Don't hate me.

I love you guys and that's why I'm back.

Enjoi.

As I walk up to the house I notice that Mrs. Carlin's car is gone. This is a good sign, no overbearing mother to hover over me while I have sin filled thoughts about her offspring. That'd just be awkward for her... not me. I don't have a conscience, remember?

I knock on the front door a few times before I hear my loveliness yell down to me to wait a second. I'm waiting sweetie, trust me.

She opens the door in her scantly clad shorts and tanktop. Really, Spen? Really?! Make me want you more

"...Ash!" she screams at me.

Oops, my mouth's open, "Sorry," I close it quick then try to regain my composure, "Seeing your girlfriend half naked may cause loss of jaw muscles."

She smiles as a hint of pink touches her cheeks, "Shut up and get in here."

I smirk that famous Ashley smirk I got going on and walk inside. She shuts the door behind me and while doing so she stands unusually close to me. She smells good.

Really good.

Like she should be a flower.

She gives me a quick peck on the lips then backs off real fast, "Wanna go upstairs?" She asks me.

I wiggly my eyebrows suggestively, "Maybe."

She smacks me on the arm then begins to ascend up the stairs. Hold on. I just gotta watch her walk up for a second.

Okay, done.

I follow behind her until we get to her room. I shut the door behind me as she sits on the bed. Laying on her stomach while she finishes up some things on her laptop, I guess. I'm not a mind reader or anything but I'm pretty observant.

I walk over and sit next to her, "What you doing?" I lean over her back with my right arm to look at the screen.

"Checking my Myspace and Facebook," she says cheerfully. Ick, almost like a cheerleader.

"That's, like, awesome!" I say rolling my eyes and looking around her room.

"Shut up, don't make fun of me," she says not looking away from the screen but I know she's smiling as usual.

Her room's kind of simple compared to mine. Faint yellow walls with light blue baseboards. Nice. There's only one picture in her room and it's of her friends from home or camp. I can't tell because I don't see Kyla in it.

"...Why don't you ever listen to me when I talk, Ash? Hmm? Am I not interesting enough for you?" she says.

I place my focus back on her and she has closed her laptop and put it away. And she somehow managed to flip over on her back so her hair is splayed all over the bed. "Oh, no. Spen, you're very interesting. Trust me."

She turns up the corners of her mouth, "How come I feel like that's supposed to be a dirt joke?"

I shake my head, "No, no. It's pure truth. Goodness, what kind of girl do you take me for?"

She just stares at me intensely with her baby blues.

"Okay, I am that girl you think I am."

She overflows with laughter, "You're so funny. You can always make me laugh."

"That's what I'm here for... among other things," I wink.

"Whatever," she says as she slides from beneath my arm then sits with her knees up as she rubs on my arm slowly, "So how'd it go with Erin?"

Should I tell her it went fine or do I say it was hell?

I shrug, "It was alright. She didn't go crazy on me. She didn't talk bad about you. She seemed sane."

Spencer narrows her eyes at me.

"What?" I ask, "What'd I do?"

She shakes her head, "Nothing, just don't trust her, that's all."

I smile big, "Aw, you getting jealous?"

Spencer rolls her eyes and looks away from me. Seriously.

"Baby," I grab the bottom of her chin and point her face in my direction gently, "Don't be. You're my favorite girl. Hands down."

Spencer's eyes light up and that's when I know I'm saying all the right things. Funny thing about it is: I mean it, "Really?"

I nod once, "Yeah, hell, yeah. No one holds a candle to you, sweets."

There's that blush I love so much, "Promise?"

I look from her eyes to her mouth as she does the same to me, "Mhm. Wanna kiss on it?" I say almost in a whisper.

She nods then whispers, "Definitely."

Give me the green light.

I delicately kiss her on the lips. Man, her lips taste so fantastic. Little clouds of heaven if your really must know.

We back up a bit from each other but it's really not that much at all, "Can we do that again?" I ask confident that she's gonna say yes.

"Yes," she whispers before leaning in to kiss me. This time it's a bit less delicate and a lot more hungry. She rubs her tongue against my top lip. I guess that was a sign of her asking if we could let things escalate...

Hell, yeah. I'd be a fool to say no.

I smile into the kiss and I open my mouth to allow her tongue entrance. There's a dance that's happening, it's hot and seductive so it must be the salsa. I can be a Latina for a day, can't I? At least give me a few moments.

I mount myself on all fours as I subtly make her lay down on her back, the whole time not breaking our little dance. I'm completely over her now and I feel her hands on the back of my neck, pulling me into her and the other is on my lower back. Um, I don't know if she knows this but the back of my neck is my spot. Like, THE spot. Just saying.

"Ashley," she says into my ear sounding out of breath.

I stop attacking her mouth and look her in the eyes, "Spencer."

She smiles, "No one holds a candle to me."

Cocky much?

I smirk and nod, "Yep, no one," I lean down so I'm on the right side of her ear, "Sweet, darlin', these are my confessions to the crimes of wanting you, badly," I whisper slowly then kiss on the side of her mouth. I lean up to look into her eyes but their closed. "Spen?" I say in a whisper.

Her eyes slowly open with a goofy smile gracing her lips, "Hm?"

"You okay?" I ask slowly but with a smirk still.

What's that? Do I see a glint of the devil in her eyes? Is there a fire dancing in those baby blues?

She nods then grabs my neck to pull me into a kiss. It's fast, it's quick but, so amazing. After she releases me she whispers, "Better with you."

And that sends chills up my spine. Now, I can't help myself.

I latch my lips back onto hers and run my fingers through her hair. I think she might use Herbal Essences because, damn, her hair is soft.

Her small hands begin to play with the fabric at the bottom of my shirt and I slowly feel it inching it's way up toward my torso. This little devil is trying to take my shirt off. Go, Spen, go, Spen, be a heathen.

As she's doing this I start to breathe a little bit faster and she notices I'm sure but this only fuels her fire because she attacks my lips more forcibly. She stops her plan to take off my shirt because she's found my bra. One hundred dollars, thank you very much. Victoria never kept a secret as lovely as mine, I'm more than sure.

Her thumbs graze the material as my thumbs find their way into her belt loops. Don't get scared, Spence, I don't plan on going any further south. Unless you're down for the road trip that is.

"Spencer!" a voice yells from on the other side of the door.

We freeze and make eye contact, "Fuck me!" Spencer and I whisper at the exact same time.

"My mom's here ." Spencer whispers.

"I thought she was gone ." I whisper back to her.

Bullshit!

A head's up: it's Paula.

And she brought someone with her.

Betcha can't guess who.