Lol. Apparently if someone interrupts Spencer and Ashley I'm evil. Then, if no one interrupts them… I'll still be evil. Lol how am I supposed to win? But guess what, no one's gonna interrupt Ashley… at the moment. ;)

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I lift my head up and look at her, "So," I sigh again, "Erin and I dated for seven months..." and I continue to tell her the rest of the story. She keeps eye contact with me, no matter what I say. I tell her every known fact, well, everything I know because apparently I don't know everything.

And then I finally get through all the most recent events, "...and I met her today at Starbucks."

"How'd it go?" she asks. She's been asking questions throughout my whole explanation, I think that's a good sign.

"Bad. I just really couldn't talk to her. It was just too hard."

Spencer places her hand on my hand which is resting on the armrest. I try not to make it so obvious that I noticed but I definitely did. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's cool. It's taken me a little bit over six months but I'm over it." I think I am. She starts rubbing the back of my hand, gently. I'm starting to blush a little bit. "So any secrets about the mysterious Spencer Carlin?" I ask.

She smiles, "Do I look like the type to have secrets?"

"Everyone has secrets; big or smile." I smirk. That's something I learned so far in life, "So what's one of yours, that's the least you could give me after I gave you the juiciest tale at our school."

She laughs and opens her mouth but a knock at her window makes us both of us jump. Spencer looks closer, "Mom?" she says then she takes her hand off mine. Spencer opens her door, "What are you doing here?"

"Today was a half a day. I've been waiting for you at home for the past two hours." she doesn't even look at me. Mom's have this mom radar that tells them when a kid is bad or does stuff that's against their religion. That's the only reason I came up with for why Jamie's mom hates my guts. I've been nothing but nice to that bitch—I mean lady. I use manners and she still hates for Jamie to hang out with me. I think she knows about me and my girl lovin' self and the Catholic in her disapproves. I hope Spencer's mom likes me. I hope she's not Catholic.

"Uh, mom, I told you I had cheerleading practice today and that I was coming over to hang out with the Davies'." Spencer says.

Her mom finally makes eye contact with me. I look at her and put on my nice girl smile, "Hi." and I give a quick wave.

Her mom smiles then it vanishes, "You're not Kyla, right? Ashley isn't it?"

I guess my reputation proceeds me, "Yep. Ashley Davies. The other half of the set of twins."

"Nice to meet you." she says and I get the feeling she doesn't like me already. But I am starting to notice where Spencer gets her good looks from. "I'm Paula Carlin." Paula has beautiful blonde hair, like her daughter. I would say their eyes are somewhat the same but Spencer's are just bam. I've never met anyone with eyes like hers.

"Are you still hanging out?" Paula asks.

Spencer nods slowly and speaks just as slow, "Yeeeeaaaaah. You kinda interrupted. I'm not done."

"Oh. Well, when are you gonna be done?"

"I don't know. Why does it matter? I'm just gonna be right next door. I spent the night here last night, you know?" Spencer says.

"Oh, okay. Well, just, um, call me if you need me. I'll have my cell on. It's always on." Okay, she can stop talking now, "You can always reach me." She's done, "So just call." Never mind.

"Mom!" Spencer says, "I know, I know. Chill out."

Paula nods. "Okay, I'll see you when you get home." She looks at me, "Nice meeting you, Ashley." then she, poof disappears.

Spencer closes her door then looks back at me with a weird smile, "So that's my mom."

I scoff, "And I can tell she sure loves me." Sarcasm, by the way.

Spencer shakes her head, "She doesn't even know you."

I shrug, "Whatever, but when you find out she wants to burn me at the stake, I get to say I told you so." I'm completely serious, stuff like this always happens to sweet, innocent, little me. Well, mark out the sweet, innocent and little comment and insert evil and sinister and you got it.

Spencer laughs, "Okay, it's a deal."

"So, are we gonna go inside or are we gonna wait for your dad to harass me too?"

She pushes me lightly, "We're going inside." she lets herself out and I do the same.

We talked forever and I found out a lot of valuable information. She moved here from Ohio because her mom got offered a job by my mom's hospital and she took them up on their offer. She used to be a cheerleader at her old school, head cheerleader actually. She has two brothers, Glen and Clay. Clay's adopted. Her dad's a social worker and he's pretty chill. And her mom, the odd lady I met, is a doctor and is super religious. I knew it and she for sure hates me. I radiate gay.

And we started talking about past relationships and Spencer told me a few things that no one knows about her. She's not a virgin. Her last boyfriend, Randy or something, convinced her to do it with him as a going away present. It was his present for her going away, it wasn't like he was going to college or anything; he was just a horny douche. And there was another thing, though. She was so embarrassed to tell me so I changed the subject and asked her what her favorite bands were. She named people I thought had died. I told her I would update her music arsenal.

Overall, it was a really good two hours spent with Spencer Carlin. Except I kept having this ongoing urge to just kiss her but who knows where that might've gotten me.

I call Jamie as I lay down in bed, "Yeah?" she answers groggily.

"Hello, Jammyjam, you sound tired." I say happily.

I hear her yawn, "And you sound like you're hopped up on Prozac. So how did your date with Erin go anyway?"

I roll my eyes, "I already told you about that." Wait, "And it wasn't a date."

"Whatever. How bad was it? I mean I didn't get the full emotion from a text. The smiley faces help but they don't make much of a difference." she says and I get that.

"I walked out on her. There was just to much of Madison, Madison, Madison in those sentences she was putting together. I mean, there was never what Erin thinks, it was all just Madison. Argh." Frustration coming back. Breathe, Ashley, remember what they taught you in therapy. But then again that never worked now did it?

