "Just because I understand how great I am doesn't make me self centered."

People sometimes!

"Uh-huh. Sure you're not." A small smirk makes its way on her lips and her eyes sparkle mischievously.

Rolling my eyes at the blond, I turned to the side and allowed her to press her body against mine once more. We've always been the more touch sort of best friends but lately I've been noticing things.

The second-to-long glances, the feather soft touches; it's all getting to me now.

I wonder how she feels about this. I mean, I want to know if she feels this too. That certain spark of electricity when our skin grazes or the waves of jealousy when we see the other with another person.

I'm certain I'm not gay.

Two years ago when I was twenty, I decided to experiment with a girl I knew. Straight or not, you could definitely appreciate her beauty. Long tanned legs, firm muscles, layered dark brown hair, and a smile that made you melt to a puddle at her feet.

It was easy to convince her to come over when Spencer wasn't home and to be honest we had a great night together. It just wasn't anything out of the ordinary, I suppose.

I looked at men after I slept with her and women as well. Neither gender seemed to be what I was looking for.

Spencer sighs into my neck and I jolt out of my thoughts. "Stop thinking so hard, Davies. I can smell your brain frying already."

I giggle softly and place my hand on top of hers, entwining our fingers together.

"Love you." The words breathed next to my ear causes my eyes to flutter shut and goose bumps to rise all over my skin.

"Love you too."

The sincerity behind out words scares me because it puts an 'almost' in a sentence that would really be better without it.

I'm almost certain that I'm straight.

Damn that almost.

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Waking up the second time was almost as bad as the first time. I was cold and my bed seemed strangely empty. Opening my eyes to find that there was no Spencer wrapped around makes me almost as nauseous as waking up with a horrible hangover.

She has always been the earlier riser between the two of us and so it shouldn't surprise me that the bed is empty.

Too bad it still does.

Groaning, I muster up all the strength in my recovering body to get out of bed and make it to the adjoining bathroom.

I brush my teeth for about ten minutes trying to get a horrible unknown taste out of my mouth before a soft knock caught my attention.

I rinse my mouth before calling out. "Come on in, Spence."

The blond poked her head through the door, keeping her eyes shut. "Are you decent?"

Smirking at the girl's antics, I answer saucily, "Absolutely not. I'm prancing around naked."

Her eyes opened immediately and if I didn't know better, I would have thought them to be of a much darker shade.

"Darn, and here I thought I was finally going to get to see you naked." The blond jokingly pouts.

Looking down at my current outfit, I snicker. "There's not too much left to the imagination, Spencer."

Shaking her head, Spencer advanced towards me and reaches over to grab a clip. Throwing her hair up in a haphazard bun, she turned to look at me.

"You feel any better than you did this morning?"

Nodding, I grinned at the younger girl. "I'm quick to recover. You should know that."

"I should but I don't. You must have forgotten that I am the person who always holds your hair back when you're puking your guts out in the toilet."

I frowned as I tried my best to recall the night before and whether or not I had felt nauseous at any point. It would most definitely explain the rusty taste in my mouth.

Laughing, Spencer shook her head. "Not last night. You did decide to chew on your pillow for some reason."

Oh.

"Well, best friend, did you ever think of stopping me?" I position a hand on my hip and struggle to keep the smile off my face.

Smirking, Spencer shrugged. "I tried. You mumbled something about it being yummy chocolate so I let it go."

"You suck."

"Not as much as you."

"Hate you."

"Love you too."

I slip an arm around the grinning blond and kiss the top of her head. Sometimes Spencer truly is too cute for words.

I gulp audibly as her eyes flutter at the touch of my lips to her skin and I inwardly sigh. It can't hurt to dream that the emotions that rage through my body are coursing through hers at moments like these. I pull away slowly and put on a smile before making my way out of the bathroom wordlessly.

The moment I closed the door, I run a hand raggedly through my hair, cursing when it snagged. I retrieve a brush and drag it through the auburn curls. When I finally gained some control over my hair, I leave my room and into the kitchen.

Looking in the fridge, I sigh, making a mental note to remind Spencer about grocery shopping. Neither one of us is allowed to do the shopping on our own. Spencer is all organic crackers and carrots while I'm much more of a cupcake and beer girl.

Trust me. It's a much better idea for both of us to go together. We both compromise and in the end, everyone's happy.

Sprawling out on the couch, I wait for the blond to come out of the bathroom. I shiver slightly and reach over to grab Spencer's UCLA sweatshirt.

She's on a vacation right now and I know that she deserves it. I was the one up with her cramming for all her medical classes. She's determined to become a doctor and I know that she'll be a great one but it's hard to see her so tired all the time.

I started a recording label with the money that I inherited from my father after his death. Kyla owns half while I own the other half. I'm much more involved with the artists instead. I write a lot of the songs that the artists on the label record. Kyla is more of the corporate one of us and she generally represents the both of us at meetings. It's a very comfortable arrangement and it's been successful thus far so why change anything?

Worming into the garment, I'm immediately overwhelmed by the scent of my best friend. I breathe in deeply and hold my breath, trying to keep as much of her inside myself as I can.

This is really getting to be too much. All of this uncertainty is beginning to take its toll on me.

A shrill ringing coming from the inside of Spencer's room catches my attention and I rush inside. Snatching up the device, I answer breathlessly.

"Hello? Helloooo?"

With no response, I glance down at the screen only to find that it was Brooke who had been calling and that the phone had already directed her to Spencer's voicemail.

Another beeping sound indicated that a message had indeed been left and I scoff before throwing the phone back on the blonde's bed.

"Ashley? Where'd you go?"

I step out of her room and into the living room to find the blond dressed and ready to go.

"Uh- were we planning on going somewhere today?"

Spencer turns at the sound of my voice and drops her gaze to the floor, blushing deeply.

"I made plans with Brooke. We're going to go out for coffee and talk a little bit more. She's going to call any moment now to let me know she's on her way."

So that's why that bitch is calling my Spencer! Yeah, you heard me. I said MY Spencer.

I'm sure my face is horribly contorted as I watch the blond walk into her room and back out with her phone held in the crook of her neck as she listened to her message.

I hate the way she's smiling at her phone. The way she smiles at me when I act cute.

Now she's talking into her phone and she's giggling like she does when I make those jokes that suck so bad that they're hilarious.

The doorbell rings and Spencer looks at me with an apprehensive and excited smile before disappearing out the front door.

I really need to talk to her about how I feel.

Racing hearts.

Sweaty palms.

Dry throats.

This can't be good for my health.

I look out of the window in time to find Spencer getting into a sleek jet black Mercedes. Brooke grins before closing the door; the slam of the door reverberating in my mind.

I feel sick.