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Chapter Ten: Everything Changes

The next couple days were a blur. Spencer tried to call me and talk a few times, but I blew her off each time. I was "working" a lot and I guess I just didn't want to talk to her. It was too hard.

I had a feeling that if we talked, I would end being very hurt, and I didn't want that. Not yet at least.

My heart being broken was inevitable, I already knew that. The more I thought about Spencer and Sam, there more I was convinced that Spencer I just weren't meant to be.

I hadn't been out with Aiden and Glen or any of my other friends in awhile, and surprisingly, I didn't really care. I never thought that I would stop partying, but it all seemed to not really matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

Nothing except her.

On Saturday night, a talk with Kyla changed my mind set a little bit.

"Ashley Marie, it is a Saturday night, why are here on our couch eating bon bons?" Kyla stood in front of the TV with her hands on her hips.

I sighed. "I'm not eating bon bons, you asshole. I'm eating trail mix."

"Okay… why aren't you out though? Come to think of it, why haven't you been out at all this past week?"

I shrugged. "No reason."

"Bullshit. It's Spencer right? Have you talked to her at all?"

I looked down at my bowl of trail mix. "No…" I mumbled.

"Ash, come on," She sat down next to me on the couch. "You need to talk to her."

"I can't, Kyla."

"And why can't you?"

"Because I-I-" I sighed and closed my eyes, to fight back the tears. "If I talk to her, my heart is just going to get broken."

"You don't know that."

"No, I do," I set my bowl down on the coffee table, and looked at my sister. "I know exactly she'll say to me if we talked. 'I love you, Ash. I really do, but I can't be with you. I love my girlfriend, and you and I just wouldn't work out. You've hurt me too much in the past.'"

Kyla sighed. "Look, maybe she will say that. Or maybe she won't. Maybe… you'll talk to her and she tells you that she's moving back to LA. And that she's breaking up with that Sam bitch for you. And that… she loves you. More than anything. Now, if you don't talk to her, Ash, she's just going to go back to San Fran and move on with her life without you. And you're going to be here, wondering what could have been."

The next day was Sunday, and as I made my way to Glen's house I almost chickened out. Almost.

Maybe I should have called Spencer first to make sure Sam wasn't going to be around. There was no way we could talk if she was there.

When I pulled up I noticed that Glen's car was not in the driveway. Good, he won't be a distraction then.

I grabbed the spare key from under a dead flower pot on the porch and let myself in. There was no one in sight.

I went upstairs and heard some low music coming from the guest room Spencer had been staying in. As I opened the door, I tried not to think of the things that probably went on in here since Sam's arrival.

Spencer was standing next to the bed, folding, and setting clothes into a suitcase. Oh shit.

"Spence?"

I watched her shoulders rise and fall. "What are you doing here?" She didn't turn around.

"I…" I walked closer and stood next to her. I touched her suitcase. "Why are you packing right now?"

She didn't look at me. She just stared at the shirt she was still holding. "Because Sam and I are leaving tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" No, please, no. I thought I had more time than that. "No, you're supposed to be leaving on Wednesday."

"We're leaving tomorrow, Ashley."

"Why?"

"I told Sam I wanted to go home, so we're going."

"And you we're just going leave, without telling me."

She threw the shirt down into her suitcase, and turned to me. "Well, maybe if you would answer the fucking phone then we-"

"Spencer," I grabbed her arms. "Stop. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I've been MIA the past couple of days, but I'm here now, all right? I'm here."

She didn't say anything, so I continued. "I love you. And… I don't want you to leave. Stay here, okay? Stay here, and be with me."

"Ash…" She whispered. "I've been wanting to hear that from you for awhile…"

"Okay, well, there I said it. You heard it."

She closed her eyes, and single tear ran down her perfect cheek. I couldn't bear to see it so I wiped it away with my thumb.

"It's too late."

"What? What do you mean it's too late?"

"I told you. Sam and I leaving. We're going back to San Francisco."

"No," I shook my head. "No you're not."

"I am," She nodded and moved away from me. "After you left the night Sam got here, all I wanted was for her to leave and for you to come back to me. I wanted to tell you that I wanted to be with you, and not her. But it wasn't the right time, so… I just figured I would tell you the next day. I called you, and you didn't answer… I called you so many times, and you didn't answer," She shook her head. "I thought you didn't care anymore, so I stopped. And now here you are, and it's too late. It's too fucking late, Ashley." She looked up at me, tears everywhere on her face, blue eyes piercing mine.

"It's not, Spencer. It's not!" I was pretty sure my face was the same as hers, tears all over.

"It is. You gave me time to think. I can't move back here. I can't just up and leave San Francisco for good. I have a job, I have friends, and I have a life there."

"You could have a life here, Spence. A life with me."

She shook her head. "I can't hurt Sam like that. I just can't."

"But you can hurt me."

"I'm sorry, Ashley." She whispered.

And with that, with those final whispered words, Spencer Carlin broke my heart, just like I had broken hers five years before.