I don't know why I go to these. Maybe it's because Aiden will pout if I don't go. We don't party much during the school year. Believe it or not, we work hard, especially Aiden. He's going to be a doctor, I'm sure of it. Why he insists upon taking numerous art classes, I don't know. I think secretly he wants to be some striving, starved, tortured artist but knows its not realistic, especially with the brains he was delt, to pass up on something like being a doctor. I was never that smart. How I got into UCLA is beyond me.
The music's too loud and the bass is thudding so hard I think my ears might just bleed, "You made it!" Billy yelled over the music, a lot more sober than the last time.
"Yeah!" Aiden yelled back excited, "God, I didn't think you could throw a bigger party than you did last weekend, but here we are, bigger and better than ever."
"Go big or go home, right?" Billy asked cockily.
"Definitely." Aiden responded, half listening.
"Besides, they always say the bigger the better. Right, Ashley?" he winked at me, nudging me with my elbow.
"Don't waste your time," I tell him indifferently, scanning subconsciously for a known body. Thee known body.
"Wow, so you really do play for the other team then?"
My eyes lit up in rage, "I'm not gay!" I stormed off into the backyard where there was built a swing set. I don't know who lives here or why there's a swing set at a 25 year old's house but the idea of it kind of distburbs me.
I take a seat, gently swaying back and forth. I was designated driver this time, so I couldn't drink much, if any, "Didn't think you'd show."
I look up and automatically smile when I see the blonde strut over to me, "Aiden probably would pout for like eighty years if I didn't."
"That long, huh? That'd be terrible to watch somebody pout for that long."
"Especially Aiden. It gets kind of sad when he tries to pout."
She smiled and looked around the backyard but nobody was out here which was surprising considering it was July and it was sweltering inside, "I didn't tell Billy," she tells me, eyes still scanning the yard.
"I gathered that from the expression on your face."
"But, I told Coby. I'm sorry. He's my best friend. And I hadn't gotten laid in so long," she lamented.
I laughed, "Me either."
"Well, now you can say you have. Even if it wasn't with the right gender."
"I don't even remember it," I remind her pathetically. I feel bad.
"No big. It wasn't that special," she was totally serious.
"It wasn't?" I asked a little dejected. I don't know why that puts me off, it just does.
"Why would it be? A little thing like you? Straight as a board. I'm surprised it happened, even with the abnormally high levels of alcohol in your system."
I laughed nervously, "Yeah. It was for the experience, I guess. You know, so when I play that five finger game, I just have another thing that I can say I've done."
"Right," she said pointedly.
"So, totally gay, huh?" I asked overly curious.
"Completely."
"Not even just a little desire for men?" I ask baffled.
"Not at all. Been there. Done that. Doesn't appeal to me."
"But women do?"
She laughed playfully, "Fuck. Yes. They do."
My mind's swirling with a million thoughts that I can't even categorize and so many things I want to ask and so many things I want to say because truth be told, I've never really been friends with a lesbian before. Only gay men. "I can't believe you took advantage of me while I was drunk."
She put her hands up in defense, "I tried the best I could in my drunken state to stop you but I am only human and when a hot girl is throwing herself at me, who am I to say no?"
"You think I'm hot?" I question.
"Don't flatter yourself. I think a lot of women are hot."
"Oh."
"This party's really boring," she stated, even though it was kind of the opposite of boring but if you weren't drinking it wasn't any fun.
"Why aren't you drinking?"
"I don't know. Why am I not drinking?" she asked nobody in particular, probably curious herself, "Maybe I'm just tired of it. I feel like all I ever do is attend party after party, tying way too many back."
"I'm not much of a drinker," I shrug
"I guess somebody was really persuasive," she wiggled her eye brows in enjoyment of taunting me.
"I don't really remember why I even drank. I guess I realized it took less energy to just give in than it did to fight it."
Spencer laughed and let her head fall as we were turned, facing each other while talking. She'd taken a seat on the other swing a while back. Her teeth were like, really white. I mean, supreme white and luminscent. The light from the building kept bouncing off her smile and sparkling, blinding me in the most beauitful way.
