Ashley is totally sprung. ha.

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Three weeks ago, I officially met Spencer Carlin. Ever since then we've kinda been inseparable. We've hung everyday after school, with or without Jamie or Kyla. It's finally good to have Jamie like someone that I think I might like for a change. Basically meaning that Chrissy never had a chance since Jam didn't like her.

Speaking of Chrissy, I haven't really spoken to her since we had that conversation over the phone. She sends me texts and I respond but it's definitely not how things used to be. I miss hanging out with her to be completely honest, it wasn't all about the sex, you know? Oh well, there's not much I can do in that department.

And as for Erin...

She keeps trying to talk to me. Not at school, of course, because rumors would probably start about us again and god knows that Erin doesn't need that. Whatever. I don't know if I should even believe anything she says. I mean she can't even talk to me in public, everything always has to be a secret. I'm not the one living fully in the closet. I just have a foot in the door, Erin on the other hand is submerged. And I personally don't think I have to deal with it, she's the one that set me loose.

But back to Spencer, though. She hasn't caught on to how I think I feel about her. And I have yet to figure out if she's even gay or bi or something. I've had so many urges to kiss her these past weeks it's ridiculous. But I don't because I don't want to wreck this friendship if she doesn't even feel the same way about me. Maybe I just need to flat out ask her if she is, be very blunt about it. What's the worse that could happen?

"Ashley, this is ridiculous." Spencer says to me.

"How is this ridiculous? It's perfectly normal for hotties our age." I say yelling to Spencer from my closet. I'm trying to convince her to go shopping for thongs, kinda odd that's she's never even tried one on. I'm not a lover of the butt floss but I have a few in my drawer for special occasions.

"I don't it just seems so unnecessary. Why not just don't wear any at all?"

I come out of my closet fully dressed. Black Vans ® slip-ons, blue jeans, white studded belt and my simply black Saosin shirt. "Well, you know people do that, right?" I ask.

"Do what?" Spencer asks being her cute blonde self.

"Don't wear underwear. It's called going commando. Did they not have that saying in Ohio?" I ask walking over to my dresser and picking up this apple scented body spray that my mom got me. Oh! And that reminds me I never sat down with my mom and had that talk. I'll call her today, we'll get together some time this weekend. Probably Sunday because Spen has to go to church tomorrow, which she's trying to convince me to go to. I'm not really a church goer, I'm afraid I might catch on fire.

"Ew, commando? I've heard that before, Glen does it. I didn't know girls could do it." Spencer says.

I shudder as I spray the apple spray all over me, "Ew, Spen, that was kinda too much information. I'll never be able to look at your brother the same way now." I think I'm gonna be sick,

Spencer laughs, "I'm his sister, how do you think I feel?" she asks, "And plus he thinks you have some type of crush on him."

I laugh, "Seriously? That's good." I do flirt with Glen from time to time but it's harmless fun. I never thought it was hardcore flirting or anything. Glen? Gross.

I pick up my lotion bottle and squirt a little bit into my hands and begin moisturizing my legs, "Do you?" she asks.

"Do I what?"

"Do you have a crush on Glen?" she asks sheepishly.

I snort and almost choke, "Are you kidding? Spencer, I'm gay. Glen is not the right sex."

Spencer still doesn't look convinced, "Well, you went out with Aiden."

I roll my eyes, "Which I admitted was a mistake over a million times. Spencer, I don't want a man. I want a woman." Not just a woman actually, a particular one.

Spencer nods, "Good, because I don't think I could handle another one of my best friends going out with my brother." Spencer told me that her friend, Debbie, were the closest of friends and then she went out with Glen without any warning or discussion. I wonder if that's the same way Kyla felt about Chrissy and Erin.

"Aw, you think I'm your best friend?" I say.

Spencer shakes her head, "I didn't say that."

I stop moisturizing my limbs and I sit on Spencer's laps, "Yeah, you did." I smile big.

Spencer tries to hide her smile, "It was a slip of the tongue."

"Oh yeah? Just a slip?" I ask with an idea to unmask her smile floating around in my head.

"Yes..." I think she sees my gears a-turnin', "What are you thinking?"

I smirk, evil smirk, "Nothing." and then I attack. I start tickling her. Something I picked up from Jamie.

I cant say that I won that tickle fight, I'd have to say it was a tie. Okay, who am I kidding? Spencer kicked my ass, she winds up straddling me. "Fine, Spen, you win."

She's pinning down my wrist above my head, "So now you know who's the boss?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, becoming power hungry already? You haven't even had it that long." I joke.

She smirks, uh-oh, she's picking up my evil smirks, "You think you're so funny."

"No, I don't. I know I'm funny." and then I wink. She giggles and turns red, "I think you should've blushed when you started straddling me five minutes ago."

"Oh, sorry." she giggles some more.

"No, really, it's absolutely fine." I say.

