Hey, Kids! Hope summer is treating everyone well, I know my summer has! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the update, it's gonna be a long one!
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Spencer lay on her hotel bed an hour and a half until she needed to go to the mixer, the TV playing the news quietly in the backround, but her thoughts were all too clouded to even pay attention. Her eyes glanced to her phone for the fifth time in a minute, the picture of Emily and Samara staring back at her.
Part of her wanted to call Emily and talk to her as if nothing were wrong. As if she weren't in love with everything about her. As if every time Emily smiled Spencer's heart didn't race, or as if every time Emily ran her hand through her long, silky waves Spencer didn't wish it was her hand. But the other part of her wanted to believe what A said. Looks like she doesn't even care that you're gone. The words stung and she couldn't bear the idea of them being possibly true.
Spencer sat up and slid her legs over the edge of the bed, she got up and went into the bathroom, her face expressionless as she turned on the shower and began removing her clothes, as if stripping herself of all her problems that were lingering around her like a heavy stone just waiting to crush her.
A chill washed over her pale skin once she was fully nude, she hurried to climb under the hot stream of water. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as her hair became gradually damper until it was completely soaked. Then she ran her hands over her head, smoothing out her long tresses. She was reminded for a moment of Emily when she climbed out of the pool after winning a meet, and how her long, black hair had looked so sexy as she let it out of that swim cap.
Spencer switched thoughts and reached for her Dove bodywash she had brought along. She squeezed some onto her loofah and started to scrub. She relished the feeling of the suds running down her skin, taking her top layer of stress with them to the drain. She rinsed and proceeded to wash her hair before turning the water off and stepping out into the steam-filled bathroom.
Feeling refreshed, she dressed for the party, choosing a black and purple high waisted dress. The top half was loose and wavy and Spencer chose to accent it with some long, black chain necklaces. The bottom half hugged her body like a latex glove, the black material stopping mid thigh. She topped it off with some 4 inch strappy black wedges by Jimmy Choo. She wore her hair in soft spiral curls and she used mousse to give her hair a lift of volume at her roots. With one final application of gloss, she was finally satisfied with her appearance.
Her phone buzzed from the bed and she went over to check it.
Emma: Sorry it's such short notice, but there are more people here than expected, I don't think I can pick you up. My address is 198 Glennwood Ct. See you there! xx
Spencer pursed her lips and nodded, not bothered by the sudden cancellation. She googled the address and was soon on her way.
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"Maybe we should call her Hanna…I mean it's been almost four days…" Emily said worredly to the blonde who sat across the bedroom the two of them shared.
"Emily, Spencer just needs space. It's gotta be hard for her, accepting that you're with Samara after kissing you and all," Hanna said without even looking up from painting her nails.
"Hanna," Emily gave her friend a look, "I'm just worried is all. That message from A has really been bugging me."
"Listen, A hasn't broken you and Spencer's friendship yet, don't let that bitch ruin it now!" Hanna said encouragingly.
Emily shook her head and bit her lip, "At the rate Spencer and I are going, it might be over before A gets the chance."
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"Spencer! You look beautiful," Laura greeted her at the door with a hug "Come on in! The refreshments are in the kitchen, and everyone is all around the main floor. And I think Emma is in the living room!"
The house was crowded and Spencer worked her way through to the living room where she saw Emma, chatting up a bundle of incoming students. Emma made eye contact with Spencer and she smiled, inviting Spencer to come over. Spencer made her way over to Emma and greeted her with a hug.
"Hey," Emma said in Spencer's ear, "Glad you could make it." They pulled back and smiled at eachother.
"Me, too! This is really awesome!" Spencer said, looking around at the amount of people enjoying themselves.
"You look amazing, Spencer!" Emma said, looking at Spencer with a sexy glint in her brown eyes.
"Thank you! I wasn't sure if it was formal or what, so I just dressed up!" Spencer shrugged with a half smile.
"Are you thirsty at all, can I get you something to drink?" Emma offered.
"That'd be great! I'll just wait here," Spencer nodded.
"Okay, I'll be right back," Emma smiled before leaving towards the kitchen.
As Spencer waited in the living room, her phone buzzed in her purse. Sighing and furrowing her brow, she pulled her phone out and looked at the screen. Perfect. A text from Emily. The first word from her in four days.
Emily: Can we talk?
Spencer sighed, her heart aching again as she hesitantly typed her reply.
You: Well, now's not really a good time. When I get back.
As she hit send, she realized she needed some space from everyone, so she walked out of the living room and towards a door she hoped would lead to an empty room. Instead, she got a staircase going to the basement. Deciding it was better than nothing, she headed down the stairs, just wanting some quiet. To her surprise and pleasure she found there was a fully stocked bar in the basement, complete with every liquor she could fathom.
"I did need that drink…" Spencer muttered to herself as she walked over to the bar and looked at the shelf, trying to decide on what to drink.
She settled on coconut rum and poured herself a shot, needing the buzz immediately. She downed it in a heartbeat, revelling in the warm feeling the drink caused, and decided that one wasn't going to do the trick.
She went on to pour five more.
