[Two hours later...

I'm knocking on Spencer's front door. I don't even care how I got here as long as I'm here. I'm gonna tell her how I feel about her. Give her a piece of my mind. And that we can't be friends because I don't wanna be feigning for her. I hope that's the right word.

Ooh, I never noticed how hard doors were. Knock. Knock. Knock. It doesn't break, I mean it is just wood, you know, and not steel or something. This is really intense. "Ashley? What are you doing here?"

That's not a door, that's a Spencer. I look her in the eye. Beautiful Blue. "Spencer, I need to talk to you." I say.

"Oh my god, Ashley, keep your voice down." Spencer says, more like whispers.

"I am talking at a... good level. What are you talking about?" I say. I think I'm talking at a nice level. Hm, Spencer's eyes look puffy, like marshmallows, only she's not that pale.

"Oh, my god," she grabs my wrist and starts pulling me toward her, "Come in."My feet feel heavy but Spencer's doing a good job pulling me, grr, she's like Wonder Woman. She closes the door behind me but she keeps pulling on my arm until we're in her room. And she closes that door behind me. Spencer's just a door slammin' tyrant.

I look around Spencer's room, "So, I made it into Spencer Carlin's bedroom. Cool." I sit on her bed. Comfortable like a marshmallow pillow. Or boobs. Yeah, I choose boobs over marshmallows.

Spencer doesn't move away from the door. She crosses her arms across her chest, "Ashley, why are you here?"

"Oh!" she reminded me. I stand up, "I need to tell you some things." I think I feel the earth moving.

"Ashley, what have you been doing since I left?" she asks. Psh, it's pretty obvious. I don't really hold my liquor well.

"Well, I was talking to my friends." I say.

Spencer looks confused. Cute face. "What friends?"

"One of them is Mr. Jack Daniels and the other is Mr. Smirnoff. They're actually pretty nice men." I slur. Yeah, those words were definitely slurred.

"You're drunk?" she asks.

I shake my head, "Wha—no!" Although, that's probably a lie, "I am perfectly... capable of doing anything right now." I start snapping my fingers, "I could carry tune. I could take the SATs. Bring it on."

"Ashley, maybe you need to--"

Ooh, she distracted me from my whole reasoning for coming over here. "No, no. I came over here to tell you we can't be friends anymore." Good, got it out.

"You came over here to tell me we can't be friends anymore?"

I nod, "Yeah."

"Why?"

My heartbeat just quickened but that could be from the lack of cool air in Spencer's house. The A/C isn't on. Or maybe even the fact that I probably drunk a gallon of liquor. Nah, not a gallon. "Because..." it's better to be just blunt. Clean and simple. Straight to the chase. "I like you." Pause, "I like you a lot." Nervous chuckle, "And I don't want to be around you knowing I can't have you."

Spencer just stares at me.

"And I think I'm gonna go back home and finish up Mr. Daniels." I walk toward the door which Spencer is standing in front of.

Spencer shakes her head from left to right, "No."

"Fine," I turn my back to her and begin walking to the window, "I'll go out the window. You know, I'm like a ninja."

"Ashley," she says as she grabs my hand, "No."

I turn around to look at her, "Well, what do you want me to do? I can't go through walls, I'm not Casper."

Spencer smiles, "Ashley, I—remember how you asked me to tell you a secret but my mom interrupted us?"

I nod, "Yeah, what's your point?"

Spencer leans in and kisses me.

"That's my secret, Ashley. I like you." She whispers, "That's my secret."

Whoa, Spencer has quite an effect on me. It just got even hotter and... darker? "Spencer, I think there's an eclipse or something?"

"Ashley—Ash, what are you talking about? We're inside." Spencer says kinda of concerned and distorted.

Oh, wait, I know this feeling. "Oh, never mind. I'm just blacking o..." Blackout!

"Ashley! Ash!" I hear Spencer scream at me but it's definitely too late...

-

I open my eyes only to close them just as quickly. Who the fuck let the sun walk his happy-go-lucky ass in my room? I get angry at inanimate objects when I'm hungover so last night did happen. I did go to Spencer's house and act like an idiot. Oddly, though, I don't remember anything I said. I probably insulted her, I always get a smart mouth when I'm full of booze.

I crack my eyes to look and see what I'm wearing; it feels kinda breezy. Someone put on my shorts and took of my shirt. I didn't do it, I woulda just passed out in my jeans and t-shirt. But I guess it's still a good thing because at least I still have on clothes and there's no one next to me. Meaning I wasn't a complete booze hound! Yay!

Okay, enough assing around. What did happen last night? I remember knocking on her front door then being dragged upstairs into her room. And... a kiss! We kissed! Oh my god, I probably tossed myself all over her. Ugh. If I didn't have this fucking head earthquake I could probably think straight. I just had to drink didn't I? Well, Jack was calling my name and I just very well could not say now. I guess that's one of my weaknesses.

I sit up and look around my room. It's still bright in here but not as much; the sun's probably behind a cloud. Good, I hope I have enough time to find my phone. Actually, I don't think I can even get out of my bed. I need something for this murdering head—Oh. There's a glass of water, two pills and... a piece of paper. A note.

