A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Reviews make me happy :) I've been updating so freely because I've had two weeks of spring break which has just been amazing and I know I won't be able to update as often once school starts next week sooo just that I'd let you all know. Sorry if there are a few typos, I tried to review it the best I could but sometimes I miss some. Anyways, here ya go! :)
Spencer swerved her jeep into Billy's driveway dramatically, as it came to a screeching halt. Okay, not really, but it's more fun to imagine that it happened that way. We got back to the house around 1 and the place looked like a hurricane came through it. I guess I've never stayed at a party long enough to see the end. It ended kind of early though. Maybe it got rolled, although Billy's 25 so I don't see what could happen except for neighbors complaining about noise. He does live across from an old couple.
I stormed inside on a mission to find Aiden and as I entered the living room I saw him laying on the floor, mouth agape, a drool puddle forming near the corner of his mouth, arms outstretched, palms flat facing up, jeans at his ankles. Fortunately for me he was stll wearing his boxers and thank the gods for watching down upon me to be nice enough to keep them on. "Jesus christ, Aiden," I mumble, kneeling down checking him out. I put a hand to his neck, verifying that he was indeed alive and just passed out.
"Wow. Somebody got hammered," Spencer mused, making me jump. She scared me. I turned around to see her standing behind me, smirking at the drunken boy laying passed out next to me.
"It's not funny, Spencer."
"I think it is," she grinned, evil flickering through her eyes. God, she was wicked. She was kind of a bitch.
"Well, I don't and if you do you can just walk away, okay? I don't need your ass hole energy right now," I quipped back. Aiden passed out makes me nervous. He's never passed out before. He usually controls his liquor pretty well. I just wasn't in the mood for Spencer's...Spencer-ness.
"Hey uh...I'm sorry I just...here, let him spend the night. There's no use in trying to get him home now. Billy's got a guest bedroom."
"I guess you've got a point."
Spencer helped me drag Aiden to the guest bedroom and we plopped him down on the bed as he continued to snore away, not awoken by his location change.
"Fuck, he's heavy," Spencer rubbed her shoulders as if they hurt.
"He wasn't that heavy."
"Maybe I slept on my shoulder then and it just exaserbated it," she pondered thoughtlessly, if that's even possible, though for Spencer it probably is.
"I took massage classes for a year a few years back," I stated. I don't know what I was throwing out there, but it just seemed to fit the conversation.
"Are you offering to give me a massage?" she asked surprised.
"I don't know."
"Are you going home, or what?"
"Can I stay? I don't want to leave Aiden."
"Yeah, sure the couch pulls out into a bed," she responded, clearly exhausted, walking over to the couch and pulling it out into a bed.
"Where is Billy? I feel bad staying without asking him," I stood awkwardly as she continued to make up my bed.
"He's probably passed out. Billy doesn't care," she looked up at me, her eyes a bit blood shot, "Well, your bed awaits," she smiled softly.
"Are you going to stay?" I asked her as I continued to stand uncomfortably, preparing to sleep in the house of a guy I hardly knew and didn't even really care for.
"I wasn't planning on it…" she replied awkwardly.
"Oh. Okay," I replied back even more awkward, slowly meandering towards the bed.
"Have a good sleep, Ashley," she said to me as I laid down on the bed and sank into the springs
"Spence...er...you look exhausted."
"Long day. No big," she assured me smiling weakly.
God I could not get comfy in this thing and as Spencer walked to the door I tried to find some comfort in this bed but every few minutes I had to turn and I'd almost get rocket launched from one side of the bed to other and it was like riding a roller coaster to sleep.
I heard a laugh as familiar footsteps made their way back towards me, "I could hear those springs from outside the door," she chuckled.
"This bed is ridiculous."
"Why do you think I took us to the guest bed where Aiden is sleeping?" she asked nonchalantly, but as I stiffened up, I think she quickly learned that the subject of our drunken night made me uncomfortable, "God, Ashley," she sighed as she kneeled down to sit on the bed and began to lay down.
"What are you doing?" I asked, a bit frightened.
"Making pancakes. What else?"
"I want pancakes!"
"Ashley, you just ate."
"I can always eat."
She laughed, "I see."
"I meant like food like I have a big appetite and like I don't know I just like food because the flavor just excites me but like in the way that makes me want to create-"
Spencer cut me off by putting her hand over my mouth, "Let's sleep, okay rambles?"
I nodded my head and gently put it down against the pillow, "Spencer?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Everything."
I could feel her nod her head in a no problem kind of way, "No rolling around. I need this sleep."
