Guess who's back? I've had some inspiration lately so her I am.

Sorry guises. So how about that 2009?

xoxo

"In like with me?" she asks.

"I don't think I really know love yet so I call it like. And I'm in deep like with you." Okay so it sounds stupid when I say it out loud.

"Well, I'm in deep like with you, too." she says whimsical like. Her eyes roll into the back of her head.

"Spencer." I say putting my hand on her face.

"Hm?" she says raising her eyebrows but her eyes are still closed.

"Are you tired? Sleepy? Feel sick?" I ask a little bit worried.

"Mhmm." she gulps, "I'm tired. Can we sleep now?" she opens her eyes and looks at me.

I nod.

She closes her eyes again and pushes me down on the bed. She lays on top of me with her head resting on my left boob slash left arm.

"Are you comfortable? Because--"

She takes her left hand and puts her index finger over my lips, "Shh. Sleep."

I do as I am told and sleep. But not before I wrap my arms around her...

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So, four weeks later and here I am. Walking around Pac Sun with Jamie, talking about what she's gonna wear to the beach summer. Considering that summer is almost up I'm not picking up anything.

She takes a rainbow colored, low cut shirt of the rack and holds it up to herself, "How does this look?"

It's kinda cute but, eh, "Uh-uh. That doesn't look like it works for you, dear."

She puts it back on the rack, "You're right. It'd probably look better on Spencer or you."

Gay joke. I smile, "Maybe Spencer."

She continues walking and talking, "So how is that going?"

I follow behind her, "What do you mean how's that going?"

"I mean... have you guys had sex yet? She sex you up good and proper?"

I hit her lightly on the back, "Why you gotta make it so vulgar and naughty?"

She stops and swivels on her heels, "Because it is vulgar and naughty. It's sex, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes, "No, we haven't, actually. We haven't talked about it..."

"Well, do you want to--" she scoffs, "Of course you want to."

I narrow my eyes at her. She sees but she doesn't care.

"Does she not want to?" she asks fingering these red pladish booty shorts.

I shrug, "I don't know, I don't even care, really. I just—"

"Love being with her." She says at the exact same time I do, "Yeah, I know. I've been hearing that for the past month. So are you telling me that you don't even think about it? Because that's not the Ashley I know." she puts the shorts back where they belong.

I do think about it. Sometimes a lot and other times… not so much. I don't know, it's not really a big deal to me. I mean it used to be but… being with her changes a lot for me. "Well, maybe that's a good thing, huh? Maybe new Ashley is a lot better then old Ashley."

"So she changed you?" Jamie asks looking at me directly in the eye.

I nod, "For the better."

She smiles, "They say when someone's able to do that without sex being involved then they have superpowers."

I laugh, "Really now? Who's they?" I say making quotation marks with my fingers.

"You know them people." She smirks devilishly, "Me."

I shake my head and smile, "You are such a spaz sometimes, I swear."

She blows me a kiss with her free hand because she has a bikini suit in the other hand. My phone vibrates in my back pocket. I wonder what time it is. I take the phone out of my back pocket and look at it. Erin. Ugh, shit.

So, two weeks ago Erin stopped Spencer after cheerleading practice and told her all this messed up stuff about me. She said that I do crack, coke, ecstasy and some other bullshit that sounds completely farfetched. Spencer told me about what she said and, I bet you can guess, I confronted Erin. She cried and groaned about everything. She wound up in tears, saying she just missed me and really wanted me back. And something about using any means possible to get me. Ugh, I mean, damn. She wasn't this enthusiastic when we were going out so why now? Because she can't have me, probably.

I pick it up, "Yeah?"

"Can you meet me?" she asks.

Jamie looks at me and tilts her head and whispers, "What?"

I shake my head, "No, Erin. I can't. I'm busy."

Jamie hears the name, rolls her eyes then gets back to looking at clothes, "Please? I won't try anything."

"I know you wont because I'm not coming so forget it." I hang up in her face only to have her call right back. I don't answer.

Jamie scoffs, "What's her problem? She's turning into a stalker, like, for real. I hope she doesn't think this whole desperate act is cute because it's not."

I laugh, "I don't know what's up with her. Whatever it is, though, she can get over it."

