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Ashley's POV

I sit in my desk basically falling asleep.

I glance out of the corner of my eye to my right and see Spencer furiously scribbling in her notebook. I swear she writes down every single word that our teacher says. I laugh quietly to myself, knowing I will appreciate her studiousness later, and I would no doubt copy down those notes. She always let me. I'd be failing if it weren't for her.

She always made sure I did well in school, even though she knew I hated it. My heart swelled with love for the girl, the girl who wanted to make sure I did well. Who cared about me. Me.

And I knew she knew I gave that care back. How could I not?

Even when she was mad at me she let me copy her notes and sometimes cheat off of her.

"You blew me off!" Spencer yelled at me, loudly I might add.

I was supposed to go with her to the mall with her to pick out a dress for one of her mom's work parties. I had promised earlier in the week, I felt bad, I did. But it had just slipped my mind. Slipped my mind while I was drunkenly feeling up some girl I met at Slant the previous night.

"Spence, I'm sorry." I said as sweetly as I could muster, giving her my sorry face. The one I thought she couldn't resist. I guess she could this time.

"I don't care. You said you would come. You didn't." she said angrily. This was the first, and one of the few, times that I had seen her so pissed off. I knew I wasn't supposed to enjoy how sexy she looked all mad and puffing. I knew I wasn't supposed to notice her arms flinging wildly in the air while she yelled at me. And how cute it was.

I just could not help it.

"It slipped my mind." I said weakly, feeling truly bad now. I never wanted to make her angry. Especially upset.

"What were you doing?" Her voice asked venomously as my eyes found her white carpet of her room extremely fascinating.

"I-" I started but she quickly cut me off.

"You were fucking drunk."

My eyes immediately shot up to look into her angry ones. Spencer doesn't usually curse, and when she does, there is good reason for it. She saves those horrible words that should never come out of her sweet mouth for only the most serious situations.

I was fucked.

"I just, I, not that much, I.." I fumbled around stupidly for a response. "Yeah." I finally confessed, my brown eyes meeting her pissed off blue ones.

"I don't even wanna know what you were doing." She said dejectedly.

"I'm sorry Spencer, I'm really sor-" I pleaded with her but again, she cut me off. I guess she was sick of my shit.

"Just don't let it happen again Ash." She said as she walked towards me, her anger dissolving visibly with every step. And then her arms were around me, hugging me in a new way. She sighed. "I wish I could be mad at you." She proclaimed quietly, and I understood immediately.

Because I felt the same exact way.

She let me go and threw her notebook on the bed next to me. "Copy the notes, jerk. We have a quiz tomorrow."

I smiled lightly at her and it turned into a full grin when she laughed at me.

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That's when I knew. The second she hugged me that night, I knew she was just more than an ordinary friend to me. Anyone else, I wouldn't have given a shit about something so trivial as forgetting to go to the mall. Anyone else, I just would have said, "Get over it." But this wasn't anyone else. This was Spencer, and I knew then that I never wanted her to feel any kind of anger because of me. I decided a long time ago, that if I had to pin a moment, just one, it would be then that I had, against my better judgment, fallen so deeply in love with my best friend. Or at least realized it.

I start to doodle on an index card I find squished in my notebook. Meaningless lines turn into words, and soon enough I block everything, the teacher, the lesson, the students, out of my head.

It isn't much, really it's just the same words written over and over again. My name is called four times before I actually distinguish it.

"Ashley Davies!"

"Uh, yes?" I say to my teacher.

"Do you want to let the class know what is so extremely important and more interesting than my lecture?" He says with venom. He hates me.

I laugh out loud, louder than is necessary. "Not particularly."

He hates me with good reason. I am an ass.

He lets out a pained sound. "Go." He says and points to the door. He wants me to go to the office. I know the drill all too well.

"My pleasure." I spit and get up, leaving my stuff, not really caring at the moment. I look over to Spencer and she is wearing a small frown. She doesn't like when I get in trouble. I wink at her as I leave and this leaves a smile on her face. As long as she smiles, I don't care about much else.

After school, after spending the rest of it in the office arguing about my "crimes," all I want to do is go home and hang out with Spencer. All I want to do is just sit with her on my bed and watch a movie, with her all cuddled up to me keeping me warm.

All I really want to do is be with her.

She is waiting by my car when I walk into the parking lot, holding my bag and my leather jacket that I left in class.

"You just can't stop yourself, can you Ash?" She asks me, a slight furrow in her brow. But there is a trace of a smile on her lips.

"Thanks Spence." I motion for my stuff and plop it in the car as we get in.