"Oh my god are you two going to kiss again?" a guy yelled from the screen door, having just walked outside. I look over annoyed and see it's David. I glare at him and stomp off the swing. This is getting to be annoying.
Spencer sent him the biggest glare she could muster up and followed after me inside, shoving David on her way, "Ashley, wait, where are you going?"
"I don't know. This party's annoying," I lie, though not really because all parties are kind of annoying.
She put a gentle hand on my shoulder and as I stared at it angrily, she removed it, "Let's go somewhere."
"Where?"
"I don't know. A coffee shop. I'm kind of hungry," she half smiled.
"No tengo dinero," I pouted and her face twisted in confusion.
"Huh?"
"I don't have any money," I repeat.
"My treat. It's the least I could do, considering I got in your pants."
I rolled my eyes, "We have to come back, though. I'm Aiden's ride."
She smiled and laced her fingers with mine, dragging me to the door, "We'll come back for him, okay?"
At least somebody doesn't mind giving me reassurance because I always need it and if she was willing to always provide it, well I'd always take it.
~*~
"Ashley, you can slow down you know? Taste your food."
"I can taste it. It tastes delicious," I said with half of my sandwich in my mouth, "I luff sanwiches."
She smiled, a little disgusted by my bad eating habits and really, I don't blame her, "Swallow. Then talk."
"I haven't eaten today," I explain, after swallowing the bite of my sandwich.
"It's midnight. Nobody's eaten today, yet."
"No, I mean, yesterday, then. I didn't eat yesterday."
"That's really not healthy," she informed me as if she knew everything.
That just pissed me off, "Well, whatever. I do what I want."
She smiled cutely-scratch that. She smiled, "Okay, Cartman. Whatever you say," she drew out, emphasizing the whatever.
She paid for the check which I don't think was that much, fortunately because I get really uncomfortable when people other than Aiden pay for me. "Oh my god it's almost one and Aiden hasn't called yet!" I jumped up to leave, shaking the table, sending her cup of water all over her. Shirt and jeans.
She looked epicly pissed, "Ashley."
I looked anywhere but at her, "I'm sorry."
She stood up and began to walk to the car, "Ashley, come on."
We'd parked in the back of the parking lot, plus it was late and nobody was there and she had this big ass jeep that she opened the back of, finding something. "What are you doing?" I asked fearfully, thinking she was trying to find a bat to slam me on the head with.
"Changing," she explained as she quickly pulled her shirt off, reaching for a different top.
Even through the darkness you could see the red on my cheeks, which is hard to see considering I'm kind of tan, but the light in the parking lot illuminated my flush and she smirked confidently, "What's the matter little lady?"
"I uh, I'm just going to turn around."
"I'm wearing a bra, you know."
"A white bra. A white bra that also has water on it."
She smirked again, "It's not like you haven't seen these before."
My eyes bulged as I turned around, trying to make conversation about nothingness, willing the mental image that stayed firmly planted in my mind to leave and as it sounded like she was finished changing I turned around just as she was bending over into her trunk to find pants and her underwear were really low, "Oh jesus!" I yelled causing her to turn back around and my eyes dropped to the front view of what I just saw.
"What?"
"Uh…," I lost my words as I couldn't remove my eyes.
"You've seen that before too."
"Uh…"
She stepped closer to me, "Does this make you uncomfortable?"
My breath hitched, "I just don't like when people invade my personal space."
She rolled her eyes, "Suit yourself," and she pulled on sweatpants.
"I will," I crossed my arms over my chest stubbornly.
"Thanks for getting me all wet by the way," she reminded, irritated.
"I'm sure that wasn't the first time," I shot back, extremely impressed with my quick witted remark.
She cocked an eye brow, "Naughty. I like it," she purred and walked over to the drivers side, "Are you just going to stand there all day?" she yelled out at me and for some reason I couldn't get my legs to move.