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Enjoy Chapter 5.
I crack up just as the door swings open and Spencer's standing there in all her blonde glory. She arches a perfect eyebrow in my direction but I'm too busy guffawing like an idiot to answer her questioning look.
"What's so funny?" She asks in this little confused voice, which yep, you guessed it, I found utterly adorable.
"Nothing." I breathe out, my laughter receding into chuckles.
A tall, dark haired man appears behind Spencer and I now know where she gets her eyes from. His are the exact same shade of electric blue.
"Taylor?" He asks in concern, immediately spotting her bloody forehead. "What happened?"
"Got head butted." Taylor shrugs nonchalantly, like getting head butted is a daily occurrence for her.
"Mom's already in the living room with the first aid kit." Spencer explains to him as Taylor and I shuffle through the threshold. Mr. Carlin takes hold of Taylor's elbow and helps her through to the lounge with Spencer and I following behind.
I spot who I assume is Spencer's Mom perched on the couch in front of the fattest first aid kit I have ever seen in my life. I could probably fit my whole body in that thing! Don't worry I'm not going to try because firstly, I don't want Spencer's parents to think I'm crazy and secondly, the last time I said I could fit my whole body into something I ended up wedged in a trunk for thirty minutes until Taylor could come and bust me out. Not fun.
Mr Carlin sits Taylor down on the couch and Mrs Carlin immediately goes into doctor mode, asking her questions, whilst removing the bandage and inspecting the cut which is still oozing blood. Taylor just sits there looking extremely happy to be poked and prodded around by the older blonde.
She's right by the way. Mrs Carlin is pretty hot. She's tall, slim and has great legs but in my personal opinion, she doesn't hold a candle to her daughter. `
"Would you like something to drink?" Spencer whispers in my ear as I linger awkwardly in the doorway, a delectable shiver running down my spine as her warm breath hits my neck.
"Sure." I offer her a small smile. "I'll come with." I don't think I can stand Taylor getting off on being fawned over by Mommy Carlin for much longer.
I follow Spencer into the kitchen, unable to resist checking out her ass as she walks slightly in front of me.
"What can I get you?" She asks as she turns to face me. I quickly avert my eyes but there's something about her expression that makes me think that she knows exactly what I was just doing.
"Glass of water will be fine thanks."
Spencer nods and turns to reach up and grab a glass from the cabinet. As she does so her shirt rides up , giving me a nice view of some of the smoothest, lower back skin I have ever seen. You know when you get the urge to reach out and touch something when you know you're not supposed to? Yep, I am totally getting that urge right now. I think my hand just spasmed a little bit.
Jesus Ashley, get a grip!
"Ash? Ashley?"
Oops. I was too busy internally berating myself to notice that Spencer is now standing in front of me, waving her free hand in front of my face.
"Sorry." I take the water she's holding out to me and give her my best smile. You know the one with the nose crinkle? Apart from my car and my body, that's the other thing that gets me the ladies.
"That's okay." She smiles back and my stomach does the 'falling off the giraffe' thing again. "We should get back in there." She points towards the living room. "My Mom's probably finished stitching Taylor up by now."
"I hope so." I reply. "Because I'm not going back in there until Taylor is an appropriate distance away from your Mother."
"What do you mean?" She tilts head to the side and that's the second time I've fallen off that damn giraffe in the space of a minute.
"Sorry to be the one to tell you this but Tay thinks your Mom is a total MILF."
"A what?"
Aw, bless her little, cotton socks. She's so innocent!
Er, what the fuck? Did I just bless her cotton socks? She's not even wearing socks for fucks sake, she's bare foot...but her feet are actually really cute. Is it weird that I find Spencer's cute feet kind of a turn on?
"Er, Ashley? Why are you staring at my feet?"
Shit.
"I was just admiring them." I tell her, internally hitting myself in the head with an anvil as she looks slightly weirded out. "Anyway, as I was saying before, a MILF is a 'Mom I'd like to fuck', so basically, Taylor wants to fuck your Mom."
I have to laugh at the look on her face. It's somewhere between disgust and disbelief with a side portion of revulsion.
"Ew. I'd rather you hadn't told me that." She says after a moment in this whiny voice that is seriously adorable.
"Sorry." I chuckle slightly. "But you did ask."
