It was dark . . . and ten o'clock at night. Spencer and Emily were laying down in the somewhat cool grass and staring up at the stars. Spencer didn't want to leave her mom, but her mother had insisted that she go with Emily.
But that was at seven o'clock.
The girl's mother was probably blowing up her phone right now, but it didn't really mean anything seeing as though Spencer had left her phone on her bed.
Emily grabbed the younger girl's hand and slipped her fingers into Spencer's. "Look," she pointed with her free hand up at the night sky, "An E and an S . . . I guess that's the universe trying to tell us something."
Spencer laughed. The stars in the sky did seem to be sending a message tonight. Like earlier, around eight thirty, she could have sworn the stars were forming a heart shape. And then at nine fifteen, the stars had spread out to form a huge bow and arrow.
And now.
Her eyes fell to the tiny pond next to the girls. While they were laying there, about three tiny fish had jumped out of the pond and then quickly dipped back in. If a fish jumps up, Emily and I are meant to be.
She closed her eyes and counted backwards from three. One, Two, Three.
Her eyes snapped open just in time. Fish. Another fish.
Spencer smiled happily to herself and turned back to the sky. The fifteen year old was always big on stereotypes, especially if they worked in her favor. She felt Emily nudge her, still waiting for her response.
"Yeah I see the E and the S." She turned her head towards Emily to see the girl already staring at her, "Emily and Spencer . . . or Spencer and Emily."
The senior laughed and shook her head, "Wow, so you're that kind of person, huh?"
"No I'm just joking." She tilted her head closer to the older girl. "So tell me about yourself."
Emily turned her head towards Spencer, "What do you want to know?"
The younger shrugged her shoulders, "What is your dad like? You're always talking about your mom, but your dad is never brought up."
The brunette's eyes fell, "I don't have a dad," she whispered. "Well I do, but I don't consider him to be a real one."
"Why?"
Emily slid her fingers out of Spencer's and sat up, her knees pressed against her chest, "He's never around. He's a Lieutenant Colonel in the Pennsylvania National Guard."
Spencer's mouth opened and closed, "Emily, that's freaking amazing." She sat up and placed her hand on the twelfth grader's knee. "Your dad is respected by millions. Yeah, he's never around but at least you know he's trying to protect you. Anyone would be lucky to have your dad as a father to their children."
The older girl shrugged her shoulders. "You don't understand the struggles of not going to your only Father - Daughter dance with your mother because your damned father couldn't make it . . . the times where my mom and Carolyn would cry themselves to sleep because they miss him so much, the family holidays he missed, my first real birthday party, Carolyn's graduation, the anniversaries celebrated through fucking Skype. He only comes home like, a month out of a whole year . . . sometimes not even a month. Probably a week."
Emily's voice cracked and she bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying, "Yeah, my father is doing a good thing for America, but . . . sometimes I just wish he would just come home . . . just take a break from that stuff to spend real time with his family, you know what I mean?"
The fifteen year old pulled Emily into a side hug, which soon turned into a real hug. "I'm sorry, Emily. I didn't know—"
Police sirens blared throughout the park and the two girls broke away quickly as the sirens got closer.
"Shit," Emily whispered. She quickly stood from the grass and grabbed Spencer's wrists and pulling her up from the grass. The brunette wiped her eyes and sighed, "We have to go, Spencer. Now."
Rosewood PD. Move it, kids. Now! It's past park hours.
The girls ran out of the park and towards their cars. Thank God, it was dark as hell or else they would have been caught.
Emily unlocked the car doors and the girls hurriedly got in the car, Emily laughing quietly as she started the engine.
The blonde stared at the girl wide eyed and with a hint of a smile on her face, "What the hell, Emily?" Her breath heavy, "I didn't even know we had—"
The girl was silenced by the senior's lips crashing against her own, Spencer's eyes immediately shutting. Emily placed her hand on the nape of the freshmen's neck, deepening the kiss. The senior felt Spencer pulling away, but she didn't want that just yet. She pulled the girl closer to her, disabling her from breaking the kiss.
Spencer smiled in the kiss at how needy Emily was being at the moment. She placed her hand on top of Emily's squeezing it and cooperating with Emily. Soon enough, Emily finally surrendered, her forehead resting against the fifteen year old.
"You're a really good kisser," Emily whispered.
The ninth grader smiled, "I learn a lot from movies." She whispered back, causing both if the girls to break into laughter.
