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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off By Panic! At The Disco
"So Wait, she actually wrote on your arm?" Aiden laughed out, holding his middle as he cracked up on the couch.
"Yes! Look!" I rolled up the sleeve on my shirt and showed him the graffiti on my arm, it only made him laugh harder. "Its horrible, I mean who does that?"
"Spence," He began, his guffaws fell to chuckles as he tried to calm himself. "What did you expect, for her to give you her business card?" He replied and fell into the couch opposite him. Aiden and I lived together, not in a relationship sense, but we were just very good friends, so why not?
"I don't know, I just didn't think she'd write on my arm, ya know?"
"It's the price you'll have to pay to keep your job."
"Your just lucky my Dad taught you how to cook and you don't have problems like this."
"Its true." He agreed, sitting forward, his elbows on his knees. "So…you gonna call her?" He asked, intrigued.
"Aiden! She only gave me this…tattoo a few hours ago." I retorted.
"So, Ashley's hot, and famous, you may not get more than a few hours before she gives the number to another chick, one that is just looking for a good time." He told me, standing up.
"Yeah, but I can't be desperate, I have to be able to get to know her if Andrew's is going to get his story."
"Hey, it's your ass either way." He said, and sadly he had a point. "I'm gonna call Madison and then I'm making dinner, what'd want?" He asked.
"Anything, you know what I eat." I replied and he left the room. With a sigh I looked down at my arm again, then over at my cell phone…After dinner, I told myself and stood up, walking into the kitchen of our small two bedroom apartment. Aiden had the phone between his ear and shoulder and he fried something in a pan. I grabbed a wine cooler from the fridge and went back into the living room to relax for a bit. After Aiden and I ate, chatting about his next rendezvous with Madison, someone I just couldn't bring myself to like, I went to my room for the night. "Night Aid." I kissed his cheek and closed my door. I flopped onto my bed, reaching into my pocket for my cell phone.
It was nearly ten o'clock and I wasn't sure if Ashley would even hear it ring, I mean what time to musicians get home? I flipped open my phone and dialed the number written on my arm before I lost my nerve and brought it to my ear. It rang four times before there was a voice on the other end.
"I've been looking forward to your call Blondie." The voice said, soft and lustfully. I almost gagged, a pet name really?
"How did you know it was me?" I asked, bringing back the sweet and naïve girl from earlier that day.
"I don't give my number out to just anybody, so it was either you, or my mother, I hope for the best." she said, a soft chuckle rolling into my ear. I grabbed my note pad and a pen, flipping it open.
"I guess we're both having a good day then." I said, writing down 'bad relationship with mother' in my notes.
"I can't complain, I ended my tour and I get to have a conversation with a very sexy blonde." I giggled, as if the compliment was actually genuine. "The only thing is, I never actually got her name." Her husky voice seemed to seduce me with out even trying, even if I tried to ignore it.
"Spencer." I replied simply.
"Any last name gorgeous?" She asked.
"Carlin." I continued my shy act.
"Well Spencer Carlin, how would you like to come out with me tomorrow?" Her tone was so alluring, it frightened me a bit. "I promise I'll treat you real nice." Her voice moved now toward a sex fiend, I knew what she wanted, and I knew how to play her.
"That sounds amazing." I replied, letting my pitch get high.
"Alright, we'll have dinner then. Around seven?"
"Prefect." I answered.
"I'm looking forward to it Blondie."
"Me too." Dinner, easy, it's going to be dessert that'll be hard.