Spencer laughs, "So how long have you known?"
Hmm, I think she might be interested, "You mean for sure? Then that would be at fourteen."
"So when'd you first kiss a girl?"
"When I was twelve." I laugh because she makes a face like huh, "We were playing house and I was the husband and she was the wife so... we kissed."
"Do you remember the girl?" she asks.
Yeah, she's right upstairs, "Yeah, I still hang out with her, too."
"And y'all aren't together?"
I shake my head, "Nope, she's just my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Jamie."
"Oh... oh." Spencer should really get a new phrase.
I smirk, "Yeah, we kissed. And we pretty much vowed never to do it again two years later. But here I am. Anything else?"
"I'm sorry if you feel like I'm grilling you, I just-"
I cut her off, "No, please, ask all the questions you want. I don't have a life anymore."
"Do your parents know, you know, about you?" she's not very good with words, I'm gonna play with her a little bit.
"Do my parents know that... I can get enough of the panties at Victoria's Secret? No, they don't. They'd kill me if they knew what I was spending my money on."
She giggles, "Cute."
I shrug my shoulders, "What can I say? Anyway, no, they don't know about me and I hope to keep it that way. Meaning don't tell your parents, please."
Spencer shakes her head from left to right, "No, no, no I wouldn't do that."
"Okay, good. But there has been those awkward moments where they continuously ask me where my boyfriend is or they walk in on something." I say thinking about the billions of times at dinner they've asked about my boyfriend. And the times where they practically caught Chrissy and I...
"What do you mean walk in on something? What's something?" Spencer asks, she's supposed to be smart if she went to camp with Kyla.
"I mean," how do I explain this? "Oh, okay. So there was this one time, recently where my dad came home and caught me horizontal 'tangoing'," I use quotation fingers, "with Chrissy. We were drenched from jumping in the pool with our clothes on and we were in our underwear on the couch."
"What'd your dad say?" Spencer says smiling, totally interested.
I chuckle, "I convinced him that we were in our underwear because or clothes were soaked from jumping in the pool, which was the truth. And as far as us being on the couch... I said she lost her earring in the couch and we were looking for it."
Spencer laughs, "And your dad believed that?"
I nod and laugh, "Yeah, or he just doesn't wanna face reality."
Spencer laughs dies down, "So you do have a girlfriend?"
"Who?" who the hell did I mention to make her think I had a girl-
"You said you were on the couch with Chrissy."
"Uh-huh." What is she getting at? Don't tell me that she's one of those girls that has to be in a relationship to do anything.
"Well, I assumed that-"
I cut her of right there. I need to make this clear, "No. I don't have a girlfriend. And Chrissy was never my girlfriend..."
"Oh... oh." there she goes again with that Oh thing.
"I think you need to get a new catch phrase."
She smiles, "So have you ever been in a relationship?"
I roll my eyes, "With a girl or boy?"
"Have you ever been with a boy?" she asks.
I sigh, "Sadly enough, I have." I sigh, yet again.
"Really?"
"Well, I haven't always known I was gay or I wasn't ready to accept it."
She gets this confused look on her face, "I thought you said you knew you were gay when you were fourteen."
I nod, "Well, I knew I liked girls but I wasn't ready to take on the full name of lesbian. I mean, no one looks forward to being a social outcast." Sad truth but it's still the truth, you know?
I think I can see her crunching all this information in her head. "Okay, so when was your last male relationship?"
I laugh, "You make it sound so scientific." She smiles so I guess I have to continue talking, "Uh, Aiden Dennison. I'm only saying him because he was the last guy I ever dated it and it was completely official."
"What happened?" she asks.
"My sophomore year I went out with him and I realized that there was no real attraction there. I was more interested in the girls that walked by during dinner than what he had to say." Spencer giggles so I continue, "I mean it's not like he was saying stupid stuff. He was saying something everyone wants to hear, and I felt kinda odd not really caring about what he was saying and that's when I really knew."
Spencer turns her whole body towards me, sitting on her right leg and propping herself up with her arm to listen to me, "What kinda stuff?"
"We dated for nine months so I guess it was okay that he told me loved me and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me," Ugh, fucking gross, commitment scares me, "And I just wanted to bang-I mean talk to the the hostess or the waitress or something."
"Did you guys..." she trails off... can she not say sex?
"Have sex?" I spit it out for her, "Yeah, I didn't enjoy it. It was more like a performance than anything."
"Were you a virgin before him?" she asks quietly. This getting kinda personal but I don't really care, it's not a big deal.
"No. I had another boyfriend before him..." Someone needs to interrupt us. I don't wanna talk about Jimmy, I wish I could turn back the hands of time. He was such a jackass, can't believe I checked my v-card into that hotel. I must've been drunk twenty-four seven.