"Seriously, before Spencer opens up a can of whup ass on her," I laugh and she continues talking, "Don't underestimate your girl. She looks like the quiet type that knows one hundred and twenty ways to kill you in under a minute."

I start cracking up. That's great. I could never see Spencer do anything harmful to anyone else. It's just not Spence. Not my Spence, at least. "Whatever, Jaim, it's all in your pretty little head."

"Fine, don't take my word for it. But when Erin gets on her last nerve... tell me about it."

I roll my eyes and as I do my phone begins to vibrate again. Please don't let it be—Spencer. It's Spencer. She's calling. I thought it was Erin. "Speaking of the Kung-Fu princess..." I say to Jamie then pick up my phone, "Hey, baby."

"Hey, honey." she says all sweet-like, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing really. At the mall with Jamie. She's trying to get the best out of the last days of summer."

Spencer laughs at the end of the line, "Sounds like Jamie to me. Are you buying anything?"

Jamie starts walking and so do I, "Nope, why? Want me to?"

"No, no, no. I was just asking if you were. For you. Not me." Spencer says quickly.

I smile faintly, "Well, do you want anything?"

"Nope. Not at all. I got everything I want at the moment."

I smile big, thinking that she's talking about me, "Hmm, am I included?"

"Um," she hesitates, "I guess so."

"Hey now!" I say laughing, "Well, fine. I wonder who you're gonna get a ride home from school with tomorrow. Sure isn't gonna be me."

"Maybe I'll catch a ride with Kyla. Or Madison. Or," she gasps, "Erin." sarcasm.

"Oh! Speaking of Erin, guess who called me today for like the hundredth time?"

Spencer growls lowly, "What did she say this time?"

"She asked if I could meet her right now. I said hell no, of course." I yawn but I still talk, "I don't know what's so hard to understand about 'No, I don't want you'. I really don't."

Spencer sighs, "Just don't worry about her. She's not worth it. Just think about me."

"Always. That's never a problem." I say smiling.

Jamie turns and looks at me. She mocks me by making a goofy look. I smack her on the forehead and she goes back to looking for something to wear.

Spencer was saying something but I wasn't paying attention, "...sound good?" she asks.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I wasn't listening. Jamie's being an ass. What was that?"

"I asked if you wanted me to stop by after you came from the mall with Jamie. That sound good?"

I scoff, "Psh, would I ever say no?"

Spencer giggles, "I don't think so. So I'll take that as a yes."

"No, take that as a 'Hells yeah.'" I joke with her.

She giggles again, "Okay, okay. Is your mom gonna be home?" she asks.

"Nope. Why?" I ask. It never matters to me but she seems to always want to know if she's gonna be there.

"Well, I don't know. I don't want your mom to be in the house while I'm hanging out with you. It'd just be weird."

"Why weird? I mean it's not like we have to be a secret with her around. Apparently, she knows about her flaming daughter and her daughter's cute girlfriend from across the street, right?"

Spencer laughs, "Yeah, you're right but... I don't know. I don't want her to walk in on anything, you know?"

"Walk in on what exactly?" I ask trying to make Spencer all red and flushed even though I can't see it at this very moment.

"I don't know. What if we're kissing... or something?"

"She's walked in on us kissing before," and I'll have you know it wasn't that awkward. Because unlike with a heterosexual relationship she didn't have to remind us about condoms or something. Not that it got that far. "What's something?"

Spencer clears her throat, "I don't know. What if we weren't wearing any clothes?" she says clothes quieter than the rest of her words.

I smirk evilly, "And why wouldn't we be wearing clothes?"

She sighs, "Just—shut up. You know what I'm saying."

I laugh, "I know. I know. You're saying you want me, right?"

"So what if I do?" she says talking lowly. Sounds really cute, still.

I raise my eyebrows and shake my head as Jamie holds a bathing suit top up to her chest. Meaning that I think that's a no go. "Really now? If that's the case then I'll be over there in less than a minute."

She laughs.

"You're blushing, right?" I ask knowing my Spency-boo better than anyone else.

"Shut up. You don't know me."

I scoff, "You wish I didn't."

