Chapter 8

Ashley

We decided to eat on the balcony since it was warm out. I cooked up a simple chicken, and pasta dish. Of course Spencer had to note that her father was the one that taught me it. I don't know why she was pressing her parents on me.

"What you thinking about over there, I can hear your mind going a mile a minute" she asked me, taking drink of her wine.

"Why are you pressing your parents on me so much?"

"What do you mean?"

"You keep reminding me that you're parents would love to see me, then just now you made note that your father taught me how to make this dish" She looked at her dish then looked at me.

"I guess I want you know they still care about you, and miss you. After the split they never talked about you around me, but they did always keep up with you"

"How?"

"I don't know, they would know stuff that I wouldn't. Like when you were coming home to do that show for that charity, when you broke your nose while skateboarding, they even mention to me when you put your self in rehab" I almost spat out my food.

"No one knew that, not even Kyla." She nodded.

"That's what I am saying. They always kept tabs on you, I guess you are like a daughter to them and they wanted to make sure you were okay"

"So now you want me to go visit them?"

"I think they would love that, and I know you will too"

"Why would you say that?" I put my fork down, giving her my full attention.

"Your parents weren't in the picture, and my parents always treated you like their own. You never said it, but I know how much it meant to you that they cared" I nodded.

"I guess I could go see them" She smiled, and continued to eat.

I took a minute to watch her, she was beautiful. I watched as her eyes shined as the sunset hit them, how her hands held her fork. I missed her. I miss being next to her, being with her. I was shocked that she even decided to stay for dinner.

"Riley wants to learn how to play the drums" I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh ya?"

"Ya something about how mommies drummer showed her how to rock out, and now she wants to rock out" sticking out her tongue.

"I'm sorry, but please don't ever do that again" we both laughed.

We were both done our dinner, I picked up the dishes bringing them into the kitchen. I started the water to start washing them. I looked up to see Spencer leaning against the door, She was making it hard not to kiss her. Her hand was on her stomach, and the other holding her wine glass.

"Find this interesting?"

"Actually yes, because I have never saw you do the dishes before"

"I use to do them at your parents house" she shook her head.

"No, your rinsed them then put them in the dishwasher" I smiled, and finished the last dish.

"Well I guess I picked up a few things" I walked over taking a seat where we had dinner.

"Wanna play 21 questions?" She asked me.

"We haven't played that since our first date, I'm pretty sure we know everything about each other"

"I think we do, but I know there is a lot we want to ask each other and this would be to break the ice" I looked at her, I wasn't ready for this talk.

"All questions available?" I raised my eyebrow. If we were going to do this, then I wanted to know and ask every question.

"Yes"

"You can go first Spencer, it was your idea"

"Why did you go to rehab?"

This is going to be a rough night.

R&R