Should I dress up or casually? I know how much Spencer likes Kate Moennig. Maybe I should dress like Shane…

Ever since she got a text message from Spencer to come meet her at the beach, the brunette has been frantically pacing around. It was the first time she's heard from Spencer for days.

I think this is it. She wore a crisp, clean white dress shirt, a skinny black tie, and a pair of dark blue jeans. She hopped into the Porsche and drove away.

Spencer was sitting on a boulder, her eyes glued to the sunset. She looks so peaceful… time to scare the crap out of her! Ashley took advantage of this perfect opportunity and quietly crept up to the blonde. As she was getting closer and closer, she put all her force into her legs and leapt through the air. Spencer heard something and started to tense up, she moved to the edge of the rock. Of course, this threw everything off. Instead of landing on top of Spencer as Ashley had planned, the girl ended up landing headfirst into the sand. Spencer giggled.

"God, Spence. Why'd you have to move?" Ashley stood up, brushing off all the sand on her clothes and straightening out the wrinkles on her shirt.

"Well, excuse me. I would have moved to the other side of the beach if I knew you were planning to kill me."

Ashley took a seat next to Spencer. "I wasn't trying to kill you. I was trying to surprise you. SURPRISE!"

Spencer smirked, "I don't know. By the way you jumped, you could've dislocated my shoulder. Anyways, why are you so dressed up today? You look cute."

"Don't I always?" She stood up and put a cheesy grin on her face.

"You're such a tool."

"Yeah, but you love me. So what's so important that you just had to pull me out of my very busy schedule?"

The blonde felt uncomfortable. "Well, I uh…well, I, I-"

Ashley sensed something was wrong with Spencer. "Spit it out, Spence. Wait. You're pet died or something, right?"

Spencer let out a nervous laugh. "No, it's about me. I, I think I like girls." She looked over to Ashley's brown eyes for comfort, but they were fixed on the sunset.

"Me too."

Spencer didn't quite catch what Ashley said. "What?"

"I like girls, too. And pizza and flowers and clean shoes and-"

She was irked at Ashley's remark. "Be serious, Ash! What do you think?"

Ashley didn't budge, she didn't even face Spencer. Her eyes were still concentrated on the horizon. "Honestly, I'm more than happy for you, actually I'm ecstatic! I'm glad you found a huge part of yourself, and I'm glad that I'm the first person you told." Ashley paused and lowered her voice in a way that made Spencer chuckle. "I am the first person you told, right?"

"Yup." She found Ashley incredibly adorable when she wasn't so loud and outspoken.

Ashley cleared her throat, breaking the silence. "So, who's the lucky girl?"

Spencer had a wide grin on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. "She has brown hair. She's really sweet and cute too! She dresses really well and has killer style. When she talks to me I feel like I'm the only one she's paying attention to. When I'm with her I have the most amazing time. When she first held my hand, I got this weird feeling. I can't explain it, but I can tell you this: it felt good. Her touch is so soft. Even if she just taps me on the shoulder, I feel a tingle going through my spine. She's not rough or mean or rude. I never ever get sick of hanging out with her. She rambles on and on about things, but I think it's cute. And you know what else?"

Ashley was disgusted but curious as to who Spencer was so crazy about. "What?"

The blonde flashed her a smile. "She's right next to me."