"Yeah, I know. Remind me never to ask again."
I laugh lightly and take a sip of my water.
"I'm glad I came to the game today." Spencer breaks the silence. "I admit I was a bit apprehensive at first. Taylor told me you were going to be there and Madison's kinda told me a lot of things about you..."
Fucking Madison!
"Well I'm glad you came too." I tell her honestly. "And don't listen to a word Madison says because everything she says about me is complete bullshit."
"So you're not gay?" Spencer asks after a moment and if I'm not mistaken I swear she sounds kind of disappointed.
"Let me rephrase that. Don't listen to anything Madison says because most of it is bullshit." I send her my infamous cheeky smile.
"So, you are gay?" She tilts her head at me in confusion.
"Yep." I nod. "I'm gayer than Justin Bieber in a mankini."
She laughs as I cringe at the image I just gave myself. I'm definitely having nightmares about that tonight.
"Good to know." She says with a cute smile.
Hmm...What does that mean? Good to know as in, 'Great you're gay. That's cool.' Or as in 'Great you're gay, me too, let's fuck!'
If only I could read minds. Although, if did I don't think I could be friends with Taylor. Some of the shit floating around in that brain of hers would most likely scar me for life.
"Come on." Spencer nods towards the door. "They've probably finished by now."
"Let's hope so." I smirk in her direction. "But I blame you if I go in there to see your Dad tied up on the floor and Taylor molesting your Mom."
"Ashley!" She slaps me hard on the shoulder as I bolt out of the doorway and almost crash straight into Mr Carlin, who simply smiles warmly at me and continues his short walk to the kitchen.
We reach the living room just in time to hear Taylor say:
"I've got to say Mrs Carlin the place looks great. You have a much better eye for interior design than my last neighbours."
You have got to be shitting me! What a fucking suck up! Mrs Carlin is never gonna fall for that line of crap.
"Well thank you Taylor. And please, call me Paula." Mrs Carlin offers Taylor a huge smile.
Okay then, maybe I was wrong. I glance over at Spencer to see her looking between Taylor and her mother with a suspicious look. I can't help but let out a small snort, this shit is actually kinda funny.
"And who's this Spencer?"
Mommy Carlin has now turned her attention to me and I have to admit that I feel kind of uncomfortable under her scrutinising gaze.
"This is Taylor's best friend, Ashley Davies." Spencer introduces me and I smile when she says my full name. It sounds so sexy coming from her lips.
"Ashley Davies?" Spencer's Mom repeats my name and it doesn't sounds sexy at all when she says it. In fact, the way she said it makes me think that I might have been mentioned to her before. That cannot be a good thing. Who the fuck has she been talking to?
"Yeah. It's nice to meet you Mrs Carlin."
Spencer's Mom says nothing. She doesn't say it's nice to meet me and she definitely doesn't say that I can call her Paula. Is it me or did the atmosphere in here just get decidedly tense?
I think Taylor is feeling it too because she breaks the silence.
"Thanks so much for stitching me up Paula." She sends the older blonde a half-smile. The same half-smile she sends girls when we're out chasing tail may I add. "I can tell you're an excellent doctor."
"It's not a problem Taylor." Paula sends her a warm smile. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
I see Taylor bite her lip and shoot a look in my direction. Out of my peripheral vision I can also see Spencer frowning at her Mom.
And so she should! What the fuck did I do? I've never even met the woman and she already hates my guts.
"I'd love to." Taylor smiles. I'm going to kill her. How could she do this to me? "But I'm afraid I already have plans with Ashley tonight. Maybe some other time?"
Thank God. Sometimes I really don't give her enough credit, oh well; I'll buy her a fruit basket or something to show my appreciation.
"Oh, okay." Paula replies glaring in my direction, as though it's my fault that my best friend would rather spend time with me than her. "Another time."
"For sure." Taylor has the audacity to wink at the older Carlin, who just smiles back; apparently completely oblivious to the fact that Taylor is acting more like a horny lesbian than a friendly neighbour.
They both stand up and we all start to move towards the front door, Spencer throwing me an apologetic smile as we go. I don't know why, it's not her fault her Mom's a bitch.
"Well goodbye Taylor. It was so lovely to meet you. If your injury starts to bother you don't hesitate to call okay?" She says in a sweet voice and for a second I think that she might not be so bad. That is until she turns to me with cold eyes. "Goodbye Ashley."
