Ashley should deff dress Spencer.
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"Ashley! You ready or do you want a little bit more time to stare blankly into space?" Spencer says smiling at me from the passenger side of my car.

"I would say stare blankly into space but you have somewhere to be so I'm gonna be nice." I say locking the door before walking to the car.

"Ha-ha." Spencer says.

I unlock the doors then sit in the driver's seat. Spencer gets in and slams her door shut, "Aw, you think I'm funny."

She nods and looks at me, "Sure."

I close my door then start the engine, "What'd you do with the cigarette?"

"I threw it in the trash." Spencer says as I pull out of the driveway.

I put the car in drive and start heading back to Spencer's place, "I could've done that."

"The question is: would you?" Spencer asks staring at me with a smirk.

I look over at her then back at the road, "Probably not." I laugh.

"Hey, what's this?" Spencer asks fiddling around with something in her hand.

I glimpse over to see what she has in her hand. A bra. I thought I cleaned my car pretty good, "You're a girl, you should know what that is." I hope she doesn't ask who's it is because there could be two different options for that. Chrissy. Erin. Neither is good.

"Who's is it?" Spencer asks just as bubbly as usual so I guess she's not weird about it. I assume that's good.

"Um, what's the size?" I ask. If it's a 32C then it's Chrissy's. If it's a 36B then it's Erin's.

"It is a..." Spencer trials off.

Da-da-dum.

"36B." Spencer reads off the label to me.

"It's Erin's." Damn, that was forever ago. I wonder if she was looking for that.

"How do you know her bra size so well?"

I stop at the red light and look at Spencer, "I saw them a lot. On her and off her." that was probably one of the stupidest things I've ever said to a girl I liked. Another great job, Ashley.

"Oh." Spencer says throwing it in the backseat. I wish she woulda thrown it out of my window or something. I don't really want to keep that or anything. I'm not one of those weirdos that keep bras or panties as trophies. "Can I ask you a question?" Spencer says. I cant read her tone. I don't know if this is gonna be a good question or bad one.

"I guess so." and I agree anyway.

She inhales before asking. I bet it's gonna be a huge one, "Were there others before Erin and Chrissy?"

I don't get it, "What do you mean?" I ask as the light turns green and I continue driving.

"Like," she takes a few seconds to gather her thoughts, "Were there other girls like that in your life? Important like that to you?"

I think when she says important she means sexual like. "Um, yeah kinda."

"Who?" she asks.

"Uh..."

"Is the list really that long?" she asks.

I shake my head, "No, it's just that... I don't do well with names." I smile.

I look over to Spencer. She's not smiling, "You cant remember their names?"

"I'm just kidding." I sigh, "They just didn't mean that much to me. I didn't really give a damn who I was with a year ago. Erin was the only one I took a chance with. Putting my heart out on the table and all."

"So before Erin you were just..."

I cut her off as she tries to find a word for it, "A wee bit skanky. I mean I'm nothing like I was before. I'd have a different girl every night."

"And you changed it all for Erin." Spencer says more of a statement than a question.

I nod, "Yeah. I really wanted her so I wouldn't lose her, you know? I mean she was a cheerleader. One of the girls teenage boys lust after with their lotion in one hand and tissues in the other. I didn't like it at all."

"Then she broke you heart and--"

"And I kinda resorted back to my old self but not as bad. Yep, that's the story. Stay away, Spen." I joke. Don't take me seriously.

Spencer chuckles but I can tell it's more of a 'I feel sorry for you' chuckle.

"Anyway, what about you?" I ask trying to move this conversation off and away from me.

"What about me?" Spencer asks.

"Have you had any girlfriends or lady friends?" I ask turning into our neighborhood.

Spencer shakes her head, "Um, no, not really."

I raise an eyebrow, "Seriously?"

"Yeah. Why? You don't believe me?" she asks staring daggers into the side of my face.

I shake my head, "No. It's just that in my experience girls have at least one experiment with another girl."

"Nope, I haven't. Consider yourself the first." Spencer says looking down at her hands. Nervous girl.

I'm the first girls she's ever experimented with? What do you say to that? 'Thanks for letting me be the first'? I don't think so. This is probably the only time I have never had a snappy comeback or anything to say. "Uh, well--"

"Your phone's ringing." she says looking out the window. Weird of her.

