As promised, this chapter is longer than the last. Thank you for the reviews. I got five since I posted chapter four, and I'm glad to see people are still interested.

Here is chapter five. Props to you if you get the Jersey Shore reference. Enjoy. :)

Chapter Five: Terrified

The next couple of days were weird to say the least, well fun, but weird too. I spent most of my time with Glen(what I came here for, I keep telling myself), but where there's Glen, there is also Aiden and Ashley. And where there's Aiden, there's Glen and Ashley. And where there is Ashley, there is… yeah, Aiden and Glen.

So basically, I hung out with, what I liked to call them, The Three Musketeers. They really did spend every waking moment together. I mean, they were like this in high school, but I never thought it would be like this now.

I hate to say it, but it was like high school all over again. Ashley and I were friends, I was with my brother, and Aiden was, well… he was just there.

I found out from Ashley and Glen that Aiden was pretty much in love with Ashley's younger sister, Kyla. Sound familiar? They weren't together, and when I asked why, they both kind of avoided the question and then changed the subject. I didn't really understand, but I also didn't really care.

Ashley and I finally got a chance to be alone during the day on Saturday, when Aiden and Glen decided to "GLT." No, not GTL. GLT, which means Get Lots of Tacos. Yeah, just, don't ask.

We made some sandwiches for lunch, and just… talked. It felt so nice to just talk to her. It was so familiar. Like we hadn't not seen each other for the past five years. It was like we had picked up right where we left off.

We eventually got onto the subject of Lauren, and Ashley tried to change the subject many times. But I wasn't letting her.

"I just don't get it. What do you see in her?" I knew exactly what Ashley saw in Lauren, but I was curious to see how she explained it.

"Well… it's very complicated… you see, Lauren is… ahh, how do I put this…? Well, she's very unique."

I scrunched by eyebrows together in confusion. Unique? She seemed like every other skank-whore out there.

Ashley saw my confusion, and laughed. "Okay, so maybe unique isn't the best word to describe her, but she's just…"

"A bitch? A whore?"

Ashley laughed out loud, throwing her head back. I couldn't help but notice her very smooth looking neck… woah, Samantha. Sam. Sammy. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts.

"Yeah, she's a bitch. But she's not whore," She paused. "Well, not anymore."

"What is that mean?"

"It means that, before me, Lauren… got around. A lot. But she stopped."

"Why do you think that is?"

Ashley shrugged. "Because she's in love with me. She doesn't want anyone else. But, me on the other hand…"

I rolled my eyes. "So, you see other girls?"

She smirked. "Of course, Spencer. She does not tie me down. No girl does, you know that."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I mean, not even I could, right?"

She looked down at her hands. Whoops, looks like I hit a nerve.

Still staring at her hands, she answered, "Yeah, but with you it was different."

"How?" I asked softly.

"I told you… I didn't do those things because I didn't want you to tie me down, I did them so I wouldn't tie you down."

"Yeah, I know," I took a deep breath. "It's just… hard to comprehend sometimes, you know?"

She finally looked at me again. "I know."

For awhile, we stayed like that. Brown to blue. She was silently telling me something with her eyes, but I didn't want to hear anything she was trying to tell me. Or, I was too scared to hear it.

"I need to tell you something."

Oh God. Whatever she had to tell me, sounded very important. I couldn't handle this right now. Ashley and I were just starting to be good again. Why is she going to ruin it like this?

"Spencer, I still-"

"WHO WANTS TACOS?" Glen screamed, while the door flew open.

He and Aiden, very ungracefully, walked through the living room carrying two large bags of, what I assumed to be, a lot of tacos.

Ashley stood up to go chow down with Aiden and Glen, but I could tell she was not happy.

I heard her sigh as she opened a taco, and I secretly thanked the Lord for GLT.

I went upstairs, and decided to call my girlfriend, because for the past couple days it felt like I didn't really have one. Gosh, that sounds bad doesn't it? I really need to get my shit together.

"Hey babe!" I could tell she was smiling. She must be really happy that I'm calling.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked as I flopped down onto my bed.

"Good, I'm just sitting here at work."

"Oh, you're at work? Want me to call you back?" It was a Saturday afternoon, of course she was at work. She always worked Saturdays. I knew this, what's wrong with me?

"No, no. It's dead right now. Rob told me I could take my break early. What have you been up to today?"

"Nothing much. I've just been hanging out with, Glen, Aiden, and Ashley mostly. Today, Glen and Aiden, went to, 'GLT'."

"'GLT'? Don't you mean, 'GTL'?"

"No, G. L. T. It means Get Lots of Tacos... they're such idiots."

Sam was laughing, and it was nice to hear her laugh. Even though there was another brunette still in the back of my mind.

"So… you've been hanging out with Ashley a lot…?"

"Uh, yeah. Why? Is that a problem?"

"No, Spence, of course not. It's just, from the things I've heard about her from you, she doesn't seem like such a good person."

"Actually, Samantha, she's a great person. I'm glad her and I can be friends again." I was getting a little mad. Why? I didn't really know.

"Woah, why are you getting so defensive?"

"I'm not. You just don't know her, okay? And I shouldn't have let you get the assumption that she was a bad person. Because she's not."

"Okay, Spence. I get it. I guess I just didn't think you and her would be spending a lot of time together, that's all. Calm down, all right?"

"I am calm, Sam."

"Okay… um, I got to go now… call me tonight?"

"Yeah.

"I love you."

"Love you too, bye."

I shut my phone and threw it on my bed. I can't believe I just got mad at her like that. I'm the one who told her everything about Ashley, why wouldn't she think she's a bad person? I think I'm losing it.

When I came back downstairs a little while later, Aiden and Glen, still eating tacos, were watching some college football game. They were screaming pretty loud at the TV, and I wondered why I couldn't hear it from upstairs.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Glen.

"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Aiden.

"I LOVE TACOSSS! MMMM!" Glen. My brother is an idiot.

"Where's Ashley?" I asked.

"Porch, I think." Aiden answered, with a full mouth.

I went outside, and sure enough, there was Ashley, smoking. Gross.

"Ugh, you still smoke?" She was sitting on the steps, both arms draped across her knees. Her head was on her arms, as a cigarette was stuck between two of her fingers.

She lifted her head and looked at me. "Not as much as I used too," She said, then took a drag of her cancer stick.

"I used hate it." I said as I sat down next her on the steps. I moved over a little, to get away from the smoke.

She laughed.

"It can kill you."

She gasped, while putting a hand over her mouth in mock surprise. "Really? Oh my God, I didn't know that. I should put this out right now!"

I rolled my eyes. "You haven't changed at all, you know that?"

She pursed her lips. "Well, I don't entirely agree with that. I mean, I think I've changed a little…" She chuckled.

"No, not really."

"Yes, yes really."

"What's different about you then?" I raised my eyebrows in challenge.

She fell silent, thinking.

"Well?"

"Okay, maybe you're somewhat right. But, there are some differences. I would need more time to think though." She nodded.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes." She smirked. "So, I'll get back to you on that."

I shook my head, and laughed. We spent the next couple hours talking. She never brought up what she was planning to tell me earlier, and I was super glad that she didn't. It was kind of like it never happened. I hoped that she wouldn't try to tell me again anytime soon.