Disclaimer: Still don't own SoN or the characters. I know, it's sad. XD
A/N: IMPORTANT: Spencer's project is gonna be due in a month, not a week.
Also, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who's read any of this, regardless of if you like it or not; thank you to the people who reviewed; thank you to the people who alerted. (: I probably won't be posting for a while; at least a week. Vacation time!
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Morning comes too fast, like usual. Which is fine for normal people, because today's Saturday. You know, one of the two days a week where you can sleep till noon or later? Not here, no. Chelsea (curse her) is a morning person. One of those annoying it's-seven-a.m.-and-I'm-awake-and-cheerful morning people. God, they give me headaches.
It's not like she's loud or anything. So I'm not up obscenely early. She just thinks I shouldn't "waste the day sleeping" (her words, not mine). So around nine she comes in and gets me up. And by that, I mean drags me out of bed multiple times because I wind up crawling back in as soon as she's left the room at least three times.
I shouldn't complain. She makes me breakfast. Which is great since I suck at cooking. But really? Nine a.m.? It's pretty unfair. I sit across the table from her, scowling. Seriously, why is she so happy this early? She looks amused, and it's bewildering, frustrating, and goddamn annoying.
Everything starts looking a little better after I've downed my first cup of coffee. I pour myself another one before I even start on my breakfast. She's made bacon and scrambled eggs. I honestly love her. How on earth could I find someone this amazing annoying? I shovel the food into my mouth.
"Spence?" my mouth's full of egg, so I merely look up. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I swallow.
"No?" It comes out more of a question than anything.
"Nothing about a certain someone you're gonna be seeing today?"
"Ashley!" I leap up from my seat faster than Sheldon Cooper could say "bazinga". "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Where's my phone?" I'm running around like a crazy person right now, lifting up various objects and looking underneath them. "Chlesea! Have you seen my phone? What if she called already? Damn it! Where's my phone?" I'm practically hysterical by now.
Meanwhile, Chelsea's laughing so hard she's not making any noise. She's just sitting there shaking, gasping for breath every once in a while. She holds something up. My cell phone! I run across the room and lunge for it.
"So…you don't like her, right?" she manages to get out between her laughter.
"Oh, shut up and give me the phone," I say, playfully pushing her shoulder. She hands it over, shaking her head.
I grab the phone and slide it open. My stomach twists when I see there's a text from an unknown number. I'd forgotten to add Ashley's number to my contacts last night, so there's hope that it's from her! I click the message and read.
9:13am
Hey Spence! It's Ashley, from last night. Are we still on for today? Gimme a call when you get this. (:
I smile as I imagine her saying this with her raspy voice. Before I even realize it, I've hit the call button. I wander down the hallway as it rings.
"Hey," she answers.
"Hey, it's Spencer," I say.
"Oh! Hey Spencer! Did I wake you up?" Her voice is worried. It's cute.
I laugh before answering, "nah, my roommate did that. She's a morning person."
"Okay, good. Well not good that you got woken up! Just good that you know….I didn't wake you up," she rambles. I swear she's getting more adorable by the second.
"Ash?"
"Yeah?"
"You're rambling," I point out.
"I'm so sorry! I ramble when I'm nervous…"
"Don't apologize; it's cute," did those words actually just come out of my mouth? "And I make you nervous?" Seriously? I just said that too?
"Maybe a little," she says, the hint of a smile in her tone. "So I'm free all day. Whatever time works for you works for me."
I think for a second. I'm gonna need time to get showered, dressed, and looking decent. Well hopefully good, not decent. Because I get the distinct feeling that Ashley could look good in anything, so I'm going to have to try just to be on par with her.
"Uhm, how about lunch at noon, then we can come back to my place to shoot?"
"Sounds good! Where are we meeting for lunch?"
"Why don't you give me your address? I'll pick you up, then it can be a surprise." Even I can't believe the words that are coming out of my mouth at the moment. I'm making this sound like a date. Not that I don't want this not to be a date, because I totally do. I just don't think that's what she wants, so I'd better lay off.
"It's a date," she replies, leaving me wondering what exactly she means by it. She gives me her address, which I jot down on my hand under her name and number, and we hang up.
It's 11:20, and I'm freaking out. I have nothing to wear. I don't want to dress up too much, because it's not a date. It's me treating her to lunch for agreeing to be in my film. I can't go wearing something plain either, because I want to impress her, and don't want to seem like a boring person, or someone who doesn't care about their appearance.
I flop backwards onto my bed. It's hopeless. Chelsea walks by my door and notices the mountain of clothes on the floor.
"Girl, you've got a problem," she states. "You know you're coming back here to film after lunch, right?" She walks into my tornado-torn room and rummages around in the pile of discarded clothes. She tosses a pair a dark grey short shorts and a blue tank top to me. After that, she chucks me a see-through white shirt.
I nod in approval. How was that so easy for her?
"Thanks Chels! You're a lifesaver!"
"I know," she says with a wink.
She helps me shove all my clothes back into their drawers. I make my bed quickly. Everything's looking a lot better. Much less natural disaster-y. I give Chelsea a huge hug. I pull back when I notice the clock. 11:45. Shit.
A/N: thanks for reading! So…next chapter's where it gets interesting! It probably won't be up for a while, but (hopefully) it'll be worth the wait!