The swim captain pulled away and put the car into drive, pulling out of the driveway of the park. "I feel like I've known you forever." This wasn't a whisper. It was just a soft tone,almost like she was scared to say it. "Thank you for that."
The blonde smiled and grabbed Emily's free hand, observing her facial expressions and the way her eyebrows rose up and down with every word she said.
You're welcome.
Emily finally came to a halt in front of Spencer's house where the two girls now were just sitting, neither wanting to say anything or move . . . just looked. Stared. Adored. Listened to the thoughts in their head.
I feel like I've known you forever.
You're really pretty.
You're amazing.
I just really like your eyes.
The words played throughout the blonde's thoughts over and over again. She couldn't stop smiling. How did she get so lucky? How did she get so lucky? Spencer Hastings. Her. She got lucky . . . but how? Whhhy?
She was only a fifteen year old freshmen that had a severe amount of depression and anger issues and family problems and . . . the list could go on, but the point is. Her.
Emily liked her. Of all the people the beautiful twelfth grader had to choose from, she chose Spencer. She had admitted to liking Spencer. She hugged Spencer. She held hands with Spencer. She kissed Spencer.
But Emily on the other hand couldn't believe the blonde had chosen her. Breaking the silence, the older girl had finally spoke, "Let's stay up all night together."
The slender girl's eyebrows furrowed, "You want me to sneak you into my room?" She asked with an incredulous look on her face, "Or do you want to sneak into my room Rapunzel style?"
The brunette laughed, "Actually I was just thinking about us texting until 3 AM, but me sneaking into your room would be fun . . . and also really badass."
"Three?" Spencer laughed. "Is that the best you can do?" She scoffed. "Try not sleeping at all and still having to go to school." The ninth grader got out of the car and turned around to Emily with smirk on her face.
"I'll give you a signal, which means you have fifteen seconds to run into my house, lock the door, and run up into my room."
The senior nodded her head, "What's the signal?"
"My room light . . . when I turn it on, you start. Remember. Fifteen seconds. If you get caught, I'm going to pretend like this wasn't my idea." The younger girl laughed at the brunette's shocked expression.
Emily shook her head slowly, "I will try not to get caught then."
Spencer nodded her head and ran towards her house, unlocking the door and shutting it softly. She looked in the living room and saw her mother asleep on the couch. She walked over to her mom and shook her lightly.
"Mom," she whispered and her mom immediately opened her eyes. "Hi." She picked her mother up from the couch and headed towards her parents' room.
Her mother groaned, "You're going to school tomorrow, young lady . . . no matter how late you come in from hanging out with Emily."
Spencer blushed and laughed softly, "Yeah, Mom. I know, now let's get you into bed."
"I'm not sleeping with you tonight?"
"Not tonight. Where's Dad?" She laid Veronica down gently on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.
Veronica shut her eyes. "He had to work late today because of um," her voice softened. "Because so many days missed and uh," she sighed sleepily. "Goodnight, Hun."
Spencer kissed her mother on the forehead, "Goodnight Mom, I love you so much."
"You too, sweetie." She smiled a sleepy smile. "Swim practice tomorrow?"
"Maybe." The blonde nodded. "Now go to sleep, Mother."
She watched as her mother's breathing began to slow and she bent down and gave her mother another firm kiss on the forehead.
The slender fifteen year old then headed upstairs into her room, purposely forgetting to turn off the TV. She giggled to herself and flipped the switch in her room, illuminating the room. She began to count.
1... 2... 3... Slam. 4... 5... Click. 6... Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 7... 8... 9... 10... 11... Knock. Knock.
Spencer opened the door with a smile on her face, "Eleven seconds." Emily fell dramatically across the bed, "Really, Emily? That wasn't even that much work."
"I did an extra job though." The senior breathed out, "You forgot to turn off the TV in the living room, you dork."
The blonde shut the door to her room and laid next to Emily on the bed, "I did that on purpose, jerk." She pulled the older girl closer to her and kissed her on the cheek, "But four seconds later, my mom probably would've caught you."
Emily nodded, "Yeah I kind of figured."
The freshmen nodded her head and climbed on top of Emily so that everything was on top of the senior, from her legs to her knees, to her . . . Spencer took in a breath. Breasts. The smaller girl folded her arms across Emily's chest. Their eyes were now gazing into one another's.
"Do you like being on top of me?"
Spencer smirked. "Kind of. Do you like being on top of me?"