Getting up the stairs wasn't an easy task, but after a couple of minutes of tripping over steps she made it up, a goofy grin on her face. She walked into the living room and tapped a random girl on the soulder.
"Have you seen…have you seen Emma? I was waiting for her!" Spencer said, her words tied together in a drunken slur. The girl stepped back a bit, smelling the liquor on Spencer's breath, and finally answered.
"She's uh, out on the patio." The girl pointed towards a sliding glass door that lead outside. Without thanking the girl, Spencer made her way to the door as quickly as her intoxicated body allowed, which wasn't very fast. She slipped out and saw Emma sitting alone on the patio swing.
"It's awefully quiet out here!" Spencer said loudly, laughing a little. Emma's head snapped over to the brunette, who then moved to sit next to her.
"Yeah…where did you go?" Emma asked, seeming a little upset.
"Just, just to the basement. I needed some quiet!" Spencer held her forefinger up in front of her lips and gave a soft shhhhh.
"Why's that?" Emma asked, realizing Spencer's state.
Spencer dramatically rolled her eyes, "Em…Emily texted me for the first time in four days! Four!" Spencer held up her phone in a failing attempt to show Emma.
"So you got drunk in my basement? How much did you drink, Spencer?" Emma asked slowly.
"Just, six…" Spencer burst into laughter.
"Six what, Spencer?" Emma faught to keep Spencer's attention.
"Six shots!" Spencer said, putting her fist up in the air triumphantly. Emma chuckled a little and urged Spencer to relax.
"That would explain why you're acting like you're five…" Emma nodded to herself. Spencer turned towards Emma and gave her a sultry smirk.
"You know, I really like you, Emma," Spencer said dizzily, cupping Emma's face in her hands. Then Spencer's lips were on her's. Emma tasted the rum on Spencer's tongues as Spencer pulled her closer. But just as Emma thought about deepening the kiss, she decided to pull back.
"What?" Spencer asked, agrivated.
"Spencer," Emma looked Spencer in the eyes, "Was that kiss really meant for me? Or for someone else?" Emma asked with her eyebrows raised. Spencer, although drunk, knew she was right. That kiss belonged to Emily. But Emily was taken.
Spencer slowly shook her head and her eyes fluttered. "No, Emily and I…we can't. It just won't work…" Spencer stuttered. Emma's full lips stretched into a soft smile.
"You need to sleep this off," Emma helped Spencer stand and she began walking Spencer inside, "Give me your keys, you are not driving."
"Where are we going?" Spencer asked.
"I'm taking you back to your hotel, you're a mess!" Emma said, carefully helping Spencer walk to the front door.
Spencer pulled back and pouted, "but I just got here!"
Emma giggled and grabbed Spencer's hand, "And now, you're leaving!"
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"Okay, easy now!" Emma said as she helped Spencer into the hotel room and onto the bed. Spencer layed back, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. Emma grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and poured some into a glass. Then she retrieved two asprin from her bag and turned to give them to Spencer. But to her surprise, Spencer was already fast asleep.
Emma smiled adoringly at Spencer and set the items on the bedside table before gently removing Spencer's shoes and jewlery. She pulled the covers up over Spencer's slight figure and leaned down, gently kissing the brunette on the forehead. Deciding not to go back to the party, Emma climbed into bed next to Spencer and willed herself asleep.
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"So what's up with you and Spencer?" Samara asked innocently as she and Emily sat in their favorite coffee shop Monday afternoon.
Emily shook her head, "I don't know, it's complicated."
Samara reached out to touch Emily's soft hand, "Em, you know whatever it is, you can tell me."
Emily looked up at Samara, a sad look in her eyes, like a puppy, "The night you and I became official, I went over to Spencer's to return the dress she let me borrow and well, she told me she had feelings for me. But I told her I wanted to give what you and I have a chance. She then told me to leave and we haven't spoken since," Emily explained with a heavy tone in her voice.
Samara looked at Emily, a very intense stare in her eyes, and she tried to read what Emily was feeling. "Do you feel the same towards her?" Samara just came out and asked.
Emily's brown eyes snapped to the blonde's blue ones, "What?" Emily tried to hide from answering, for fear of hurting Samara's feelings.
"I just want to know…don't worry, Em," Samara looked at her reassuringly.
Emily rubbed her lips together and furrowed her brow, knowing the answer.
"Yes."
And for some reason, Samara smiled lightly at her, "I can tell. Spencer adores you, Emily."
"But I'm with you. I really, really like you, Samara." Emily grabbed both of Samara's hands and smiled at her.
Samara nodded, "Me too. But maybe you should talk to Spencer and at least get your friendship back. I bet that would mean a lot to her."
"Maybe I should."
Just then, Emily's phone buzzed and she looked down to where it sat on the table.
"Shit," Emily muttered under her breath.
"What? What is it?" Samara asked, seeing the panic in Emily's face.
"I um, I have to go right now. I'll call you and explain later, but it's an emergency!" Emily was already getting up and walking quickly for the door. Samara stood up, confused and opened her mouth to speak, but Emily was already out the door.
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