How goes it? Good Good. All is grand in my Spashley world.

I actually built a bear with someone that means alot to me and we named it Spashley. I sleep with it every night.

Cuz, i'm kinda in love with her, i guess. Ahem. Moving on.

Enjoi.

I prop myself up on my elbows and look at her. She's going through her closet as I yell to her, "So, where'd you go this morning? I noticed you took a shower, did you sneak out with some other girl?"

She pokes her head out of the closet...ha, "Absolutely and then I had to take a shower before you smelled our sex on me. You know me, lady of the night."

I nod, "Mhm."

She rolls her eyes playfully then disappears back into the closet, "No, jealousy, I took a shower because I went on a run this morning because you were sleeping."

I gasp, "I would've gone with you, why didn't you wake me up?" I wanted to get my gluts in tip-top shape.

"Because you were sleeping so peacefully and I know that you needed the sleep. I was playing the considerate girlfriend card, gimme some points." Spencer says happily. I'm glad I make her happy.

I stand up and walk over to the closet then I proceed to peek my head in. A half naked Spencer in her bra and underwear, "What card are you playing now?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

She looks over at me quickly with a dark blue shirt in her hand, "The I'm-getting-dressed-quit-looking-before-we-wind-up-screwing card." She giggles.

I shake my head from side to side but keep my eyes glued on her and her bodacious body, "Um, nope, you lose. You can't use that card at least for another month." I take light steps toward her.

She looks me up and down then her eyes turn into this intense shade of blue, "Close the closet door behind you."

I do as she says then continue toward her. She wraps her arms around my neck as I place each of my hands on her hips. Skin so soft. No truer words could be spoken at this moment.

I can see the twinkle in her eyes, "I love you."

Okay, so I lied. No truer words other than those words could be spoken, "I love you, too."

She raises an eyebrow at that, "Show me."

My heart rate just quadrupled, "Don't say it if you don't mean it."

After I finish that statement she leans in and ravishes my lips. Kissing me hard enough to where I can't breathe and it feels so good. I dig my nails into her hips and she kind of whimpers.

I loosen my grip and break the kiss, "Does that hurt?" I ask referring to my nails.

She shakes her head as she dives back into my lips and I dive into her lips called heaven. I begin to push her backwards towards her closet wall. I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my body and push her against the wall to get some leverage. She gasps as I do this but she dare not break the kiss. With one hand I caress her thigh then take my lips away from her mouth and reattach them to her neck. She digs her claws into my back as she throws her head back, "Ashley." She whispers my name as she pulls me further into her, if that was remotely possible.

I suck on her pulse point then lick the spot to soothe the growing bruise.

That's going to cause a scene at some point. I don't even care at the moment. I kiss from her pulse point down to the middle of her chest and by this point her breathing has quickened and she can't control her breathing even if she tried.

I play with the material that's covering her bottom half as I continue my assault on her chest. My thumbs dip into her underwear and I feel her quiver. I slide myself back up so I'm eye level with her now and I stare at her.

Her eyes are as wide as saucers as she tries to compose herself and her breathing. I won't let that happen, "Please tell me we don't have to stop." I say as I continue to play with her panties.

She barely shakes her head, her eyes roll into the back of her head then they focus on me again, "No, no. Don't stop." I barely hear her say.

My girlfriend has a way with words. So, I do as she says and enter her and with a gasp and a moan we are hitting cloud 9.

Knock, knock, knock, "Spencer? Are you still in there?" I hear her dad's booming voice as I remove a stray hair out of her face. After we finished Spen got so sleepy and basically just passed out in my arms. I laid her on the bed and just sat there with her, holding her hand.

I'm guessing it's time for dinner, "Uh, yeah, Mr. C! She's in the bathroom, we'll be down in ten minutes." I yell back to Spencer's ginormous father.

"Alright, Ashley," he says walking away from the door.

I return my attention back to my sleeping beauty. I lightly kiss her on her lips, cheeks and nose, "Baby, wake-y, wake-y. Dinner time." I say between kisses.

She begins to stir, "I don't wanna..." she trails off.

I slip my hand under her shirt and kiss her neck, "Yeah, you do." I whisper to her neck.

She grabs my hand sluggishly then removes her neck from my lips, "Tease. I'm up, I'm up."

I squeeze her hand then stand up away from the bed and stretch, "We still have nine minutes left to spare, you know?"

She sighs happily as she sits up and swings her legs off the side of the bed, "No, Ash, we wouldn't leave. How long was I asleep?"

I squat down in front of her as I place my hand on her tiny little knees and slowly work my way up her legs, "I don't really have a problem with not leaving heaven, you know..."

She rolls her eyes and swats my hands away.

