Well, as you all might've guessed, this chapter sucked =). Honestly its a buncha BS put into a lotta words, for the most part, aside from the 'Spashley' reunition (wtf? that's not a word) and the kids and Ashley's conversation, and Shannon's little scuffle with being thrown back into the public eye (which technically didn't happen yet?) Anywayyyyy...Idk. I'm in an oddly good mood 'cause I'm watching this hillarious chick's videos on Youtube. Seriously, I haven't stopped laughing all day. And its even funnier, that I'm TOTALLY gonna fail one of my classes 'cause I haven't finished the project that's due tomorow =). And yet, my teacher's love me. Anywayyyyy x2...I'll try to start up with the writing again, but if you haven't checked the A/N (tsk tsk), then you should (or else next time you need a Jew to part an over-sized body of water, I won't be there).
Not only should you enjoy this update, but you should enjoy all of the pointless and hillarious A/N's I put in before every chapter. If you don't, you've just broken my little 15-year-old heart /3 -tear- ='(
Disclaimer: ...yeah...okay...
CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO AngelKruger BECAUSE SHE FINALLY SAID SOMETHING ABOUT MISSY PEREGRYM!! haha, nahh. Seriosuly, for being the fire under my ass to just write SOMETHING. =)
"After my mom saw how close we were when she came home, she wasn't exactly happy," she sighed as I put my hand on her knee. "She pretty much just told her to leave. If she left later than she did my mom probably would've started yelling and everything, but she didn't. She just walked into her room and told us she had to go back to work."
"Damn. That sucks...sorry..." Wow. Way to be compassionate, Ash.
"No, its fine." She bit her lip and her blue-eyes connected with mine. "Now that you're back, I don't need anyone else to protect me...right?" It was obvious to anyone with half-a-brain she still thought I was gonna walk out on her again. No. Ever since I kissed her again I don't even think I could leave if I tried.
"Right." I leaned forward and let my lips graze hers. "Definetely right." Spence laughed and pulled away before she linked our hands together and then continued laughing even harder. "What?"
"You have the dumbest look on your face, Ash!" she exclaimed.
"I do? Really, Spence?" I slowly made my way up to her; the same way I always used to before I...ya know...went to tickle the living shit outta her until she gave in and took what she said back. What were you thinking?
"Ash..." she said very huskily. I was surprised, 'cause that wasn't exactly what I was expecting from her. Usually she'd yell my name out (NOT LIKE THAT!), like, to warn me not to think about it. that kinda motherly tone, I guess.
"Spence..." I copied her tone, and before I knew it she was on top of me, kissing my neck and any exposed part of my skin vigiourously.
"I missed you so much." Her hand slipped under my shirt. "You have no idea, Ash."
After she started unhooking my bra, all reasonable thoughts were out the window for me; let alone forming coherent sentences. It took being away from her for that long to realize how much I actually missed her. How much I really did crave her touch, her kiss, just everything. It was insane.
It was even more insane once Spence took off her shirt.
"This isn't something the old Spence would do," I said while trying to ignore the sweat starting to form on my forehead. As corny as this sounds, I really coulda sworn the room just got a lot hotter.
She leaned down close to my face, lips on the shell of my ear, and whispered, "People change."
As I approached the ledge that overlooked the ocean, I caught sight of her sitting there, staring at the water. So, I swallowed what's left of my pride, and walked over to her. To say I was slightly nervous would be a slight understatement.
"I guess I was kind of hoping you'd be here." She turned around once I was done. Her blue eyes stared into mine intently, and I didn't know whether to sit down or just walk away.
Suddenly, her mood seemed to lighten up, and she cracked a small smile. "Well, don't you sound so sure of yourself." She put her hand on the grassy spot next to her. "You can sit if you want to. I won't bite." After that, she was wearing a smile resembling one she had on after our little impromtu wedding, if you could even call it that.
Regardless, I slowly walked over to the spot she pointed out, and sat. We both just were looking at anything but each other, just like the last time we saw each other, when my entire face was intact. When I finally looked over at her, she was looking at the part of my face I really didn't want her to.
"It should heal soon on its own. I'm trying to stay away from putting another layer of skin over it." That's the one downside to healing big wounds like this on my own--it adds another skin layer over it. So technically, yes, the wound may be gone on the surface, but its still there. I guess I'm like an onion. with all those layers and stuff.
"It doesn't look that bad." She put her hand to my face and ran her fingers over the still somewhat-open wound. "It makes me realize that even you aren't completely perfect--even though I still can't believe it."
