So I've had the joy of chatting with Debbie and I've determined she's not that bad. She's also not an airhead like I thought she would've been, that's good. I usually hate dumb girls unless I'm getting, ahem, physical with them. But that Ashley is no more, right? I like the blonde whose thigh I'm groping way too much to destroy over a dummy tramp. She stated that it was kind of cold in her room so she pulled a blanket over us because she knew I was cold too. Clever girl. Ah, Spencer Carlin …Carlin. Wait, what the fuck is her middle name? Why don't I know this?

"Hey, Spence, what's your middle name?" I ask.

Spencer looks over to me and smiles, "Where'd that come from? Let me guess: you weren't listening to a word we were saying were you? God, I swear, Ashley, we could be telling you the meaning of life and you just wouldn't know because you're in your own little world."

I smirk and shrug, "I don't give two shits about the meaning of life. Living life is the key to the universe. So, seriously what's your middle name?" I ask again.

I look at Debbie and she's smiling and laughing really hard at what I said, "It's Ravine. Spencer Ravine Carlin."

Spencer looks at me because I guess my jaw dropped. I really wouldn't have expected that, it's so unusual, "What's the matter? You don't like my name?" she says.

I remove my hand from her thigh and hold both my hands up and shake them, "No! No, it's not that. I just pictured you as a Marie or a Jessica. Ravine just throws me off a little bit but, it's nice, and I like it."

"Good because I'm stuck with it," she giggles and god it sounds so heavenly.

"Just like I'm stuck with you," Debbie says standing up, "I think I'm going to help myself to your fridge, is that cool?" she asks Spencer but she's still staring at me.

I snap in her face, "Debs is talking to you."

She blinks, "Oh, um what? Yeah, go ahead, um—"

I cut Spencer off, I think she might need a little help, "If you don't find anything then I'll take you guys out for something. I'd just have to go to my house and get my car keys."

Debbie tilts her head, "I thought you locked yourself out."

Shit. "I did but I forgot that I have a spare key in the back of the house." Nice, save, Ashley! Yes!

"Oh, alright, that's fine. Who wouldn't want two hot dates?" Debbie says as she shimmies a little before leaving the room.

Spencer looks at me, "She wants you."

I laugh, "Spencer. She's not gay." I stroke her arm lightly to see if that'll chill her out a bit.

"Well, in all fairness I wasn't either until I met you, remember?" she smiles at me.

I nod, "That's the truth." I grab her chin and pull her close to my face, "And I'm okay with that."

She looks down at my lips, "I concur."

Our lips collide but Spencer pulls back quickly which is good because we could get caught. Damn, that makes everything far more exciting I'll have you know. Just because I'm not supposed to do something it makes me want to do it even more. Call me rebellious.

"Sorry, I just don't want Debbie to walk in on us and get pissed off when she sees me kissing her girl." Spencer whispers then smirks and winks at me when she whispers the last word.

I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes at her, "I'm not her girl. You got it all wrong. Unfortunately, you are stuck with me. You're the unhappy girlfriend."

Spencer shakes her head from side to side as she grabs on to my hand, "Unhappy girlfriend? You mistake me for someone else, Ash," she rubs the back of my hand with her thumb as she slowly leans in toward my lips, "I am the happiest camper right about now."

I bite her bottom lip then speak, "Just right now?" I whisper as I stare into her beautiful eyes.

She looks down to my lips, "Always."

That's what I like to hear. Wait, I don't usually like the sound of forever but coming from Spencer's mouth it sounds so damn sweet.

I finally kiss her and I cannot just steal one kiss from her. So, I let the second contact of our lips go on for more than ten seconds. I break away from her and I just have to say something, "I really like you." I think I said it pretty sincerely.

She smiles and it's one of those smiles where she smiles with her eyes as well, "I really like you, too. You really make me happy. You make me smile so big. I laugh so hard. All because of you."

Did she really just say all of that? Man, those words mean so much to me even though they're so simple. How is this girl digging her way further and further into my heart? I kiss the back of her hand, "I treat you way to good." I joke.

She snatches her hand away from me then pushes me lightly, "Whatever."

I always do something to ruin a serious moment. Well, I'm sure Spencer and I have many more serious moments to come. Debbie finally walks back in and she looks kinda pissed. She sits next to Spencer all angry, "What's up, Debs?" I ask.

She sighs heavily then looks at me with her bottom lip stuck out, "No luck on the food."

I laugh, "Okay, well, let's fix that. We can go to P.F Chang or we can go to Wally world and get some groceries for us until Spen's parental devices come back. You pick. Nose goes, not it." I put my right finger up to my nose and so does Spencer.

It's a thing we worked out. It's how we decide and make our decisions. I think we've adapted far from rock, paper, scissors, thank you very much.

"What the heck are you guys doing? Why are your hands on your nose?" Debbie asks highly confused. It's kinda funny but also cruel. Oops.

Spencer takes her finger off of her nose as she smiles at Debbie, "It's how we make decisions. The last person to put their finger on their nose is the one who has to make whatever decision there is to make," she shrugs, "It may sound dumb but it actually works."

"Yeah, I'm a lazy individual looking for an easy way out." It's a matter of fact. Easy Ashley… wait, not like that.

"Okay, so I decide where we go?" Debbie says mischievously.

I nod, "Yes, that means you decide. Anywhere you'd like." I say smoothly. I'm a big spender today.

"Do I have a price range?" Debbie asks wiggling her eyebrows.

Spencer smacks her on the arm, "Deb! Don't ask her that, just go to Krystal's or Mcdonald's." Spencer looks at me with sorry eyes and I cant figure out why.

I shrug, "Spen, it's alright. No big deal. Yeah, wherever you'd like to go. I'm down for anything." I say smiling.

Debbie raises her eyebrows at me, "Hm? Ashley, can I ask you something?"

Beep. Beep. Alert. This could be an unnecessary question.

"And what's that, Debs?" I ask with a sort of quivering in my voice. Spencer can tell. She gives me a look that I can't quite read.

"Where are you getting all this money from? Are you an assassin or something?" Oh, she's just joking. Whew, I dodged a bullet there, yeah?

I chuckle a little, "Yep, I'm an assassin. I natural born killer, actually." I nod my head. Of course I'm not serious. Or am I?

Spencer shakes her head as she looks a Debbie, "No, she is not. Her parents are surgeons, don't let her fool you."

"Hey now! I have my own ways of making money. You know when I'm not seeing you I'm actually tricking on a corner. Thank you, very much." I'm proud of myself I'll have you know. A girl's gotta make a living.

Spence cracks a smile as she cracks up, "That actually might be the truth, Debs. She could very well be a prostitute."

I scoff as Debbie begins to speak, "And what are your prices?" she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I stifle the laughter that is boiling in my gut then I just let it all out. "Oh my god, you're alright, kid. Let's get this show on the road, though, seriously. You down for some P.F?" I ask her recovering from my laughing fit.

"Yeah, let's scoot." Spencer says. I sense a slight bit of jealousy. Girls are so easy to read when they're jealous. It's sort of in the cute category on Spencer though.

No way she's hitting on her… no way, right? I'm a firm believer in Spashley though.