: Yes, my name is taken from the Ingrid Michaelson song. When I was making my account it was playing off my iPod so I decided to make the lyric my name lol.

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Chapter Six: Pieces

"Will you just tell me what's wrong? Please." I stared at the back of her head. She wasn't moving from her position from across the room. So I did. I walked to her, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Robin?" She still didn't move.

"Please just talk to me." I begged.

"I think we should stop seeing each other, Spencer."

I snatched my hand off her shoulder, like it had burned me.

"What?" I whispered.

She finally turned around. I had never seen her bright green eyes so cold and lifeless before.

"You heard me."

"But, why? Robin… I love you."

She shook her head. "I don't love you. I thought I did, but… I don't." She walked out after saying that. Walked right out of my life, just like that.

I couldn't do anything except stand there, broken.

A couple minutes later, I called Ashley. I didn't know what else to do.

"Are you okay?"

"No… I'm really not." I let out a large sob that I was trying to hold in.

"I'm on my way."

The next day, when I talked to Sam, we got into another fight. This time it was bigger. I said something about Ashley and she got very pissed, which in turn, got me pissed.

I hung up on her.

Never, have I ever gotten so mad at her, that I've hung up on her or stopped talking to her.

Sam and I don't fight. We just don't. And it scares me that now, of all times, we have started.

I tried calling Chelsea, but she didn't pick up. So, here I am, crying, in my bed, alone.

Sam hasn't even tried to call be back.

My phone rang. Hoping it was Sam, I grabbed it and immediately answered, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hey." It was Ashley.

I sighed. Not that I wasn't happy at all to talk to her, because I really was, but I didn't want Sam to be mad at me anymore, or vice versa.

"You okay?"

Do I tell her I'm upset? Maybe she'll come over, like she used too.

"No… not really."

"I'm on my way."

After we had talked, I felt so much better. She didn't pry when I told her I had gotten into it with Sam. Another thing that made her such a good person. She was just there for me. That was all I needed at the moment.

We were lying on my bed. Both turned on our sides, facing each other.

"Can I ask you something, Spence?"

"Of course."

"Do you think that… do you think that we would have lasted? You know, if I hadn't been a tool," She chuckled.

I closed my eyes. I really didn't want to answer this. "Honestly? No, probably not…"

She didn't look hurt, or upset. She just looked calm. "Why?"

"Well, I mean, even if you hadn't messed things up, I think one of us would have sooner or later. We were young, and naïve. I like to think that's why Robin and I didn't make it."

"But what you and I had was real. With Robin, it was just two kids thinking they were in love. I really did love you."

I looked away from her eyes, because they were just too intense for me to stare at right now. Hearing her say these words, saying them so close to me, was making my heart race incredibly fast.

"Spence, will you look at me, please?" No. Please no. I can't do this. I really can't.

I looked at her.

"I still lo-" She was cut off by my cell phone. Thank the Lord once again.

"I should, uh, get that," I rolled over, grabbed it off the night stand and looked and the caller ID.

It was Sam. I answered.

"Spencer? I'm so, so, so, sorry. I didn't mean make you mad, I really didn't. I just-"

"Sam. Its fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay, I have to get back to work now. But, I love you. More than anything, Spencer."

I smiled faintly, while my heart started to break a little.

"I love you too." I said quietly, hoping Ashley didn't hear.

After, I hung up, and turned back around.

She was nowhere in sight.

I went downstairs to find her, but Glen said she had left, not saying anything. He asked if I knew what was wrong with her. I said I didn't know.

I sat down on the couch with him, and tried to get into the football game he was watching. I was having no such luck.

All I could think about was Ashley. The night she kissed me for the first time just kept replaying in my head over and over again, and it was getting harder for me to get my heart to stop aching when I thought about it. I knew what she had wanted to tell me, both times. I couldn't accept it though. Sam popped up in my mind a couple times, and that made my heart hurt even more because of the way I was hurting her.

I got a text a couple minutes later. It was from Chelsea.

Hey, are you and Sam okay? She called me crying, then you called me at the same time. Sorry I didn't answer. She didn't really tell me what happened, just said that you were really angry with her. She sounded so upset, Spence. I had to go to work though, so I had to hang up with her.

Cue my heart breaking some more. Sighing, I texted back.

Yeah, we're okay now, I guess. We've kind of been fighting since I got to LA. Call me when you're off work, I'll tell you all about it.

I got a reply in less than a minute.

Okay, I will. But, can you at least tell me what the fighting has been about? You two don't normally fight.

Me: I know, we don't. I'll just say one word: Ashley.

Chelsea: Oh God. Okay, I'll call you in a little.

When she called me back about an hour later, I quickly went outside on the porch to take the call. I didn't need Glen listening in on my conversation.

"Hey, Chels."

"Okay, tell me everything."

"Dang, can't even get a 'Hi'?"

"Hi. Now start talking."

"All right, all right. Well, basically…" I sat there and told her most of what happened. From Ashley telling me about how our relationship really was in high school, her and I becoming friends again, to my fighting with Sam.

"Wow. Okay, I have to ask this one question first: do you still love Ashley?"

I almost dropped my cell phone. What?

"What?"

She sighed. "You heard me."

"I-I-I-I… No… I… I don't. I don't, Chelsea."

"Spencer. Come on."

"I don't! I mean, I don't think I do… No, no. I don't, I love Sam." I said firmly, well as firm as I could get at that moment.

"Let me ask this then. Do you still have any… lingering feelings for her?"

Now that I didn't exactly know. "Not that I can tell, Chels. I mean, of course, I still think she's attractive. She's beautiful, always has been. And she's nice, and funny, and smart, and… just, very adorable sometimes, but that doesn't mean I still like her…"

"Sounds to me like you still like her, love her even."

"What makes you think that?" I sighed.

"Well, for one, you just described her in a way one would describe their significant other. Two, you defended her, her being a girl you haven't really been friends with in five years, to your girlfriend. And three… well, just the fact that you forgave her is a big thing."

"Forgave her? What do you mean?"

"Spence, the girl was horrible to you. She treated you like shit when you were together, and acted as if your relationship was a joke."

"But… she did that on purpose. She did it because she cared about me."

"I get that, I really do. But that was a pretty terrible way of showing it."

She was right. She was completely and totally right, and I hated it.

"Look, Spence. Its normal for you to still have some old feelings for your first real love. But, this doesn't sound like the case here. It sounds like more to me."

"I love Sam, Chelsea."

"I know you do…" She sighed. "I think you need to do some thinking."

Once again, she was right. We hung up, and I decided to sit on the porch for awhile.

I heard a car pull up, so I looked up from my hands, and saw the last person I wanted to see in Ashley's car.

She and Lauren looked they were fighting, and they obviously didn't see me. I could see Ashley rolling her eyes as Lauren continued to bitch away about something. Finally, Ashley lent over and kissed her on the lips to get her to shut up, I'm assuming. It worked, because there they were, full on making out in front of Glen's house, with me watching.

Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach, and I knew exactly why.