"You, me, and whoever knows me realizes I'm not perfect, Angela. Perfection is just another standard someone invented for people to try to live up to, and fail."
"And there's the Shannon I first met all those years ago. Its good to know you're still such a pessimist," she said with mass-amounts of sarcasm.
"Any human being knows the future is bleak. According to the text, the supernatural should be ready for an even bleaker one." As much as I don't believe in all of that crap; even I have to admit it does end up right every once in a while. "I assume your dad's still trying to get everyone together for that."
"You've known him for two years, Shannon. Of course he's still trying." She bit her lip before she continued. "I guess you know he's against you then."
"He's been against me since the day he met me, Angela. Not even your family's feeble attempts to put me on a golden pedastal worked on him." I grinned, remembering her family. Her two idiotic older brothers, and her warm-hearted, loving mother. God, I really wish they stayed in the house.
"He hasn't stopped smiling since the day you left..." she said while looking down at the ground, and picking blades of grass from it.
I took her hand away from the bright-green plant and held it in one of my own. At this, she looked at me, and her eyes said it all; every single emotion she was feeling. From utter shock, to bewilderment, to confusion, to complete ecstasy and joy. And it was me that made her feel all of that. Me. The same person that left her all those months ago, but it seemed like an eternity. That was all me; Shannon Levy.
"You're gonna leave again, aren't you?" she asked while running her slender fingers over my stomach.
"I don't want to. But I guess I have to go back at some point..." The dissapointment was clearly written across her face. "I'm surprised we actually...that I did...with you...and...yeah..." God. Real nice, Ashley. Real nice.
"Why?" Her head shot up and her blue eyes were putting holes through my forehead.
"Well, a while ago, when I got back to school after those few days, Shannon and me and Angela all had this talk that ended up on the topic of how hard it would be for me to be with you. And then she said that if I actually did have sex with you, that I could end up killing you if I lost control, and all that. So I guess I'm just surprised I actually did it without...hurting you...or anything."
"Maybe they just said that, or something, to keep you away from me." She laid her head back down and I intertwined our fingers.
"I doubt it. I mean, its possible, I just don't think Angela would lie about that." Once I started thinking about her other-half, I automatically started to get pissed. "I wouldn't put any bets on Shannon, though."
"Why do you hate her so much?" I knew it was an innocent question, but once those words came out of Spencer's mouth, I jumped up and was angry as hell.
"Why do I hate her?! Are you serious Spence?!" I got up off the bed and started pacing. "She fucked my entire life over!"
Surprisingly, Spence rolled her eyes at me. As if I was the fucking bad guy in all this! "She wasn't the one who actually bit you, Ash. Technically, she helped you. You'd probably be dead right now without her."
"WHAT?!" I grabbed the closest thing to me (which happened to be her computer chair) and threw it at the wall. Spence stared, shocked at the chair now broken into seperate peices. "Why the hell are you defending her?! Why the hell are you taking her side?!"
"Ashley, I'm not taking her side," she spoke calmly, but scared at the same time. "Just please calm down."
Like the whipped girl I am, I did what I was told, and laid back down next to her own the bed. She rested her head on my chest, and I tried to calm my over-active breathing down.
I don't think I've really ever been that pissed. For some reason this just really hit me; its weird. God, if I feel like that the next time I see her, I don't have a doubt in my mind that some battle's gonna take place.
"Go," she demanded, standing next to me extremely at ease compared to myself. Although we mirrored each other on the outside, we were complete opposites inside. I hated doing it, but I read her thoughts, and she was perfectly fine. Me, I definetly wasn't. I was nervous.
"Maybe they left early, or something." I looked away from the big school building that I was so fimiliar with, and saw that she rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Angela. I wouldn't put it past Jay, at least. Ashley is probably off with her girlfriend, and Aiden is off with his friend, as well as Mitchell. All of them probably already have all their time planned out."
"Honestly, SHANNON," I rolled my eyes at her copied words, "stop trying to make exscuses."
"I'M NOT!" I dramatically threw my hands up before pounding them back down on my thigh with a balled fist. "I just don't wanna look like an idiot when--"
"GRANDMA?!" Me and Angela both did very slow turns to see which one said it. Thankfully, all four of them were standing there, shocked expressions planted firmly across their features.
Like the self-proclaimed leader he is, Jason took a step forward. "No. Its definetly not Grandma. She's just the stupid bitch that left us all, and almost got her own fucking kids killed."
"Jay--" Aiden attempted to calm down his cousin, and best friend, but all of us knew that wasn't gonna happen.