I pick it up. I look at the bottom of the note, it's from Spencer. Spencer's such a goody-goody, it's probably her way nice, sweet way of saying she never wants to see me again. I start reading it.

Good morning/afternoon or whatever time you wake up from being drunk off your ass. :) Kidding, well, no, not really. You were drunk off your ass. Lol. Anyway, I left some aspirin and a glass of water for when you woke up with a hangover. Which I'm sure you did. But take the pills and please don't go drinking anymore. And I'll see you or talk to you when I get back from church.

Hearts & All,

Spencer (Spen)

I take the pills and wash them down with the water. I need to brush my teeth but I still don't feel like moving. Psh, forget my phone and toothbrush. I'm going back to sleep. It's too early to do anything anyways, it's only...9:30! What the hell, even prisoners don't get up this early. Well, they probably do. But Ashley's, like myself, don't get up this early.

-

Stretching. Mmm. That feels really good. I feel kinda rejuvenated. "Feeling better?" a voice says. It sounds really close.

I open my eyes and look around and there Spen is. Sitting right next to me, "Yeah, nothing's hurting." well, aside from the little woodpecker in my head but I'd take him over an earthquake.

Spencer smiles. It's nice waking up to an angel in the morning, "So the pills helped?"

I smile and nod, "Yeah. And so did the note. Thanks."

"No problem. You needed someone last night." Spencer says.

"Yeah..." I sit up, "Sorry about that."

She laughs, "It's fine. My mom didn't even notice."

"How did I even get back over here? I mean, it wasn't a nightmare, right? I did come over to your house last night."

Spencer clears her throat, "I got Glen to drag your lifeless body over here after you passed out. And, of course, after my mom got called in to work. I couldn't leave you in my room on the floor while I went to church."

"Oh," I need to ask what happened, "So, what exactly happened last night?"

"Well, Glen and I got you here around 1 am and I didn't want you to drown in your own throw up so I watched you. And then I left at 6am because we have to be at church around 8am."

"Wow, you watched me? And then you didn't sleep?" I ask in awe. This girl has a heart, I would've never done that for a girl that forced herself on me.

Spencer shrugs, "I did sleep," Spencer smiles, "I slept in Sunday School."

I laugh, "Oh, god, Spen. You're gonna go to hell for that one."

Spencer's smile halfway disappears as she looks down at her lap, "Well, I'm gonna go to hell for kissing you so I'm sure a little rest didn't really do anything."

She kissed me? No, "You mean I kissed you. You shouldn't be punished for what I did. I'm sorry for that by the way. I didn't mean to make last night a total nightmare."

She looks up at me, "Last night was a nightmare for you?" she asks.

"Well, I don't really remember anything from last night," I chuckle, "All I remember is me showing up and being loud, kissing you and passing out. So I'm sure somewhere in there it had to suck for you and I'm sorry."

Spencer shakes her head, "No."

I scrunch up my face in confusion, "What do you mean no?"

"It didn't suck for me at all." Hello, Spencer, elaborate!

"Spencer, I know we're friends and all but you don't have to lie to me. If you didn't--"

Ooh, she's kissing me again. That just shuts me right up.

"Ashley, I liked last night. Almost as much as I like you." Spencer says simple and slow. Maybe Jamie's mom is right. Maybe I am a little bit slow but if I get Spencer then I don't give a damn.

I nod slowly staring at her lips, "Okay."

Spencer laughs, "Okay? Is that it?"

I look into her eyes, "I mean, I like you, too.

"Good and I kinda got that from our talk last night."

I'm blushing, "What exactly did I say last night?"

Spencer smiles and giggles, "Something like you want me naked right now. And you like me and some other vulgar stuff."

I'm fire engine red, I'm sure. I don't know how Spencer does this to me, "I'm so sorry. I'm a real asshole when I'm drunk."

Spencer laughs and places her hand on my leg, "I'm just kidding. You only said that you liked me a lot."

I narrow my eyes at her, "You lied to me?"

"Not necessarily a lie. I told the truth, a little bit." Spencer smiles.

I put my hand on top of Spencer's, "So is Spencer actually a bad girl under all that goodness? Because I'd like it."I lean in to kiss her but fall into the pillows. Damn it, I was just getting used to kissing her. And she moved her hand off my leg. I sit up and look at her, "Spencer, I thought it was okay to kiss you now. I mean--"

Spencer has a smile plastered across her face and is staring at my room door, "Your mom." she says through clenched teeth.

I look over to my mother and sit up as straight as I can, "Hey, mother."

She's smiling as she walks into my room, "Hey, daughter. Hey, Spencer." my mom says being a smart ass.

Everyone somewhat happy now? And this is where Spashley begins! Is it great or are you pissed at the way it happened? Some people don't like the fact that Ashley's drinking but... she is. It's kinda normal. Lol. And thanks to everyone reading. Especially the people that stay up all hours of the night. Lol

xoxo