"Right." I say reaching in the cup holder to pick up my phone. I answer, "Hello?" I say.

"Hey, what did you decide to do? It's 8:30." Kyla says screaming in my ear. The party must've definitely begun.

"Uh, hold on a second." I look at Spencer, "We're going to the party, right?" I ask.

She looks at me and smiles, "Yeah. Of course."

I smile then talk back into the phone, "Spencer and I are on our way, actually. Like right down the street. Two minutes tops."

"You and Spencer, huh? What have y'all been doing? Stuff you might need to confess for?" Kyla says kidding. She better be. She knows I don't do that whole 'confess your sins' crap. If that was the case then I'd never walk out of my house. I commit a sin by just living—breathing. Whatever.

I laugh, "No, none of your business. I'll see you when we get there. Bye, Ky."

"Bye, Ash." she says right before I press end on my phone.

I turn another corner before Spencer speaks, "So I'm guessing Kyla's already at the party?"

"Yep, you know Ky." I say.

"Well, if she's anything like her twin then I know she loves to party." Spencer says smiling at me.

"So I'm guessing you're never gonna let me live that down?" I ask.

She shrugs, "Maybe eventually but definitely not now."

I roll my eyes, "Well, fine. If you get wasted here, tonight, I'll never let you live it down. I'm always gonna be on your ass."

"I wouldn't get drunk off my ass like you did so ha. And I barely even drink so good luck with that." Spencer says to me like a little brat.

I pull into my driveway, "Are you kidding me?" I put the car in the park then turn it off, "Are you telling me that after all this time of hanging out with the cheerleaders you have yet to get shit faced at a party?"

Spencer nods her head once, "Yes I am."

I scoff, "Bullshit. Every party Erin went to when we were together she always came to me totally drunk."

"Well, I'm not Erin." Spencer says matter-of-factly, "Apparently." she whispers.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

Spencer shakes her head, "Nothing. The party's starting." Spencer opens the door and hops out with a quickness. She slams the door behind her.

I watch her in the rear view mirror as she storms off. What the hell was that all about? Did I actually just piss off Spencer Carlin? How is that even possible? She's like the single most sweetest girl in the universe. Ugh, well, I accomplished it. I'll give myself a pat on the back.

I get out of the car and close the door behind me and catch up with Spencer right before she gets to the door, "Spen, hold up." I say.

She stops and turns to look at me, "Yes?"

"I thought we were coming here together as in," I look down at my feet then back up at her, "You know—I--"

Suddenly, Spencer's front door opens to reveal a very... um, unstable Glen Carlin, "Spencer!" he screams. "It's about time, the party started hours ago."

An hour ago to be almost precise.

"Well, I'm here now." Spencer says smiling at him.

"And now you're gonna party!" Glen says raising a beer bottle over Spencer's head.

Just before Glen can turn the bottle upside down Kyla comes up behind him and grabs the bottle, "You don't wanna waste that do you? It'd do more damage in your mouth than on your baby sister, right?"

Glen takes the beer back from Kyla then kisses her hard on the forehead, "You're so smart. I didn't even think of that." Glen disappears back into the house.

Kyla uses the back of her hand to wipe off the drunken spit left on her forehead, "Well, hey guys."

"Hey, Ky." Spencer says hugging Kyla.

"I think she's mad at me." I send to Kyla.

Kyla returns Spencer's hug, "What'd you do?"

I shrug, "I don't even know."

Kyla rolls her eyes then releases Spencer, "Booze in the kitchen."

Spencer nods, "Okay, I think I might go get some." she starts to walk away from me.

"Hey, Spen, wait up. I'm coming with--"

Someone puts their hand on my shoulder, "Ashley?" I know that voice.

I turn to see who it is, "Chrissy." I say surprised, "What are you doing here?"

She takes her hand away from me, "It's a party, I was invited."

"Oh yeah?" I say turning my head to look for Spencer in the house. Shit, she's already gone. I look back at Chrissy and smile.

I look her up and down. She looks good tonight. Black stilettos, jean skirt, black low cut shirt. And I mean low cut, like the lowest possible without showing boob. Her hair's curly, she wears it curly when she's trying to impress someone. I wonder who it is. It's not me, she didn't know I was even gonna be here tonight.

Uh oh. Is Chrissy back in the picture? Is Spencer getting a wee bit jealous in the tiniest bit?
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