((Alrighty, folks! Thanks for the reviews… they were greatly appreciated! Lol… here's some more story-time!! Hahehe… Enjoy!))

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As Spencer and Ashley walk out of the bathroom door, they are taken aback by what they now see. Whilst in the bathroom, Tristin had successfully managed to scoot a chair over to their table and was just sitting there; waiting for them to return. Like a little lost puppy waiting to be found.

Ashley sticks out her left arm and practically close-lines the blonde and she is immediately forced to stop.

"Oww… jeeze, Ash! Boobs – they hurt now… thank you!" she says with a flick of humor in her voice.

"Sorry, it's just… look at her! She's obsessed, Spencer!"

They both kept their distance for some time before retrieving their bravery and proceed to walk toward the table.

"Hey, guys! I was wondering when you two would get back! So – what are you two up to now?"

Ashley gives Spencer a sideways glance and can tell that Spencer is now feeling her pain.

"Umm..." Ashley begins to explain "we – Spencer and I – were just about to get the check and… go somewhere… else." she says plainly.

The newcomer looks up at Ashley, then at Spencer and then back to Ashley.

"Oh – I see." she says, "Well – would it be alright if… maybe I came?"

In Ashley's head, she's thinking, "Oh my God, woman!! Get a clue… you're not wanted here! Leave us the hell alone!"

And in Spencer's head, she's thinking, "Oh Jeeze… how come this girl is so strung on hanging out with us? Maybe she has a crush on Ash… no, that can't be it! I mean, I've told her about… us – didn't I?"

And in Tristin's head, she's thinking, "Good God, she's beautiful! I just want to be near her… at all times! I mean, just look at her – the way her blonde hair flows over her face… it's so…"

All their thoughts were completely interrupted by a ding of the bell from inside the kitchen.

"Order up!!" yells an over-worked chef.

Ashley snaps back to the reality of the scene and protrudes her words by saying, "Umm… look, Tristin – I don't think that'd be a very good idea. I mean, Spencer and I have other plans that involve just… us, okay?"

Tristin looks at Ashley sternly in the eyes before backing down; cowardly.

She shrugs her shoulders before saying, "Okay, whatever! I guess I'll just catch you two sooner or later." She walks to the right of Spencer, stops and whispers, "Hopefully sooner for you."

As she's walking off, Spencer is now having goose bumps run all up and down her body. Ashley, on the other hand, is stunned.

She takes a few glances back in the direction Tristin exited and then looks back at her blonde babe. With a slight giddy expression on her face, she begins to open her mouth to talk, but Spencer immediately stops her from continuing. She lifts up one finger to Ashley's mouth and says,

"Don't… say… anything! Got it, Davies?"

With Spencer's index finger still resting on her lips, she softly shakes her head up and down. Once Spencer removes her finger, Ashley can't help but bust a gut laughing; hysterically. Of course, Spencer joins in on the laughter. You had to admit – it was pretty funny!

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Now back at Ashley's house, the two girls are just entering the mansion.

"Oh man, Spence – I could not believe she had a crush on you!" says Ashley, while wiping away a fake tear.

"I know – I was certain she had a thing for you… because of all the glances she'd give you!"

"Well, looks like I'm not the only 'girl-catcher' around here then, huh?"

Spencer puts down her purse and slowly glides over to where Ashley is on the couch.

"No way… because, I think I've caught myself just about the best girl I could ever manage."

Spencer bends down and cups Ashley's face with her hands. Ashley looks up at Spencer with much want in her eyes and Spencer fills their gap.

With kissing their number one priority at the moment, Ashley pulls Spencer down on top of her; while scooting herself further down into the couch. For once, Spencer was incharge and she decided to take full advantage of it. She somehow managed to remove Ashley's knit cardigan while Ashley successfully removed Spencer's tight-fitted tank. Now that skin was touching skin, the two girls were finally moving forward in a direction that they both wanted.

All of a sudden, the front door to Ashley's house swings wide open and the two of them immediately stop their session and hurry off each other. While Spencer was looking around for her top, she just catches a glimpse of Ashley's mother and some guy doing just about the same as they were earlier.

Her mother and the unknown guy come through the front door, staggering and upon opening their eyes to find the staircase, they found themselves looking eye-to-eye with a couple of teenaged girls. One of which, was her very own daughter.

Apparently, there had been some heavy drinking at whatever party they were at because she hardly even recognized Ashley. She squinted her eyes and used her hand to shield off the light, as if the glow from the lightbulb was just too much for her million dollar eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Now coming into the light, with no shirt on, Ashley surfaces lividness.

"It's Ashley, Mom! You know… your daughter! And technically, this is my house – I'm the only one who stays in it 24/7 with no one else!" a slight tear was starting to form at the corner of her eye.

With her focus now on the figure in the shadows behind Ashley, her mother states, "Well – it looks like you're not alone tonight! Come on, Ashie – I figured by the age of 18 you'd realize how big of a slut you were and stop using girls for your pleasure!"

That particular sentence stung Ashley. It pierced her heart in a way only knowing from experience could explain. Now fully dressed, Spencer comes out of the shadows and stands closely behind Ashley.

The tear that had formed had now fallen; along with dozens of others.

"For one thing, Mom," she tries to push through her shaky voice, "I'm not 18 – I'm 17!!" she yells, "And I am not a slut – you are! You come home every other night with a new man-bag on your arm and you have the nerve to call me a slut?"

Her mother releases herself from the big Italian and makes her way over to the brunette that she created.

"Well then – I guess we're more alike than we thought, huh? Like mother like daughter?" she says with a tiny giggle at the end.

Ashley steps back and really takes in what all had just happened.

"I will never be like you!"

And with that, Ashley grabs her purse and yanks Spencer out the front door. And before her mom could even turn around, they were gone; just like that.

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((Okay, so – what did everyone think? I know, its short and I'm sorry – but yeah! I'm on Christmas Break now, so – I'll be able to update more often! Yay! Read and review, please!))