Thursday

Spencer was awake before her alarm clock rang. It had been like this everyday since the day she and Ashley parted. She hated closing her eyes knowing that she wouldn't see the brunette when she opened them. She was 18 today. Slowly pulling herself out of bed clad in only her tank top and boy shorts. Spencer padded to her bathroom, showering, brushing her teeth, getting dressed. She jogged down the stairs, to her daily routine. Her aunt and uncle didn't care. She was just an extra person living in the house. Nothing was like it used to be. They used to love her, and now they treated her like a guest in their house. They used to welcome her with hugs and kisses and "there's my favorite niece!" Now she was tolerated. She had remembered listening to her mother's words over the phone.

"Make sure she knows that no one, absolutely no one, especially God, can love a dyke."

Grabbing a bowl, the box of cereal, milk, and a spoon Spencer settled into the dining table. She ate quickly and placed her bowl back into the sink. She dragged her feet behind her to the door, getting out of her house she unlocked the lock from her bike. She noticed the post. I have two letters! Spencer excitedly picked up the two envelopes, she recognized the handwriting immediately. Her father's and Clay's, she was happy but a little disappointed in not seeing on from Ashley. Not that her mother allowed them to talk. When she used the computer her aunt or uncle "supervised" type one "Ashley" and she wouldn't be able to use the computer for the next week. Tucking her two letters in her bag and swinging her leg over the bike, she started the long ride to school. It's not like anyone offered her a ride.

Plane Ride

Ashley sat in her seat, it may have been first class, but she was anything but comfortable. She shook her leg, her stomach fluttered from butterflies, she was anxious to see the blonde. Her beautiful blonde goddess.

"Would you like something to drink ma'am?" Ashley looked up to find an air hostess looking at her flirtatiously.

"umm, no thank you."

"you sure you look nervous?" The lady placed a hand on Ashley's shaking leg.

Ashley couldn't help but jump, this was wrong it was just wrong. Anyone touching her intimately other than Spencer was just wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

"No, I'm really fine. Thanks."

The lady smiled once more at Ashley and continued to walk down the aisle. Settling back down into her seat Ashley pulled out her i-Pod headphones. Screw that whole no music during take-off. It never really crashes a plane.

A few hours later

Ashley felt a slight tap on her shoulder. Flinching lightly she slowly opened her eyes. Painfully lifting her head as she reached up to massage her neck muscles. Only to come face to face with the flight attendant again.

"Would you like something to eat?" She said, definitely implying more than food.

"Sure…"

"Okay we have chicken, beef, and fish. Which do you prefer? White or red meat?"

"Ummm, beef please, how much longer is the flight for?"

"It's for another 2 hours 30 minutes. And here you go, I see you enjoy red meat."

She placed the tray in front of Ashley, "enjoy your meal." She grazed Ashley's arm and continued rolling the cart down the aisle. Ashley poked and prodded at her food lightly until she no longer could look at it.

Finally a flight attendant came to collect the trays. Thank God it wasn't the flirty one. She smiled thankfully as the woman took away her tray. Ashley asked for a ginger ale to calm herself. She was about to see Spencer. Paula couldn't keep them away for that long. Slowly sipping her ginger ale Ashley stared at her watch, counting down the minutes to landing.

English Class

Spencer's head bobbed lightly, that may be the umpteenth time she almost fell asleep during English. She honestly did not care about The Merchant of Venice. Spencer resumed to looking out the windows in the doors of the classroom. Staring at…well the hallways.

"So the question is whether Shylock should be hated, or pitied. He may have been cruel in demanding a pound of Antonio's flesh, but he is a Jew. Antonio discriminated him for years…"

Spencer, in attempt to keep herself awake looked around the room lazily. Finding anything interesting to concentrate on. It was her birthday today… and no one she loved or cared about was here to say happy birthday. Clay sent her a card. She picked it up before leaving for school. It was absolutely sweet, and Chelsea had written in it too. Her dad also sent her one, it was not so uplifting.

Clay's card read:

Spence! So happy birthday birthday girl! You know I love you right? I miss you so much Spencer. You're 18 little sister! All grown up. Now you're responsible for your own actions okay? So don't go getting arrested! =). I love you little sister. Stay true to yourself. I'm proud of you for not letting other's manipulate your personality.

Clay.

Chelsea had written in the card too:

Her girl! You are 18! Damn you 're getting old. I'm just kidding. You have to get your white ass back here I'm missing you like crazy girl! My art studio feels so empty without you coming every now and then! I love you!

xoxo

Chels

Her father's card read:

Spencer,

Happy Birthday baby girl. You're 18 now, and I couldn't be more proud of you. You have truly become a beautiful girl. You have stepped up and become your own person ever since out move to L.A. I promise I will get you back baby.

I have some bad news though. It may not be the best thing to tell you on your birthday. But your mother and I are getting a divorce. I went to have lunch with her one afternoon and found her kissing her boss. You remember him, Ben Antonio. She wants custody of Glen and Clay. I promise I will fight for you and your brothers to be reunited. The judge is currently on the decision of giving me Clay and Glen to her.

I love you more than anything in the world. Don't let what your mother is doing to you change who you are, remember, "that is what makes people great. The unexpected." So don't be what everybody expects of you, be what you expect of yourself.

I love you baby girl. Enjoy your 18th birthday. I promise we can celebrate properly once I get the money to fly you back. I love you.

Daddy

It had brought Spencer to tears. Not because of the divorce, hell she was happy about that and the possibility of getting Glen and her mother out of her life. But all the love she had for her father at the moment overwhelmed her.