"More than you'll ever know." The swim captain giggled, grabbing the girl above her by the waist. "I like being around you either way, Spencer."
The sound of the older girl's voice made Spencer's insides flutter with joy. She sounded so genuine, so real. And the ninth grader loved every bit of it.
She placed both of her hands on either side of the brunette's head. She didn't know what was going on with her tonight, but all she knew was that she wanted to kiss the girl below her. She wanted to kiss the daylights out of her. Or did she want to be touched? Or did she . . . did she want both?
She whispered in a raspy tone, looking straight at Emily, "I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. But whatever it is, I like it."
And before the senior could respond, Spencer was kissing her. She was kissing her hard. She was kissing her and it felt good. Both of their eyes closed at the exact same time, their urges getting the best of them.
The blonde let her hand travel down Emily's waist and she gripped the hem of the older girl's shirt tightly in her hand.
Emily, on the other hand, was trying her best not to just flip the younger girl on her back and just . . . just have her way with her. Sure, this felt great, but hearing the sound of Spencer moaning would make the twelfth grader feel even better.
She broke the kiss briefly to look at the other blonde's face. To just take in her features: her somewhat chiseled cheek bones, her perfect plump lips, her dark innocent, but not, eyes. The little birthmark that rested on her creamy white cheek, slightly below her nose. Let's face it.
"You're so beautiful, Spencer." Emily whispered, her comment making the blonde's cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. "I could look at you all day."
Spencer scoffed. "I don't know about that."
"Why don't you know?"
The blonde gave the brunette a look, "I might be pretty on the outside, but not on the inside."
"You seem like a pretty amazing girl to me, Spencer." Emily admitted, her eyes glistening from the light of the moon that shone through the window.
The smaller girl rolled her eyes and sat up against Emily, her legs on both sides of the girl's waist. "I was diagnosed with depression, sometimes I even go to therapy. Does that sound amazing to you?"
The senior opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by Spencer, "Everyday I feel lonely. Everyday. Even when I'm with people. There's not a fucking day that goes by that I don't feel lonely."
Emily used all of her strength to lift herself up. Her nose touching Spencer's. She whispered, "You don't have to keep going. I understand."
"I'm tired of feeling alone, Emily."
Spencer sniffed. Her tears were screaming desperately to fall, but she didn't want to let herself cry in front of Emily. She refused to.
The swim captain nodded her head. And it was in that moment that she had never been more happy to have such an enormous crush on someone in her entire life. She liked to see people break down in front of her. It made her feel like she was important to at least someone. That they trusted her so much that they were willing to cry in front of her.
Emily ran her hands up Spencer's back, her delicate fingers slipping under the girl's shirt. "You never have to feel alone again, Spence . . . r."
The blonde laughed, her sadness slowly subsiding at the girl's slip up, "You can call me Spence if you want, Emily." She placed the palm of her hand on the brunette's soft cheek, "And I was hoping I wouldn't have to anymore. You were the one who I wanted to pull me out of that place."
"And how's that working out for you?"
The smaller girl leaned in slowly, her eyes glancing at the way Emily licked her lips slowly. "Really well, Em."
Em.
The twelfth grader smiled softly, "That's good." She leaned in too, her lips grazing the blonde's. "I'm glad I'm able to help you on that front." Lips met lips once again for the umpteenth time that night.
But this time, the kiss was different. It had been more passionate and there was something there that the girls couldn't quite out their finger on. It was a feeling that neither of them could name . . or at least they had thought they couldn't name.
But whatever it was, it sent electricity throughout both of their bodies. It was like it started in Spencer's body and traveled to Emily's, the little shocks of electricity flowing from body to body making Spencer's heart thump . . . and thump and thump in her chest.
The two girls pulled away, both of them gasping for that little amount of air. Emily shut her eyes and rested her forehead against the younger girl's. "I like you so much, Spencer Hastings."
"I like you too, Emily Fields." The girl whispered. "From the first moment I saw you."
The two girls kissed one more time before breaking their embraces and cuddling into one another under the covers, Spencer's left leg overlapping both of Emily's legs.
"Em?" Spencer felt herself getting drowsy, Emily hummed, "I don't think I'll be able to pull that all nighter with you."
And she didn't.