"You're absolutely right."

"Whatever, jerk." I say watching Jamie search frantically for the bathing suit bottom to match her top. She's gonna get the one I said no to. Apparently, I don't have style if I don't like what she likes. Its been like this ever since we met. Odd thing is: she's usually right. The things I don't like wind up being the next best thing on the cover of those damn teen magazines.

"I'm just kidding, Ash, you know I… you know that." Spencer trips over her words. I have a pretty good clue about what she was gonna say next but that gets me a bit frightened just thinking about the L word. Not lesbian the other. Love. I feel like I can't just toss that word around anymore, I mean obviously I tossed it in Erin's direction and look where it's gotten me with that psycho.

"How do I know that?" I ask.

"You just do." I hear someone in her background. I can hear them perfectly clear like they're right on top of her. It's a boy. He asked her if she could help him put up a banner. She's at school... on a Sunday. Usually, that would seem kinda weird to me but she is a cheerleader, they do a lot of extra activities. She's getting the school ready for homecoming. It's a month away but our school takes that crap pretty damn serious. "Hey, Ash, I gotta--"

"Go?" I ask.

"Yeah, sorry, I need to finish this stuff for homecoming or I'll get murdered." she says... she's probably not joking.

I smile, "Okay, I don't want you to die just yet. I still need you for a bit longer."

She scoffs, "Damn right you need me."

I roll my eyes and I toss a scoff right back at her, "Yeah, whatever you know it's the other way around, too. But I'm gonna let you go. Jamie's gonna start bitchin at me soon about helping her with the pointless thing."

"Alright. See you later?" she chuckles lowly.

"Mhmm, most definitely. I'll call you when I'm on my way home."

"Fine with me. Text you in the meantime."

"Good. Bye, baby." I say.

"Bye, Ash." she says then hangs up the phone.

I close my sidekick, put it in my back pocket then look at Jamie, "Are you done yet?"

"Ugh, no and that's because you're not even helping me. You've been on the phone the whole time talking with your Spencer bear." she says rolling her eyes.

"Hey, don't get jealous because you want me and Spencer got to me before you did. Suck it up."

She rolls her eyes with a smile, "Whatever. Does this look good?"

It's a two-piece bikini. It's black with light blue anchors all over the top. The bottom just has two little anchors on the hips. Cute. "Yeah, I like it, do you?"

"Yeah," she smiles as she looks at it, "It's cute."

"Alright, see? We're done now, right?" I ask. I don't really like shopping unless it's for myself. But even then I don't spend hours in the mall, I already know what I want so it only takes a split second.

"Yeah, I guess so. If you woulda helped me earlier we wouldn't still be here, now would we?"

"No, ma'am." I say looking away from her and where the cash register is. "Shit!" I say out loud and duck behind Jamie.

"What?" she says looking around.

I grab her hips while I crouch, "Don't move."

"Why?" she asks doing as I told her.

"Look over to the cash register." I tell her.

"What? I don't see—oh, shit." she speaks slowly as she notices who I saw, Spencer's mom. Mrs. Carlin. How odd, right? She gives me the chills. A week ago, we switched it up and went over to Spencer's house to chill, instead of mine, and her mom came in on us. It's not like we were doing anything, seriously. We were sitting on opposite sides on the couch, looking at the TV. The only thing we were guilty of was getting ready to cuddle.

So, anyway her mom walks in the door. Looks at Spencer then looks at me. Back to Spencer then to me again. Spencer, then me. Honestly, I counted how many times she would look between the two of us. Five times, actually. Then she smiled and walked upstairs, I thought it was over then but no. every ten minutes she'd either call downstairs for Spencer or she'd walk downstairs herself when Spencer didn't answer. She was totally watching us.

As it turns out, she's heard stuff about me. My perversion. Her mom doesn't like me at all so I'm sure she wouldn't want her dating me. Spencer owes me some money, we totally bet on something like this, remember?

"Is she gone, yet?" I ask.

"Mm, nope. Looks likes she's actually buying something."

"Like what?" I ask.

"Um," Jaime moves and I move every step with her, "Looks like a cute hoodie. The Volcom one I was looking at earlier. Nice tasty, MILF."