~*~
I felt my body being jolted out of sleep as I sleepily opened my eyes and looked up to see a groggy Aiden holding his head and looking down at me. "What?" I asked, irritated that he woke me up.
I could see his eyes scanning what lay below him. Me on a bed with Spencer beside me and I could tell the cogs in his sleepy brain were turning trying to put the situation together. "Did you guys sleep together again?" he asked, his voice scratchy.
"Yeah. We had sex. With clothes on," I joked.
"I've actually done that before," a sleepy Spencer said as she turned over to look up at Aiden, eyes squinted at the light.
"Not helping," I growled at her, "Aiden, we didn't have sex. I didn't even drink anything. You on the other hand, got smashed."
He scratched his head, "I know. But at least I didn't have sex with anyone."
"You sure about that?" I asked.
"Yeah, I mean your pants were down at your ankles," Spencer added.
"I know. I had to pee but I never put my pants back up," he explained, "I do actually remember last night."
"But, you passed out," Spencer added.
"I still remember," he fired back at her. Okay, Aiden did not seem to like my new friend. Note to self: remember to ask him about this later, "Anyway, Ash, I wanna go home. Shower. Eat. You know."
"Yep! Getting up," I stretched as I slowly sat up, "Today's Sunday, right?"
"Good job Ashley," Spencer chirped.
I gave her my best pissed off expression which I couldn't seem to hold, "Your attitude is not warranted."
"I think it is," she smiled. Fuck. Her.
"Okay, well, if you see Billy which I assume you will, tell him thanks for letting me stay and throwing the party."
"So you are leaving?" Spencer asked, snapping out of her daze as she sat up rather quickly.
"Yeah. I need to eat and just get home."
"Oh. Yeah. I should do that too."
"Do you live near here?" I asked her casually.
"Robertson. Up a ways. Right up off Sunset."
"Wow. Well you are just smack in the middle of WeHo."
"Gotta put myself in the gay area. How else am I going to meet all these hot girls to have sex with?" she asked jokingly but somehow I knew she was kind of serious and somehow I kind of realized that that must have been what Spencer was all about. Just a good time girl.
"Of course. Well, I guess I'll see you around sometime. Same house, different party."
"I assume it's Aiden's turn to be dd next time?" she asked eyeing the hung over boy who was scanning the house and surveying last nights damage.
I look over at him and he nodds slowly, thankful for that, "Yep," I tell her, not too enthused.
"Well hopefully we can have a good drunken night next time. Without ending in sex," she replied with an amused expression.
"Yeah, there will definitely be no sex next time."
"Let's go!" Aiden moaned irritated, "I want to shower and eat!"
"God, okay. Jesus. Bye Spencer."
We headed for the door when her voice ricocheted through my ears, "You can text me sometime you know. I mean...if you want. That's what phone numbers are for."
I smiled without looking at her, "Okay, Spencer."
~*~
It was nearing August which saddened me because I started school in late August and though I had most of August off, it still meant thinking about school, getting back into the swing of things and that didn't sound fun. I hated Tuesdays. They always bored me. Aiden was at work and I didn't really know how many times I could go shopping to visit him without his boss getting mad at me and Julian was in Cabo. Lucky bitch. I called Olivia several times but I coninuously got no answer which fueled my irritation
I decided to check out West Hollywood. I'd never really been in the area much and considering I'd lived in LA for two years now, you'd think one would know the area a little better. As I wandered up the streets seeing various gay men in that same uniform they all seemed to wear, a tight v neck and tight jeans with the classic faux hawk, I kind of grew bored. I don't know what I was expecting to find here. Maybe more lesbians. More Spencers. All I knew is that it was too fucking hot to be walking on the streets of LA so I decided to grab an ice tea and head back home.
As I walked into Coffee Bean slash Tea leaf, I wondered why it had two names but quickly brushed it off as I ordered, "Ice tea."
"What kind?" the girl asked me in a geuinly nice tone.
"Uh, whatever your best herbal tea is."
"We have a list of teas right there," she pointed to the placard with teas.
"No. You choose. I like surprises."
"Okay," she beamed, "Makes my job a little more interesting."
I payed for my drink and as I turned around to the counter to grab a straw ahead of time I saw the back of a blonde that I knew had to be the blonde I knew. I jumped in surprise, but after I realized she couldn't see me, obviously, I stood awkwardly, not knowing whether I should say hi or just leave. I always felt weird running into people I knew in public.