For the next minute and a half we just stare at each other with the stupidest smiles plastered across our faces. My phone rings and knocks us out of our cute-ish idiot stare. "I kinda have to get that." I say not really wanting her to move.

"Okay, sorry." she says then moves quickly off of me.

I scoot off the bed then walk over to my dresser to look at who's ringing me. It's Jamie. She's supposed to come with us to go shopping for Spencer. Jamie and I actually just sprung it on Spencer yesterday. "Hey, Jamie."

"Hey, Ashley."

"I'm still coming to get you if that's what you're worrying about." I say staring at Spencer. She's looking out the window. She looks like she's deep in though about something. Aw, she's so cute.

"...did you hear me?" Jamie asks. I must've tuned her out.

"What? What? What'd you say? Sorry I was kinda, um, kinda... distracted."

"Did Spencer take off her shirt or something?" she asks laughing.

I scoff, "Ha-ha. Funny. So funny I almost forgot to laugh."

"Hilarious, I know. But I was saying that I can't hang out today. Mom and pop want to have quality time or something like that."

"What? What did they say exactly?"

"They said, and I quote," Jamie changes her voice to sound deep and masculine as she can. It doesn't really sound different, "Jamie, we're going to the mall as a family. Your cousin Tori is getting married so we gotta go pick out a nice dress. She's making it very casual so we should find a nice dress at the mall and blah, blah, blah, blah my name's Roger, I'm your dad. Oh, and I talk out of my ass." she turns off the voice, "And then my mom came in and told me that you can't come and they never see me without you."

I laugh, "If that wasn't a sign that your mom hates me then I don't know what else would be."

"Ugh. I don't think she realizes that you are apart of my family. Sometimes I just want to strangle that woman."

"Aw, that's the second nicest thing I've heard today. And with that whole strangling your mom thing," I whisper, "I'll help. I know a guy."

She laughs, "She'd come back and haunt you. So that means when you and Spencer are--"

I cut her off with my normal voice, "You have a vivid imagination, I recommend you cease right there."

"I was just gonna say that when you and Spencer are out shopping she'll pop up. Jeez, don't be so touchy."

"Whatever, you knew you were gonna say something different." she's not as clever as she'd like to be. I see right through her.

"Okay, Ashley. So where is our little Ohio princess?" Jamie asks.

Uh, I actually don't know where she is. "I don't know where she is. She was just staring out the window and now." I look around my room and—I spy Spencer, "She's out on the balcony."

"Oh God, she's gonna jump, Ash. Go stop her!" Jamie screams in my ear.

I laugh, "Why would she jump, Jaim?"

"Because it's taking you so long to make move. God, I'd want to kill myself, too, if you moved at the pace of a turtle."

"You know, an old ancient proverb says that slow and steady wins--"

Jamie scoffs, "The girl? I think not, something about a race, right?" Jamie can be so smart when she needs to be, "Well, you are not in a race. You are trying to court someone."

"Court? Jamie, I am not a peacock looking for a mate, this isn't the Serengeti." I think that's what that place in Africa's called.

"Basically, you are. Did you not watch Mean Girls? It told us everything we needed to know involving high school. I told you to take notes. Sometimes I agree with my mom, you are slow in the head."

I gasp, "What? Your mom thinks I'm slow?"

"Oops, well, look at the time. It's time for family time."

"Jamie Kira." Oh, yeah I'm saying her middle name. I don't care how much she hates it.

"Sorry, Ash, can't hear you. Gotta go."

"Jamie Kira Wright." I say adding in her last name.

"Go get your girl." She hangs up on me.

I'm gonna kill her. She better have been kidding. If her mom thinks I'm slow then what does she think her daughter is? Fast? Psh, yeah. Jamie is fast, a very fast girl indeed if you catch my drift. Whatever, Jamie's mom's retarded anyways.

I tuck my phone in my back pocket then go out on the balcony to chat with Spencer. She has her arms wrapped around herself, I guess it is kinda chilly out here. I place my hand on her shoulder and she flinches. Like she doesn't want me touching her, I guess. "Hey, are you ready to go? That was Jamie, she said she has to spend some time with the parents."

She looks at me with a blank face, "Um, sorry, I can't. I gotta go home." She walks past me without another word spoken.

"Okay..." I say as she walks out of my bedroom door.

I close the door behind me as I walk off the balcony. I lay down on my back on my bed. What the hell was that all about? I must've freaked her out with that whole straddling thing. But she actually looked like it didn't bother her, like she was having fun, I sure was. I know she would eventually get freaked about this whole "I'm flaming" thing.

Ugh, I always do this. Find a straight girl and warp her mind into thinking she likes me. Why do I always go for the straight girls? I'm in L.A, I'm sure there are tons of single lesbians but no, I have to be the jackass and go looking and searching for the ones that aren't.

I'm home alone. No parents. I know where the key to the liquor cabinet is, I actually had a key made. I haven't had a drank since right before Spencer got here, L.A. I guess I was just too happy to even think about drinking.

Jaime interrupted, oops.

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