"Goodbye." I reply, making sure my tone matches hers exactly.
Taylor opens the door and grabs my elbow, forcing me away from my staring match with Paula Carlin. Spencer follows us out onto the pathway.
"Sorry about her Ashley." She says immediately, biting her lip guiltily.
"Don't worry about it Spencer. It's cool." I reassure her.
And it is. I'm used to parents hating me, for some reason they think I'm a bad influence. I am slightly disappointed though. For some reason it mattered more to me what Spencer's parents thought of me than it did with any of the others. Oh well, at least her Dad didn't seem too bad.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. No worries." I shrug and reach over to pat her lightly on the shoulder. I quickly withdraw my hand as it instantly begins to tingle at the contact.
"Okay. Well I'll see you guys at school?"
"Yeah, maybe we can hang out again sometime? I had fun today." I tell her and throw in a nose crinkle smile just for the hell of it.
"Me too." She grins back and we stare at each other stupidly for a moment. That is until my ass of a best friend ruins it.
"Come on Ash." She grabs my hand. "Stop eye-shagging and walk me home. I'm bloody knackered!"
Spencer blushes about ten different shades of red and ducks her head as I send Taylor a death glare. She laughs it off and starts to walk down the path.
"Bye Spencer." She waves a lazy hand.
I turn back to the girl in front of me and smile when I see that her cheeks are still slightly flushed.
"Ignore her. She's a dick." I tell her and am pleased when she laughs that melodious laugh of hers.
"Yeah." She nods. "She is. So I'll see you around?"
I nod.
"Yeah. I'll see you around Carlin."
"Bye Ashley."
We exchange one more smile before I jog down the path to catch up with Taylor. I can hear her sniggering loudly a mile away and hip-check her as hard as I can when I reach her, which results in me rebounding off of her and almost falling over.
"What's so funny?" I ask as we start the short walk to Taylor's house.
"Paula hates your guts! Did you see the way she was looking at you?" She chuckles as though it's the funniest thing ever. Bitch.
"Yeah I did thanks; it wasn't exactly hard to miss. What the fuck did I do to her anyway?" I complain as we reach the front door and Taylor fishes around in her jeans pocket for her keys.
"Spencer told me that her Mum's one of those hardcore, devout Catholic types. I'd bet my bike that she's a total homophobe." She shrugs as she opens the door.
"But how does she even know I'm gay?" I ask. Seriously, has she been like stalking me or something?
"Your reputation does kind of precede you Ash." Taylor flashes me a smile and I'm not sure whether to feel proud or annoyed by her statement. She makes me sound like a complete whore. "I'd wager that she heard about you somewhere in the parent committee pipeline."
Damn those bitches!
Pretty much all the parents of the cheer-whores hate me because their stupid daughters go home and tell them that I tried to molest them. I wouldn't touch those skanks with a bargepole for crying out loud! Unfortunately for me, they're all on the parents committee so any new kids parents are definitely gonna be told to watch out for me in case I try and give their kids herpes.
And I haven't even got herpes! Oh, the injustice of it all.
"Wait a minute..." Something occurs to me. "If she's a homophobe, then why does she like you? You're even gayer than I am!"
It's true too. It's almost blindingly obvious that Taylor's a lesbian; she literally goes out of her way to fit the stereotype. She has short, floppy brown hair, massive arms, owns a cat, is extremely athletic and even wears button-down flannel shirts! And if that's not enough to give it away she has a massive tattoo of a dragon breathing rainbow-coloured fire above the word 'Pride' on her left bicep.
"I dunno." Taylor shrugs as we walk into the living room. "I guess it's my natural charm. Homophobic or not, women just can't resist me." She grins wolfishly and runs a hand over her body, dragging her tank top up slightly and showing off her tight abs.
If there's one thing that Taylor and I have in common, it's our lack of modesty.
"Er, what charm?" I reach up to flick her forehead.
"Whatever Davies." Taylor smirks as I follow her into the kitchen.
She reaches into the fridge and pulls out two bottles of beer, before twisting the caps off and handing one to me, as I perch on the countertop.
"So did you have fun with Spencer at the game today?" She asks, after taking a large swig.