I went to grab my ice tea and I lingered a bit, I'll admit because I was really curious who the brunette was that she was sitting with. She was cute. I guess. I mean, a pretty girl, no doubt about it, but she didn't hold a candle to Spencer. My phone went off loudly, embarrassingly and as everyone turned around so did Spencer, more than a little surprised and my cheeks probably turned red as I answered my phone, staring at Spencer. "Hello?"
"I don't understand why you always answer in a questioning tone when we have caller ID these days," Olivia poked.
"I uh...was a little...distracted," I replied sheepishly.
"Hm. So what's up bitch?" she asked like calling me bitch was the most normal greeting you could call someone. For Oliva, it was.
"I'm bored," I sighed.
"Aw, pobrecita."
"Shut up. What are you doing?" I asked, taking a sip of my tea, staring at Spencer who'd gone back to her conversation where the brunette was glaring at me for some unknown reason.
"I'm hanging out with Jerry," she cooed. Jerry was her meat head boyfriend. Typical jock. Total ass.
"Sounds awesome," I replied, not really paying attention.
"Ashy, we can hang out afterwards. Jerry has soccer practice anyway," and I could hear the smile through her voice. It made me happy.
"Sounds good."
"Okay, I'll text you once I'm home."
"Okay then."
"Bye Ashy!" click.
"Aye," I let out, a little too loudly, causing Spencer to turn back around raising a very curious eye brow at me.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I mouthed the word nothing.
"What are you doing here?" she asked me as if she owned this place. What a bitch.
"Getting an ice tea. What does it look like?"
"Gabbing."
"My friend called me back. I was just stopping in to get an ice tea."
She shook her head, "I didn't mean here here I meant here as in West Hollywood."
"What? Do you own West Hollywood now too? Last time I checked not just gays came here."
"I know that, but last time I checked you didn't really come here."
"How do you know?"
"Just a vibe I got. I guess I didn't check," she shrugged and sipped her .
"Well I uh, I do," I replied firmly, hoping if I replied strongly enough, she'd buy it.
She squinted her eyes at me, "You're full of shit. What are you doing here?"
"I just thought I'd check out the area. I figured I'd lived here for two years and didn't know it well. Might as well see all parts of LA. Gay and all."
She laughed and turned around to face her...friend? "Eliza this is my friend Ashley. Ashley, Eliza. There."
Eliza so didn't like me. "Girlfriend?" I asked curiously.
Spencer laughed, "Right." That didn't make Eliza happy.
"Then what are we?" she fired back at Spencer who's eye bulged out of their sockets as she quickly turned back to the girl.
"Friends?"
"Friends that have sex a lot?" she asked curiously, and surprisingly calm.
"With benefits?" Spencer asked hopefully.
"I thought you hadn't gotten laid in a while," I asked.
"I met her the day after the party," she explained vaguely.
"Oh." What else was there to say? Just, oh.
"Life's gotta live. Girls' gotta fuck," Spencer shrugged again like she couldn't help it.
"Cool," I replied indifferently, "Nice meeting you Eliza," I smiled and waved as I walked out. Cue footsteps behind me.
"Ashley," Spencer said in a level voice.
I turned around in a faux pleasantly surprised tone, "Hm?"
"Uh," she smiled, "I don't even know why this girl thinks we should be something. I've known her for a week," she laughed watching as a car quickly drove by.
"It sucks when one person has the wrong idea of what you are," it's true. I had this guy once who swore I was his girlfriend. We had one drunken kiss. Creeper.
Her head fell back as she laughed comfortably, "Story of my life."
"Uh huh. Well, anyway, shouldn't you be getting back to Amy."
"Eliza."
"Whatever. Same thing," I don't know why I all the sudden felt like being a bitch. Maybe because I just felt like acting the way Spencer always acted.
"Uhm…," her thought trailed off into the air and I was getting bored just standing there.
"Well this is fun. I'm going to go now."
"Wait. Uhm. Want to hang out?" she asked, her face reflecting that she regretted it the minute the invite left her mouth.
"Like, now?"
"Well, I wasn't really referring to now but if now's good for you then I mean yeah, sure."
"I don't think Jenny likes me very much," I laughed easily.
She rolled her eyes at the incorrect name, "She needs to go home anyway."
"Well, I'm hanging out with my friend Oliva soon so maybe another time."
"You're really bad at texting people," she told me with a hint of irritation.
"Most people would take that as a sign that the person doesn't want to hang out with you," I said kind of rudely.
She looked surprised at my bluntness, "Well, I'm not most people. And considering we keep running into each other I'm going to take that as a sign that something says we should be friends."
"You are too much Miss Carlin."
She smiled, "Just the right dosage," and winked as she went to go back inside.