"No! Shut up, Aid, 'cause you know its true! Your fucking dad was almost put back in a wheelchair thanks to her!" He turned back around to me and pointed a finger in my direction. "If it wasn't for her little freak children, they'd be fucking dead! So don't go and try to fucking defend her!"
"Jason, please just calm down," I said with ease, although my blood was starting to boil. "Let's talk about this all," I looked around at the kids and teachers leaving the school, all taking odd glances in our direction, "just not here."
I tried to stay unnoticed when I waslked into the house, but I guess I forgot that that's kinda hard to do around here. Or at least I did when I walked into my room and James was sitting on a chair in the corner reading a book.
"You were with the girl," he stated without looking up from the book.
"Yes," I replied while taking a seat on my bed. It felt alot emptier now that I was used to Spencer being next to me.
"Is she on our side?" His eyes now peered at me through the top of his reading glasses. I didn't even know the little fucker had any.
Even though I wasn't completely sure, I nodded, "Yes."
"Good, good." He grinned and laid the large, hard-cover book back down in his lap. "We should be almost ready then. There's only one last thing I need you to do, Ashley." I grimaced, but nodded for him to continue.
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"Well, of all the fucking people--" I rushed forward and stopped him from slamming the door into my face...literally...
"Look!" I struggled to keep the door open against him. As much as I'd hate to admit, the ass was actually giving me a run for my money.
"No! Seriously, just fuck off!" But that set me over the edge and gave me the little extra push I needed to swing the door open and send him stumbling backwards into the house.
"As I was saying; look," I brushed off the little particles of dust that made their way onto my shirt as I stepped forward, "I'm not here to fight you, or hurt you." I looked around the room and saw the other two people I was hoping would be here. "Any of you."
I slammed my fist into the wall and literally roared. Fucking beast I am.
"Who the hell are they to say anything?!" I bashed my arm into the cement again. "After my own fucking blood spilled all the details to my fucking kids!" Again. "They think I'm to blame!" And again. "They think all of this is my own fucking fault!" And again. "That I wanted it all to fucking happen!" Until the wall finally crumbled.
"Its not your fault," she attempted to soothe me as she put her hand on my arm. I shook it off and put the wall back to its original state. "Look, sure, Emily may've done exactly what you told her not to, but it doesn't mean that it wasn't bound to happen at some point."
"Bound to happen?!" I quickly spun around and face her. "Exscuse me?! Who the hell are you to say it was 'bound to happen?'"
"Shannon, please--" She stopped talking once grabbed a chunk of cement out of the beat-up wall and tossed it across the room. It went through the wall opposite its original place, but instead of stopping it, I let it keep going. It was probably across the street now.
"No! Don't you try to fucking calm me down, Angela! You don't know what the fuck is gonna happen now! Now that EVERYTHING'S out in the open for the entire world to fucking see!" I balled up both of my fists tightly, slightly taking down my over-the-top rage. "I can't fucking do this anymore..." I shook my head and walked out of the long-ago abandoned building.
The last thing I expected was to be met with swarming photographers.
"You're kidding..." The oldest one sighed and covered his face with his rough hands. I sat down next to him on the couch and sighed along with him. Who said I coudln't act?
"I wish I was..." All three of them were a mix between depressed and pissed, which seemed to be a popular combo lately. "I'm sorry."
"No; at least we know it really wasn't your fault." Shawn slammed his fists down on the coffee table. "I just can't believe she'd put you under mind-control to get rid of us so mom wouldn't tell us she was actually alive..."
"Its so simple, yet complicated at the same time." For the first time since I met him, the boy actually said a full sentence. Who knew Ryan Levy could speak?
"It doesn't sound like her. Even though she might've lied to all of us about being dead, I still don't think she'd try to kill us," Alex expressed her thoughts as she walked over to her brothers. Fuck, for someone who looks like a sexy penthouse chick or somethin', this girl actually has someting goin' on up there.
"Are you serious?!" Shawn asked over-dramatically and started laughing. "I wouldn't put ANYTHING past her anymore. She friggin' left us all behind without giving a shit enough to look back, so why the fuck wouldn't she do it Alex?" She didn't respond. "Exactly!"
I interuppted the brown-haired boy before he got the chance to really get riled up, "Even though you guys may not be so fond of me, I still don't want to see any of you get hurt, and from what I know, that's exactly what's gonna happen."
Ryan turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. For the one that was supposebly the calmest, he looked pretty fucking intimidating right now. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that we need to stick together." I let the fake tears well up in my eyes. "We're part of the only hope humanity has left."