"He has good reason to hate you, you know. You never listen." She tells me as the radio plays lightly in the background of the moving car.

I give her a devilish grin. "That's what you're for babe."

She punches my arm hard and I laugh out loud. Trying to focus on the road, and not how she knows she can't hurt me in the slightest. Not physically, at least. But her trying is adorable.

"My house?" I ask. Even though I am already parked outside of it.

"Apparently." She says with a smile and gets out of the car. I do too and walk towards the door. I don't hear her follow me, though.

"Ash?" I hear her voice in back of me. It is hesitant. Scared, almost.

I turn around to see her leaning against my car, looking at me under the brightness of the California sun. Her Chucks melting into the hot pavement. I walk back towards her, stopping so I am facing her.

"Come on. It's hot out here and I need me some air conditioning." I chuckle as I motion for us to go into the house.

She doesn't move, but keeps looking at me. Her hand takes something out of her back pocket of her faded jeans and she stretches it out across the few feet separating us to me.

The index card. My index card. I left it right on top of my notebook. She obviously saw it when she so sweetly got my stuff for me. After I was an ass.

I'm sweating lightly now, scared. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I don't know if I'm embarrassed. I don't know if there is something to be embarrassed about. I'm just nervous.

Without a word, I take it from her hand, her eyes still deeply burrowing into mine. Lighting me on fire. I glance at the card and start to say something when I do a double take and see that my own lonely, two word phrases, simply written over and over, are not the only words there. Under each one is Spencer's bubbly handwriting, squished into the spaces.

I Love

how you make me feel protected and safe

I Love

how you wipe my tears away with your thumb

I Love

how my head fits perfectly in your neck

I Love

the way you hug me like you never want to let go

I Love

how you make my heart beat fast

I Love

you more than you probably know

I am so shocked for a few minutes that I have no idea what to do with myself.

Those few minutes with us both being silent are the longest three minutes of my entire, up until now, pointless life.

"Spence?" I croak out hoarsely and take a step towards her. There is not much space between us now.

For the first time in a while her head dips down and she draws imaginary circles in the pavement with her sneakers. "I'm sorry..." She starts to explain quietly. "I just, it was there, and I couldn't leave it alone-"

She stops abruptly and looks back into my eyes when I bring my finger to gently push her chin upwards. I trace the outline of her chin and jaw with that finger and press my forehead to hers and I see her eye lids flutter. Open and close. But stay open.

And I do not hesitate when I kiss her softly.

Because this is an ultimate moment. This is my moment of bravery and I don't care what happens. Even though it's quite obvious that she seems to feel something like what I feel for her, I am still unsure and scared and terrified. Because nothing is certain. But I am sick of letting moments like these pass by and not doing anything with them. And I definitely had my moments.

Like when she admitted she liked girls.

Like when she told me that not even her devil mother could keep us apart.

Like when I slapped Madison because she dared to hurt my best friend.

Like when I told her I loved her more.

I'm sick of pretending that moments like this one don't mean something so much greater. Because they do. So I might not be ready, or confident.

But I see Spencer. And that is why I do not hesitate when I kiss her.

My heart pounds wildly out of my chest for the whole two and a half seconds that she does not react, thinking I've made some ridiculous mistake. But then my heart skips a beat when she does react. When her eyes close and she kisses me back softly, bringing her small hands to my shoulders to steady herself. And I put my hands on her waist to hold myself up just in case I pass out from everything coursing through me.

Desire. Safety. Want. Love.

I press myself further against her body, trapping her between me and my car as my hands softly rub her hips and hers slide up around my neck, pulling me closer to her. So our whole bodies are touching lengthwise.

I feel her soft lips constant against mine and I know I will never be able to go back to not having them there. I need to breathe for a small second, so I pull away a millimeter before going right back in, because I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I tried. I feel Spencer's tongue run along my bottom lip and I'm sure I moan quietly into her mouth, letting her in where she is so very wanted.

Where she has been wanted for a long time.

I suck on her muscle and she grunts slightly. And I am loving that I am the one person eliciting these sounds of pleasure from her.

When we finally separate, there are no words needed. No confessions of love, no need to comfort, no talks to ask, "What are we?" These things are not needed because they seem so trivial to what I feel, what I know we both feel. We don't have to say it because we simply know it. I know Spencer is mine.

Because I was hers so, so long ago.

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Ahhh I cannot contain my excitement at this chapter in! It was one of the first parts I ever wrote for the story. Let me know what your thoughts on "the moment" are haha.
And unxlabeled, I believe you said something about a smile? ;)
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