Spencer knew this place. This was Byron Montgomery's car. She recognized the lemony car freshener smell and Aria's brother, Mike's, field hockey team picture in the window shield. The girl ran her fingers over the fuzzy pieces of fabric from the seat. God, did she miss this car . . . and Aria. But what was she doing here? The blonde wasn't aware of the two people in the passenger's and front seat until voices echoed throughout her ears.
"Come on, Byron. Seriously, we really have to hurry." Spencer's friend, Aria spoke, her voice irritated. "We're going to miss the cake and I at least have to make it there for that." The tiny girl leaned her head against the window. "I knew this trip was a bad idea."
Spencer leaned her body in between the two seats in the front. "Aria?" She reached her hand out to touch her best friend's face, but her hand went straight through. Her breathing began to pick up, "Aria, can you hear me? Aria!"
Byron sucked his teeth, "I'm trying my hardest, honey. This traffic is kicking my ass." He beeped his horn and yelled out the window at the car in front of him. "You drive like my dead grandmother!"
The petite girl groaned, tears now slipping down her cheeks, "Spencer and Alison are going to hate me." She shook her head and stared out the window, "I cannot believe this. I have never missed my friends' birthdays, ever."
Aria's father glanced over at his daughter, noticing her despondent facial expression. "Aria Marie Montgomery, don't give up hope. I promise you that we will make it to that party."
"When? Tomorrow?" She rolled her eyes. "Because that's what it effing feels like."
Spencer laughed at the last part of the girl's sentence. Aria's parents had told her to watch her mouth when they were seven so when Spencer, Alison, and Aria were old enough to find a loop hole to those curse words, they had started sounding out the letters the curse word started with. So fuck would be eff. Shit would be ess. Ass would be . . . well, A-S-S. They didn't really find a loop hole for that so they kind of avoided saying that word around their parents.
Byron sighed. "I just can't win with you, can I?" Aria narrowed her eyes and turned her head towards her father, silently telling him to continue, "I take you on a little road trip and this is how you treat me . . . is it because of Meredith? Is she why you don't like me? I remember when you were little . . . you didn't even want me to leave the house, unless you went with me."
Spencer's face frowned and she looked out the window shield. When Aria and Spencer were eight, they were playing hide and seek in Aria's backyard. Aria was the hider; Spencer was the seeker. Eight-year-old Spencer had just got done counting and she went searching for eight-year-old Aria, only to find the girl standing in front of her parents' window. She had a blank expression on her face and eight-year-old Spencer ran towards the smaller girl to check on her. Her mouth went wide as she saw Aria's dad on top of someone that wasn't Aria's mom . . . it was Meredith Sorenson, the two girls' Pre-Kindergarten teacher.
It was only about three minutes later that Byron had finally looked up and saw the two girls staring at him and Ms. Sorenson. He jumped out of the bed, nearly making Meredith fall out of the bed too. It took the man only about thirty seconds to come to the backyard and try to explain to eight-year-old Spencer and Aria that what they had seen was only a mistake and that him and Meredith were only being friendly. That was the most amateurish excuse ever.
"Yeah," Aria spoke with another eye roll, "That was before I saw you getting freaky with my Pre-K teacher."
Thoughts of how distressed Ella Montgomery, Aria's mother, had been. Especially after finding out from Aria four months later. Yeah, Aria had kept it a secret for that long because her father had sworn he would never do it again. You'd think he would learn to be more careful after being caught the first time, but that wasn't the case. This time, Spencer had walked in on them on her own. Aria and the girl were supposed to be having a playdate, which they did . . . after the little girl had told Aria what had happened. Byron had begged Spencer not to tell, but Spencer just couldn't keep her mouth shut for that long . . . even though it had been only five minutes.
The girl loved Aria and she couldn't something like that from her friend.
The sound of Byron honking his horn again broke the girl from her thoughts. "Hurry the hell up."
Aria shook her head, "It's no use, Byron. It's not like you yelling is going to make the traffic on this highway speed up. Spencer and Alison are going to hate me, you and Mom are going to get a divorce . . . I might as well die right now." She leaned her head against the warm window, her eyes shutting and her mind trying to block out all sounds. It's like Spencer could hear her best friend's thoughts.
Might as well die, you're a fuck up anyway.
You couldn't even make it to your best friend's birthday party, you idiot.
And what kind of child are you? Keeping that secret away from your own mother. That's shitty, Ar. Real shitty.
I thought you loved your mother.
Mike already hates you and your father.
Just die, stupid.