Well got rid of the bitch. Well mother whose the bitch that's going to hell now? You shipped me off for falling in love. But committing adultery. Not just in a relationship but in a marriage with a family. Well that's just fucking wonderful… now my mom not even in the house anymore. And I'm stuck in Ohio. Clay told me dad was working really hard to get enough money to fly me home. Falling back into her deep state of depression Spencer once again turned her head to the windows. I watched the days pass me by. On my 32nd day apart from Ashley I watched a little bird fall out of the nest in the tree. On the 46th I watched a stray cat dart across the school courtyards. And today I'm watching two butterflies chasing each other. The frikkin' butterflies get to love each other and me and Ashley don't…

On a taxi

I was going to barf. I swear. It was like I was picking her up for our first date again. Clay had so generously provided me with the school Spencer was going to. He told me she Spencer wasn't allowed to talk or even mention my name. She did it once and didn't go online for a whole week. He also helped me keep it a secret so I could surprise her, and Mr. C. I knew Mr. C was straining to get enough money. He was trying so hard to get her home. This guy has GOT to learn how to drive. I swear I am going to hurl in his car. I watched everything zip pass my window, but I didn't register anything. All I could think about was a certain blonde. Images of her, the time we spent together played over and over again in my head. The way she smiled, the sounds of her laughter. God she had missed this girl so much. The car stopped and Ashley looked around realizing she was at the school. Paying the driver she stepped out and towards the office.

Office

"Hi, sorry." She noticed the secretary had been busy typing, " Do you know what class Spencer Carlin is having right now?"

"Oh sure." The secretary typed into the computer sitting in front of her. "Ummm, yes, she had English in room 103 right now."

"Thank you!"

Ashley smiled. This was it. She had basically been wishing for this, well for weeks. I started sprinting down the hallways, rooms whizzing by me. My heart fluttered at the thought that was could be seconds away form seeing her. 103.

I peeked through the window, breathing heavily. There she was, my smile spread. She was looking away from the door and out the window. I felt like I could melt from how warm and fuzzy just seeing her made me feel. I knew my smile was now scary because it was so wide. But she was a mere few meters away from me. I just stood there, watching the wind through the window flow through her beautiful golden locks. I saw a faint reflection of her beautifully God-carven face. Those sparkling blue eyes. Finally I saw her head jerk lightly. She was going to turn around. I looked down for a second, pushing my lips together as to not scare her with my smile. No with my lips pressed together I had only a small faint trace of my smile. She turned around. There it was. That face. That beautiful face. Our eyes connected, brown with blue. I read her lips, "Ashley?" She questioned as if she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. I simply smiled the best I could mouthing, "Hi." And giving her a small wave. Ashley watched as Spencer's head jerked to the front of the class. Damn, the teacher is probably asking her why she's not paying attention. Ashley watched at Spencer crumbled under the teacher's questioning. She knew the blonde, she didn't like disrespecting teachers. But the brunette had no problem doing so.

I flung open the door to hear the last few words of his speech. "And if you don't start listening in class I will have to sign you up from summer school Ms. Carlin."

"She won't be here for the summer." Everybody's eyes turned to the unknown brunette at the door.

"Who are you?" The apparently very rude teacher demanded from her.

Ashley looked to Spencer, in a way to check for permission. Spencer nodded, weeks spent apart they still understood each other with no words.

Ashley took a deep breath, and she could see Spencer tensing up and preparing herself.

"I'm her girlfriend, and I'm taking her home."

It was dead silent in the classroom. Everyone looked at Spencer expectantly as if she were supposed to have something to say about it. Deny it maybe. Spencer simply picked up her bag. Walked through the mazes of desks and straight to the brunette. She laid a kiss on Ashley's lips.

"Let's go home babe."

Spencer didn't care anymore. Debbie and her "friends" whispered about her being a "dyke." She heard Pete, "whoa you passed me up for a girl?" she heard more immature boys wolf-whistling. She didn't care anymore. Spencer smile only grew when she watched two tickets from Ohio back to Los Angeles appear in Ashley's hands. OH MY GOD. FIRST CLASS!!!! Debbie was still going on and on. My god she reminds me so much of Madison… I think I actually miss Madison…

Spencer turned to her class, "I'm off to take a first class flight with my rich hot girlfriend out of this hellhole! Oh and Mr. Murphey, its Ms. Carlin Davies, read the notebook." She gestured at her desk. With that the blonde was gone. All that was left of her mark in Ohio was a small notebook filled with doodles and sketches of the brunette that only seconds ago was standing at the door. Spencer sprinted down the hallways with her girlfriend. She had come for her. She came to get her. She was like the prince that saved the princess from the tower. She was her friggin knight in freakishly shiny armor. Spencer slowed down and dragged Ashley to a stop. The brunette looked at the blonde questioningly. Fear in her eyes as if she was afraid Spencer didn't want to leave. Taking advantage of the brunette momentary lapse Spencer crashed her lips into Ashley's. The two girls moaned into the kiss they had dreamt about for weeks. Ashley's hands tangled in Spencer's hair, pulling the blonde's face impossible close to her. The brunette's hands slid down the blonde's body slowly. Resting at the blonde's hip bone. They two finally broke apart from the lack of oxygen. They rested their foreheads against each others smiling widely at each other. Spencer could feel the tears of joy coming up.

"I love you Ashley Davies."

"I love you Spencer Carlin Davies" Ashley smirked. Ashley hadn't proposed but she knew she and Spencer would spend the rest of their lives together.

The flight home was filled with many visits to the bathroom, many games under blankets, and lets just say they both became elite members of the Mile High Club.