The question is asked in her typical indifferent fashion but the glint in her hazel eyes is telling me that she's more interested in my answer than she's letting on.
"Yeah I did." I answer honestly, tugging at the label on my bottle. "She's pretty good company actually."
"Yeah. Smoking hot too." Taylor winks at me and an odd sensation bubbles in my stomach at hearing her talk about Spencer that way. I don't know why, we talk about girl's like that all the time, Spencer shouldn't be any different.
"That she is." I nod, ignoring the weird feeling. Maybe I'm just hungry or something.
I look up from my beer bottle to see Taylor surveying me through thoughtful eyes, her head cocked slightly to the side. Her head tilt is nowhere near as effective as Spencer's...
What the hell! Why does every other thought I have seem to revolve around the girl only met a week ago?
"What?" I snap. I really don't like people analysing me.
"Nothing." Taylor shrugs and she's really starting to piss me off with her stupid shrugging. "You hungry?"
"Starving." I reply with a grin.
Now we're talking. Taylor's a brilliant cook; it's probably a result of the fact that she has to cook for herself most days of the week because her Dad is always at work.
"We still on for Friday night?" Taylor asks me, as she pulls an assortment of pots and pans from the cupboard above her head.
Taylor and I go out pretty much every Friday night to a local club, Gray. It's our night of the week to just let loose, get drunk and get laid. We have an ongoing competition to try and bag the hottest girl in the club and I'm proud to say that it's normally me who wins. Taylor always seems to attract some serious freaks.
"Of course." I tell her, watching as she pulls various ingredients from the fridge.
Just as I'm about to offer to help I'm interrupted by a noise that sends shivers of terror down my spine and makes my blood run cold.
"Meow!"
Taylor's evil tabby cat from hell trudges boldly into the kitchen, narrowing his glowing, yellow eye in my direction as he passes by the counter.
"Cloppy!" Taylor all but squeals when she sees him, picking him up and cradling him to her chest like he's the most precious thing to ever grace the earth. As she's nuzzling her face into his ugly, grey fur he turns his squashed little face in my direction and sends me this little, gloating smirk. Like he thinks that I'm jealous that Taylor isn't nuzzling my hair or something. Stupid cat.
After Madison and Aiden, Cloppy is the bane of my existence and has been ever since Taylor and I met. The first time I ever went to Taylor's house, I left with one sock, ripped shorts and a savaged arm with Taylor having the audacity to insist that he was just being friendly because if there's one thing you should know, it's that in the world of Taylor Jones the sun shines out of Cloppy's ass.
She's had him since she was eight years old because her parents didn't want any more children and were worried that she would get lonely. So they sent her down to the animal shelter to pick out a cute, little kitten but Taylor being Taylor returned with Cyclops, the one-eyed tailless spawn of the cat devil.
"Look Cloppy, Mummy has a boo-boo." Taylor coos, lifting Cloppy up further to see her gauze-covered cut.
I don't think she has any idea how ridiculous she sounds when she baby talks to that monster. I might film her one day and show her. After I post it on Facebook that is.
"And look baby, it's your Auntie Ashley!" The next thing I know Taylor has thrust the damn thing in my face.
"Taylor!" I yell, clenching my eyes shut before Cloppy tries to blind me with his inch long claws. I'm convinced that since he only has one eye he's gonna try and steal one of mine.
Taylor just laughs and thankfully pulls the disgusting ball of fur away from me. Even three years after Cloppy and I declared war on each other Taylor still doesn't seem able to comprehend that I don't like her cat.
My stomach rumbles loudly and Taylor laughs.
"Alright Ash, I get the picture." She says, setting Cloppy down on the floor, which I'm pleased to see he doesn't look too happy about. Haha cat, you lose, I'm getting fed before you are. I discreetly stick my tongue out at him when Taylor's not looking.
Cloppy just stares back at me, an evil grin forming on his face before he lets out the most pitiful mewl possible.
"Meow!"
"Oh, I'm sorry buddy!" Taylor picks up her beloved cat and turns to face me. "I'm just gonna go and feed Cloppy and then I'll be right back."
She hoists him onto her shoulder and heads out of the room with Cloppy smirking at me over her shoulder.
Damn it. 1-0 to Cloppy.
I really hate that cat.
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