Spencer tried to place her hand on the girl's shoulder, but once again, her hand flew straight through, a cool breeze flying throughout her body as her hand went through her friend's shoulders. "Ar, no. Don't think like that." She whispered to the girl, "It's fine, my party isn't that important. Your mother still loves you, I promise." Her voice broke as she wanted to cry at Aria's facial expression.
Thirty seconds, Spence. A voice spoke from the back of Spencer's mind. Thirty more seconds and your beloved Aria will be dead, and it will be all your fault. The blonde's breath caught in her throat. It couldn't be . . . right? She couldn't be dreaming of the car accident, right? Not when she doesn't even know what happened. The girl shut her eyes tightly, trying to wake herself up. She even tried that line from that one movie: There's no place like home, there's no place like home. She tapped her bare feet together quickly, trying to wake herself up.
15 . . . 14 . . . 13 . . . 12 . . . 11 . . . 10 . . . 09 . . . 08 . . .
"No please!" She pleaded, "Please someone wake me up." The girl cried out as loudly as she could, but as much as she tried, nothing happened. Nothing happened and Spencer swore that she had begun spinning, her head, everything. "Stop! Please, I don't want to see anymore."
05 . . . 04 . . . 03 . . . 02 . . . 01 . . . CRASH! FLIP! FLIP! FLIP! THUD!
The blonde wasn't dizzy anymore. She wasn't hurt . . . she wasn't even in the car anymore. The scene had changed. The air suddenly smelled wet and dewey, slightly burning. Her vision was slowly returning and all she could make out of the incoming light was a flipped over car, other cars continuing to slowly pass by.
Byron climbed out of the car and crawled hurriedly over to the passenger's side. Tears fell down Spencer's cheek as Byron screamed for help. He kicked the window open with his feet and pulled his daughter out of there. The blonde shut her eyes tightly and reopened them. Byron was now glaring at her, his eyes shooting bullet holes into Spencer's.
Aria laid in the man's lap lifelessly, her head gushing with blood. "You killed her!" Byron screamed at the girl and Spencer's heart dropped, "You killed my daughter. She is dead because of you!"
The fifteen year old shook her head, "No." She put her hands over her ears to block out the sounds of Aria's dad screaming at her. "No! I didn't kill her! Stop it! Please!"
You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her.
She's dead now, Spencer. And you killed her. Emily better watch her back because her crush likes to kill people.
"Stooooop!" The girl fell to her knees, her eyes locked on her best friend, "Aria, I'm sorry. So sorry, please forgive me, Ar . . . please? Please!"
I thought we were friends, Spencer. But you killed me. What friend does that?
Spencer. Spencer! Spencer wake up!
"Wake up!" Emily's concerned face came into view, "Are you okay, Spence?" She whispered, "You were having a nightmare, weren't you?" The younger girl nodded and Emily pulled her girl into her body, cutting off her circulation but she didn't care. Not in the slightest. She watched as tiny beads of sweat rolled down Spencer's forehead. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Spencer curled into the swimmer, her face still in shock at the nightmare she had just had. She could hardly breath because the dream had taken up all of her energy. She spoke in tiny breaths, "I'm, uh." Breath. "I'm sorry for." Breath. "For falling asleep." Breath. "On you."
The brunette smiled softly to the girl and gave her a soft peck on the cheek, "It's okay, Hun. I understand that you were tired . . . do you want to talk about your nightmare?" Spencer shook her head, "Okay then, what do you want to talk about then? You know, to get your mind off of it?"
Spencer wrapped her arm around Emily's torso, one of her legs crossing the older girl's. "I just want to lay here, with you. When I'm with you, I feel relaxed." The blonde girl whispered, her fingers delicately slipping under Emily's shirt, causing Emily's muscles to quiver.
"Officially the best day ever, Spencer." Emily spoke in a light tone, using her index finger to lift Spencer's chin, connecting their eyes together. "Best. Day. Ever." Kissing Spencer's lips with each word.
The ninth grader laughed, "I like how you think you can just steal kisses from me, ma'am." Emily's eyebrows raised slightly causing Spencer to let out another laugh, "You have to earn them."
"Oh so I haven't already?"
The young girl shook her head teasingly, eyes still connected with each other's. "You make me forget about all of my problems, Emily." She rested her forehead against the swim captain's. "I like you, a lot." She observed the smile on Emily's face. It was a sleepy one, kind of lazy. Her eyes were half lidded. "Before you go to sleep, you have to say it back. I want to hear you say it back, Emily."