Jamie laughs, "Remember your breathing from therapy slash anger management slash where your parents sent you to avoid you over the summer." that's true. While Ky was away at camp my parents couldn't have me lounging around the estate so... off to anger management because I bitched out an officer one time. God, no one understood that.

"I am not going there this year. Kyla better stay in town or I'm gonna have to bitch out the therapist." I joke, I couldn't. Unless it was under the right circumstances.

Jamie laughs, "Well, why are you in such a good mood anyways?"

"I told you I was hanging out with Spencer today, right?" I say.

Jamie gasps, "No! You did not bang the new girl! You are quite the welcome committee." she says.

That deserves a chuckle or two, "No, I didn't, jeez. We hung out after school."

"What'd you do?" I can literally hear the wiggle in her eyebrows. I'm sure she's insinuating that I did something with her.

"We talked, isn't that sexy?" I say laughing.

She scoffs, "Oh my god, you talked? No way. You know how to actually make words with your lips? I won't believe it."

"What the fuck ever, Jamie." I say smiling.

She laughs, "Okay, so you talked? What about?"

"Well, she knows about Erin but she mostly talked about her because I think she knows enough about me."

"What?" she says in shock, "How'd she find out about Erin?"

"Okay. Well, get this: the cheer bitches told Spencer that I made unwanted advances toward Erin. Spencer heard from Madison who supposedly heard from Erin."

"So you told her how it really was, right? We can't have her thinking you prey on girls."

I close my eyes and yawn, "Yep. And she didn't seem to have a problem with it. Oh, but guess what."

"What?"

"I met her mom and my theory was totally proven. Mom's have--"

"A radar." she sighs like she's exhausted with my theory, "How many times are you gonna bring that up? My mom is the only one that doesn't like you for no reason. Get over it. It's only a theory when you have more than one experiment to base your evidence off of."

"Getting all scientific on me?" I ask, "Seriously, though. I smiled sweetly and used my manners but I still got that look from her and that some feeling I get when I'm talking to your mom. I knew Spencer's mom was Catholic before she told me."

"Oh, so now it's just Catholics?" she asks.

"I guess so."

"Psh," I know she rolled her eyes, "When you have more evidence you let me know."

"I will. So how did skipping with Seth Dude go?" his last name isn't really Dude. That's just all he ever says. I mean every time he refers to someone it's either that Girl Dude or that Dude. C'mon expand that vocabulary, Seth. Webster's Dictionary just updated and added new words.

"Oh my god, it was horrible." and that's all she says.

"Wanna elaborate?"

"Not really." she says. And when she says that, that usually means that something bad happened.

"What'd he do?" I say in my big sister voice. Meaning I'm willing to go hunt him down and shoot him in the ass with a few darts, at the very least.

She sighs, "We went back to his house, his mom was at work and--"

"Seriously, Jam? You went to his place alone. What did you expect he was gonna do? Ask you to put on an apron and bake cookies? Okay, what guy has ever done that?"

"So are you gonna let me finish or do you wanna continue to point out my flaws?" she asks.

"Continue."

"So we go back to his house and we watch a little TV then we start making out."

"Oh, here comes the good stuff." I'm being completely sarcastic. Boys are so clumsy when they're making out.

"He puts his hands up my shirt, I didn't really care. Then he goes down to my pants and he tries to unbutton them but I slap his hand away. And he's all like 'what's wrong?' And I say 'uh, I don't want to sleep with you'. And then he's like 'it's gonna be okay, baby, I'm gonna rock your world.'"

I laugh, "Seems like he has a way with words."

"And I was just like 'uh no' but he just kept on trying until I had to scream it in his face. He got angry and he took me home. End of story. I'm never seeing him again."

"Better sooner than later."

"You can say I told you so."

"Ha! Told you so! I have more than just gaydar. I have douchedar and it works just as well."

Jamie laughs, "You're stupid. Well, how about you pick out my next prospect?"

"Hmm, sounds like a plan." I say, "I can't promise you that they'll have a penis but it'll be someone worth while."

She giggles, "It better not be you."

I scoff, "Sorry, honey, you're not even in my league."

She laughs, "We've already gone over this, with a simple snap of the fingers I could have you here, spit shining my shoes."

We crack up. That was pure genius.

After I regain my composure I speak, "You are too much."

She controls her breathing, "You just made my day."

"Same here."

"Psh, I'm sure Spencer made your day, you're like in love with the girl."

"Shut up with that." I say. I don't believe in love anymore.

"When you and Spencer fall in love, I better bet the first to know. I want you to call me and our code word will be..."

I think I should humor her, "White lines & Red lights?" I ask.

"Yes! That's the cutest love song in the world. Say that. White lines & Red lights." she says more excited than she should.

I chuckle, "Okay, okay. And on that note I'm going to bed."

"Yeah. Me too." she says with a yawn.

"You need me to pick you up tomorrow morning?" I ask knowing the answer will probably be yes considering there are no boy toys in the picture.

"Yeah, you know the drill."

"Coffee?" I ask.

"I guess, why not?"

"Nighty-night, Jammyjam."

"Nighty-night, Ash." she says. We hang up.

I gotta say that this day has been an overall great day. It should've been horrible because of Erin and Chrissy but, I just don't feel that way. And as much as I hate to admit it... Spencer makes all this crap worth while. I look forward to seeing her tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that...

I think Ashley Davies may be sprung. Lol. But yikes, paula's in the picture now. Ashley totally does have Mom-Hate-Me Dar. No lie.

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