I'm gonna be respectful. I take my hands away from her and rest them on both sides of her legs, "About an hour and a half."

"Really? I'm surprised they didn't come up here earlier to tell us." She looks around the room and something catches her attention.

I try to stare at what she's looking at. She's staring at baggage, "What?" I ask.

"Debbie. I hope she's alright." Spencer picks up her phone and calls Debs number. I think so at least.

I sit on the ground and cross my legs and watch her pace back and forth across the room.

"Hey! Oh my god, are you alright?" Pause, "Okay, good, sorry, um Ash and I went to the beach and stayed out late last night." So, the stay out late excuse? Nice, Spen, cover our love making up with half-truths.

I stare down at my legs and tune out the rest of her conversation. I wonder if she's ever gonna tell anybody about us. I wonder if I'm gonna be some experiment gone awry. As great as she is I don't know if she's ready for what being a lesbian and being with me entails. Not that I would dump her or anything like that. I sigh.

She plops down in my lap, "Hey, you."

Those baby blues are staring me down, "Hey..."

She kisses me tenderly on the lips as she caresses my neck, "Are you okay?"

I put on a smile for her, "Yeah."

"You sure? You look kinda out of it." She pushes again.

I look away from her then back to her eyes. They always call to me but what do I say to her? It's no big deal, really, at least I know she wants to be with me. That's enough for right now, I guess, "Nothing, nothing. What'd Debs say?"

She furrows her brow but I can tell she's gonna let it slide, "She said congratulations and that I'm a late bloomer." Spencer smiles.

Hi, I'm confused, what's your name? "What?"

"I told her about us. I hope that's okay. I just wanted to tell someone. At first she didn't think I was serious. Like, I was seriously going out with you because I'm supposed to be straight and all but-"

"Wait, wait, you told her that you were my girlfriend?" I ask with my heart soaring while still remaining in my chest.

She gives me a quick nod then continues to speak, "Yeah. And that we made love forever," She blushes when she says that, "I hope that's okay?" She questions.

My smile can't be compressed any longer. I pull her into me for a hug, "That's so okay."

It's kinda like she knew what I was feeling.

So, after a mini make-out session on Spencer's bedroom floor we finally made our way down to dinner. So, I've always thought dinner with the Carlin's would kind of be like the Brady Bunch plus one sinner. That'd be me, by the way. In case you weren't aware.

The seating arrangement seems pretty normal if you ask me. I'm seated next to Spencer, of course, with Clay opposite of me and Glen next to him. Next to Clay and I is the lovable Mr. C then opposite of him is Paula.

After grace, fifteen minutes pass as we make small talk. The small talk leads to what we want to do with out life. Glen wants to do nothing but get paid for it, Clay wants to be an engineer of some sort and Spencer wants to become a lawyer like her grandmother was at some point in life. This makes Paula smile. Then it comes down to me, "So, what about you Ashley?" Mr C says in the booming voice next to my ear, "What do you wanna be?"

I shrug, "Haven't thought about it too much, actually. Whatever sounds good."

Glen smiles at me, "Yeah! I like that idea."

I look over to Paula, I can see how she disapproves, "What do you want out of life then? A steady career, beautiful children, handsome husband-"

I scoff cutting her off, "Nah." Kinda funny.

"You don't want any of that?" Spencer asks.

I look at her, "Yeah, I wanna be successful and all with the two and a half kids but I don't need a husband to complete it, you know?" I say to Spencer and she smiles and squeezes my hand under the table. She was the only one meant to understand that.

Paula clears her throat, "So, you don't want a husband? You just wanna be single all your life?"

I don't know where this is going...

"No," I say slowly, "I just don't want a husband."

"You're supposed to date to marry, not date just to date and jump from person to person." Paula says coldly.

"Good thing I don't do that, Mrs. C." I say just as cold as she spoke to me.

"What are you saying, Ashley?" Paula says to me as the whole table stares at me.

I shrug again, "I'm just saying that there are other options." I'm gonna be vague in the hopes that this won't turn horrible. That's just wishful thinking.

"There are no other options." Paula says.

I swear the silence in this room is haunting, "Yeah there are. You don't have to conform to what society wants you to."

I look over to Glen and he's started to get this smile on his face. I roll my eyes, "What are telling me, Ashley?" She's staring me dead in the eyes.

I look back at her intensely, "I'm live the alternative lifestyle?"

And that is how I wound up in my car driving all angry and annoyed. I don't even know where I'm going at this point. Just driving til I run out of gas.

Spencer's been calling me nonstop for the past ten minutes but I can't bring myself to pick up. I shouldn't even be driving right now, the state that I'm in. I'm seeing red everywhere I turn and it just enrages me even more.

Fuck Paula.

Basically.