The brunette smiled and leaned in to place a kiss on the freshmen's lips, "I like you too." She spoke softly, the sleepiness taking over her body. Her eyes shut slowly, "Maybe by the end of the year 2008, I would end up loving you."
Spencer's heart stopped. I sure hope so, Emily Fields.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Spencer's alarm clock chirped throughout the room. The slender girl groaned as she turned over on her side, about to turn it off, but her body was quickly halted by something that made her face light up. She ran her fingers down the girl's arm, her eyes still closed.
The brunette next to her stirred. "Spence." Emily stated with fear in her voice. The freshmen's eyebrows furrowed and she opened her eyes slowly, her face inches away from the older girl's.
"What?"
Emily's eyes slowly rose up. Spencer sat up and followed her gaze, only to be startled by the figure that was standing above them. Peter.
"Uh hey Dad." The freshmen greeted.
"Morning." Peter's eyebrows furrowed, "What is Emily doing here so early? In bed with you?"
Emily's head hung as she spoke, "I stayed the night." She murmured loud enough for him to hear. "I'm sorry, Msr. Hastings."
"Why are you apologizing?" Spencer asked.
Before the senior could answer, she heard footsteps coming toward her room, "Spencer, I told you to not sleep through your—" they appeared in the doorway, "Uh-oh." Ahem. "Morning."
Peter looked at Veronica, "Did you know that our daughter let someone sleep over?" Her asked, curiosity seeping through his voice, "When I walked in, they were holding one another. Is there something that I should know, Spence?"
The ninth grader cleared her throat, her back now placed firmly against her headboard. Spencer grabbed the older girl's hand, slipping her fingers into the other girl's. She gave Emily a sympathetic look and glanced over at her mom. "I'm gay, Dad . . . she—" she looked into Emily's eyes. "— is someone I really like."
Veronice hummed and placed her hand on the younger girl's dad's shoulder. "When she told me, guessed what she used? The Kinsey Scale and I was so impressed."
Peter shrugged his shoulders and looked over to Emily, "Do you reciprocate the feelings that my daughter has for you?" He watched as the brunette nodded. "As long as you don't hurt her, I'm fine with that."
The swim captain raised her eyebrows, "That's it?" The two parents shrugged their shoulders and nodded with smiles on their faces. "Wow, Spence. I love your parents." She squeezed the ninth grader's hand.
I love my parents too.
The two girls were now sitting inside Emily's car eating a breakfast burrito from McDonald's. After Emily had to go home, take a shower (thank god her mom and Carolyn had already left.), and do other things, they had no time to eat breakfast. It was the freshmen's decision to stop at the restaurant since it was the closest to the school. Emily wanted Starbucks . . . but it was on the other side of town.
The brunette started her car, "Ugh this is disgusting."
"And yet you're still eating it, Em." Spencer giggled, taking a bite out of her burrito. "If it is disgusting, why are you still eating it then?"
"Because I need the most important meal of the day, dork." She smiled and pulled out of the restaurant's parking lot. "Hand me the orange juice."
"I thought it was mine."
The senior scoffed, "Hell no. We are sharing that." She glanced over at Spencer.
Spencer laughed softly, taking the orange juice out of the cup holder and taking a sip out of it, "Why didn't you get your own?"
"I paid for that so technically, it is mine. Now give it to me, geek."
"Geek?" The blonde's eyebrows rose, "That's a new one. Got anymore?"
The twelfth grader shook her head amusingly, "Maybe but I won't share if you don't give me a sip of your orange juice."
"Just pull off so we won't be late."
Ten minutes and a sip of orange juice later, the two girls pulled into the Rosewood High School parking lot; Spencer with a playful pout on her face and Emily with a triumphant smile. Somehow, the senior had convinced the girl to give her the cup of orange juice and even though it was almost gone, she still drunk the last of it.
The classical music played throughout the school. Emily groaned. "That's our classroom cue."
And I really enjoy writing this haha. I want to finish this until Emily graduates so, it's probably going to be like two more chapters after this. Next chapter is going to be Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas and New Years all into one! I'm hoping you guys are enjoying this short story. For me, it's hitting so close to home because like Spencer, I lost someone that was important to me and was also having problems afterwards. And yes, there was a person who pulled me out of that state and til this day, I still thank her so much. So yeah, I love you guys and I hope you're enjoying! Mwah, mwah! Deuces!