"What was his-" Spencer starts but I hear the door open.
I look over and I see Kyla. She can't say anything about us considering that we're on opposite sides of the couch. Kyla narrows her eyes at me, I get that look from all the cheer whores. Scary, "Hey, I'm back."
"Really, Ky? Couldn't really tell because you know I'm blind and all." I actually kinda am without my contacts or glasses but I'm wearing my contacts.
Kyla rolls her eyes as she walks up to the couch, "Shut up. So what'd you guys do while I was gone?"
I think about my answer, wisely, "We robbed a few banks, burned a few houses, oh and we had a threesome, right, Spen?" I say.
Spencer looks up at Kyla who's hovering over her. God, Kyla, don't get so defensive of your territory, "Yep. That's exactly what happened." Spencer looks away from Kyla quickly to me, "Did you call me Spen?"
I nod, "Yeah, I just think Spence is over used. So I'm gonna call you Spen, it'll be my thing, my pet name for you." I wink.
Spencer blushes, "Okay, that's great, I guess."
Kyla looks at the time on the TV, "Well, Spence, I think we should be getting to bed."
Spencer stands up then walks over next to Kyla, "Okay, it is kinda late." she says.
I get up then stand next to Kyla which makes it so I'm right across from Spencer, "It was fun talking, eh? Aside from the third degree and all." I say smiling.
She smiles and Kyla looks between the both of us, "Alright, um, you know which room's mine. You can borrow some pajamas if you need to. There should be some in the second draw on the right." Kyla says to Spencer.
Spencer looks to Kyla, "Okay," she turns to me, "Good night." Then she walks to the stairs. Kyla and I follow behind her but only to the stairs. I watch her go up the stairs and when she's out of my sight I look at Kyla with a stupid ass smirk.
She hits me on the arm, kinda hurt, "Ow, what?"
"No." is all she says.
"No to what?"
Kyla narrows her eyes at me, "You know what."
My eyes practically bug out of my head, "Sorry, I don't. No what?"
"Dont' mess with Spencer."
"Why?" She's fine and I think she might like me.
Kyla shakes her head, "I heard that, and I don't care if you think she's fine. I don't want you hurting her feelings."
"I'm not gonna hurt her." That's never my intention when I go out with someone, Jesus.
"Whatever, don't toy with her emotions."
"And what makes you think I don't like her, hmm?" she don't know me... even though she's my twin. Doesn't mean a thing.
"You don't have to like girls to screw them over." Ouch, Ky.
I roll my eyes, "It's not like I do it on purpose, jeez, Ky, you act like I'm a monster or something." She's never been this mean to me...
She sighs, she better be saying sorry, "I'm sorry," she whispers, "but... if anything happens between you and her and it doesn't work out the way either one of you want then every thing's gonna get all fucked up."
I whisper back to her, "Well, why do you automatically think that something is gonna go wrong? Why you gotta be so negative?"
"Because I know you!" she says raising her voice. She realizes that that was really loud so she whispers, "I know you, Ashley. Lookâlook at who you're with now, actually, you're not even with Chrissy now are you? I don't want you play with Spencer the way you play with Chrissy."
She's talking like I'm such a horrible jackass. I mean, I told Chrissy how it was before we started what we were starting. It's her fault if she starts to like me, okay, that was bitchy of me to say. I whisper back to her and this is getting ridiculous, "Chrissy knew what she was getting into with me, okay? You can ask her yourself, I specifically told her that I wasn't looking for a relationship. I'm not ready for one ever since..." Erin screwed me over. Kyla knows that. Erin basically ripped my heart out...
Kyla rolls her eyes, "Okay, fine but I don't want you messing around with Spencer. She's not gonna be one of your little skanky ass toys."
"Well, you know Spencer's a big girl, what if she wants to mess around with me? I'm not gonna say no to her... she's too hot." I raise my right eyebrow, "She can take care of herself, Kyla, you're not her watch dog."
Kyla rolls her eyes, "Whatever. Stay away from her." Kyla starts to stomp up the stairs.
I yell to her, "And if I don't? Are we gonna have a little rumble? You gonna take me down for the count, sis?"
Kyla turns around and yells down to me, "Yeah."
"Oh, and I'd like to see you try, baby," I blow her a kiss and she narrows her eyes at me then continues fe-fi-fo-fuming up the stairs. I hear her room door slam and I roll my eyes and make an irritated sound, "Ugh!"
I grab the remote and start turning off all the electronics that are on. Ugh, where the hell are my parents? I should let them do this... even if I did turn all this crap on, ugh, fuck Kyla.
I turn off all the lights except for the light over the kitchen stove. I walk over to the alarm system and arm it before walking to the bottom of the stairs. I look around the room to make sure every thing's okay; it is. On my way to lala land.