A/N: Thank you to the reviewers, and all of the people who put this story on story alert and things like that. This is my first fic on here, and I just appreciate the feedback, so thanks. Also, I apologize for the mistakes in the first chapter, and possibly the ones in this. I'm trying to proof-read better, but I don't have a lot of time too. And I'm also sorry for posting this and then taking it down right away. I had some difficulties at first, but all is good now. Anyway, here's chapter two. Enjoy. :)

Chapter Two: Hands Down

After Glen left, I was really about to take a shower, but then my cell phone rang. I pulled it out and the caller ID said, "Samantha Bradley".

Shit, I thought. I was supposed to call her when I got to LA. She was probably so worried.

"Hello?"

"Spencer? Spencer are you okay?"

"Yeah, Sam. I'm fine, I-"

"Oh, thank God. I thought something happened to you, or something happened to the train, and-" Her voice got very soft. "Why didn't you call me, babe?"

That's my girlfriend for you. Even though she's been sitting at our apartment for God knows how long waiting for me to call her, she still is perfectly polite and loving to me.

"Well, when I got here, Glen and I started talking, and I just completely forgot. I'm sorry, Sammy." Even though I knew she wasn't mad at me(because she never was), I still called her by her nickname, because she loved to hear me say it.

"It's okay, Spence," I could tell she was smiling. "So how is it so far?"

"It's good. Glen's having a party tonight though,"

She laughed. "Your brother would have a party on a Wednesday night."

"Yeah… and all of his idiot friends are coming,"

"Wait, his friends as in two of your exes?"

"Uh, yeah, Aiden and Ashley. You know you have nothing to worry about, Sam."

"I could care less about Aiden or whatever, Spence. It's this Ashley girl who you were so close with…"

"Ashley and I were together for like, three weeks, and she wasn't even committed to me. You know that. You just have to trust me."

"Of course I trust you. I trust you with everything in me. It's her I don't trust."

I felt my heart swell for this girl. Sometimes I just couldn't handle the things she said to me.

"Sam, like I said, you have nothing to worry about. I promise, okay?"

"Okay, Spencer."

"I got to get in the shower now, but I'll call you before I go to bed tonight, k?"

"Okay. I love you,"

"I love you too. Bye."

"Bye."

A couple hours later, after my shower, I wandered down the stairs, hearing the one voice that I had tried to forget for the past five years. She was talking to Aiden and Glen about something, or someone actually. I stopped on the stairs before they could see me, to snoop a little. Don't judge, okay?

"…She's just getting really clingy, you guys. I mean, I like her, a lot, but god," Ashley was saying. "Does she need to call me every two point five seconds to know where I'm at? We're not even together for Christ sakes!"

"Oh come on, Ash," That was Aiden talking. "She doesn't call you every two point five seconds, it's more like three." He laughed along with the other two. "But, seriously though, this is your fault, you know that right? You get involved with these girls who want a relationship, when you clearly don't."

" I really do like her though…" It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than Aiden and Glen.

"She's not coming tonight is she?" Glen asked. Ashley must have said shook her head, because Glen continued. "Good. Because you don't need her around when there is going to be all these fucking hot girls here tonight!"

I rolled my eyes. What a loser, I thought.

"Speaking of fucking hot girls," Ashley again. "Where's your sister at?"

My jaw dropped. I was flattered, honestly. Is that bad?

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be talking about her like that. One, she's my sister. And two, she's got a girlfriend."

"Really? Damn,"

Okay, I couldn't hear any more of this. I continued my descent down the stairs, rather loudly, and made my way into the living room.

As soon as Ashley's face saw me, it lit up, and I was flattered another time. Again, is that bad?

"Hey Spencer, you remember, Aiden and Ashley?" Glen said.

"Yeah of course," I smiled as I hugged Aiden first, then I looked at Ashley, because she was staring at me.

"Hi, Spencer," She smiled, and I really want to say that I didn't feel anything from it, but… how can I not? I mean, I was in love with this girl.

"Hey, Ash," I said shyly.

She moved to hug me, and I thought, why the hell not? When we hugged, it was longer than we should have, but no one was objecting.

After we pulled apart, she held onto my arms for a little, then let go with a small sigh.

"It's good to see you," She said.

"You too."

When the party finally started, it was, to put it in simpler terms, a hot mess. Most of the girls there, just threw themselves over Aiden, Ashley, and Glen, and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes numerous times.

At one point, Ashley walked into the kitchen where I was currently hiding out.

"Hey, why're you hiding in here?" She asked, and I was surprised that she wasn't slurring her words, and stumbling all over the place. I had seen her throw quite a few back tonight. She must be able to hold her liquor well.

I shrugged. "This whole party," I waved my hands around. "It's not really my thing."

She nodded. "So…" She moved closer to where I was standing and stared into my eyes. "How've you been, Spence?"

Her eyes were so intense. Why was she looking at me like that? "Um… well, I've been… good."

"That's good."

"Yeah, it is." We continued to stare at each other until she looked away.

"I wanted to call you… but," She just stopped talking.

"But what?"

"I figured you didn't want to talk to me."

Got that right, I though. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know… we just, kind of, left things on bad terms you know?"

I sighed. Oh know. Word vomit. "You mean, you treated our relationship as a joke, and I had to end it because of that?" Oh. My. God. Why did I just say that?

Her eyebrows rose. "Woah. Are we really going there right now?"

"No, I just-" I stopped talking. Why was I explaining myself to this girl? "I can't do this, Ashley." I started to walk away, but she grabbed my arm.

"Spencer,"

"Don't," I stared straight into her eyes. "Just, don't okay? I didn't come here to see you, or to get excuses from you. I'm here for my brother, and that's it."

She let go, and as I walked away from her, I felt like I was in high school all over again. All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed in San Francisco, and forget this girl ever existed. But, I had been trying to do that for five years, and it still wasn't working.