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Ashley's POV

We're causing some serious commotion in the club. As everyone is yelling at everyone else, one of the bouncers comes over and asks us all to step outside and says to "handle your shit." I'm kinda bummed because I wanted to keep dancing with Spencer. Jesus Christ she is so sexy. I'm trying to help my friends but all I'm focusing on is her.

She's all mad at Aiden and her angry tone and rash arm movements are turning me on. On like a light. A very flustered, hot and bothered light.

The seven of us, Kyla, Glen, Aiden Court, Chelsea, Spencer, and I, step outside into the slightly chilly L.A. night and I'm wishing I brought some kind of sweater or jacket. My thin top is letting the breeze go right through me.

"What the fuck Glen, you have no right to yell at me! We. Are. Not. Together." Kyla says rather loudly. And her voice is rough, not high-pitched like normal. Her voice gets louder after every word.

"Jesus Kyla, don't be such a bitch to him." Aiden glares at her.

She snaps her neck around at him and looks like she might strangle him. Her eyes are opened wide and angry. "Look who's talking! Hypocrite."

"What do you want Kyla," Glen is saying as I lean against the brick wall listening to all this bullshit, "You wanna be with me or not? I am not being your fucking booty call anymore."

Aiden turns away from Kyla to look at Court, who has been quiet since we got outside. "Court look, we never said we were together, alright? It's no big-"

He is cut off by Court, whose face is furious but his words come out impossibly even and smooth. It's kind of scary and intimidating. "What, no big deal? Don't treat my like a child Aiden. I know we're not together. If we're not, then don't keep leaving me notes in my locker to meet you somewhere, sending me text messages, calling me. I am not going to be your little experimental boyfriend."

I am stunned. I had no idea Aiden was leaving him notes and all those things. Apparently, no one was supposed to know because Aiden visibly tenses and his face once again goes ghostly pale.

I hate all this drama crap. I want to help my friends but I really don't think me standing here will help anyone. And it's not my business to get into anyway. Everyone is too involved in arguing.

I look over at where Spencer and Chelsea are standing. They're talking to Kyla and I don't see Glen. He must have stomped away. My eyes linger on Spencer and an insane feeling of content-ness comes over me. I am so happy we aren't fucked up like this. I feel better with her than I ever have, ever. I think she makes me sane. And the way the moon is glowing down on her, making her gorgeous blonde hair shine and her face sparkle, makes me want to go over and tell her I love her and kiss her.

Court and Aiden are still bickering. I see tears in Court's eyes and Aiden is looking hopeless and lost. I move from the wall and go over to Spencer, wrap my arms around her waist from behind and rest my face on her shoulder. I feel her jump a little in surprise but then relax into my embrace.

"Maybe we should just go." Chelsea says lightly. Kyla doesn't say anything, for once in her life. And Spencer nods. "Okay, let me go tell the boys." She gives me a slight smile and goes over to Aiden and Court, who are still arguing.

Spencer turns around in my grip and wraps her arms around my neck, nuzzling her face in the crook of it.

"Can you come over?" I whisper to her as I rub her back softly. Her body is keeping me incredibly warm. And I am loving it. Like I am loving her.

"Yeah." Spencer says lightly into my neck. Then she kisses it gently. It's not lustful and it's not anything deep. It's soft. And it's comforting. And it's amazing. So wonderfully simple.

Chelsea makes her way back to us. "You're good to drive, Ash?" She asks me.

I nod. "I'm fine. All that shit definitely sobered me up quick. Let's get the hell out of here."

"Could I grab a ride?" Court asks as he walks up to us, Aiden gone.

I look over his shoulder and around the empty parking lot, wondering where he went. "Of course." I tell him.

I really just want to go home, I think to myself.

Finally, finally, finally, after driving Chelsea and Court home, me, Spencer, and Kyla get to my house.

"Thanks Ashley." Kyla says in a very, very tired and sore voice as she goes into the kitchen. I look at her, kind of worried. Maybe I should go talk to her or something. Or maybe she just wants space.

"I'm gunna talk to her for a second." Spencer says to me as she kisses my cheek. "I'll be right up."

I smile at her and nod. I head up the stairs into my room, trying to get all the drama out of my head. I would love to not care, but I do. I wish Kyla wouldn't be so mean to Glen. I wish Glen would stop being a baby and just let her go. I wish Aiden would grow a pair and admit he wants to be with Court. I wish Court wasn't being hurt by Aiden, he's a good guy.

I sigh to myself as I change into a t-shirt and sweatpants. My head hurts from the combination of stress and alcohol. I get out some clothes for Spencer for when she gets upstairs.

Stopping at my dresser, I look at myself in the mirror. The girl staring back has tired eyes but surprisingly, a smile on her face. I raise my eyebrow at her. She does the same. You love her, the girl is saying with her eyes. "I know." I say back to her. Tell her then, she says as she turns away.

I sit on the edge of my bed waiting for Spencer. After a little while, the door cracks open and she slides through.

"Sorry." Spencer says, her face all scrunched up "That was like, the first time in my friendship with your sister that I had to pull things out of her."

I chuckle as Spencer changes into the clothes I laid out for her. I gave her shorts because I like her legs. Selfish, yes, but you would do the same. My eyes stay on her the whole time and I feel them getting heavy with desire.

Spencer walks towards me and threads her fingers through my hair. It's an amazingly soothing gesture and I think I purr like a kitten. I know I do by Spencer's eyes when I open my own and look up at her. Her shiny blue ones are looking at me intently and she has a lazy smile on her face. I put my hands on her waist and pull her towards me.

"Is she okay?" I ask, because I guess I care about my sister a little bit.

"She's not the best. I think she really does like Glen, but you know Kyla, she doesn't really let herself get attached." Spencer shrugs and glances back at me and I know we're both completing that sentence in our heads. Just like her sister.

But that's no longer true and I have to make it clear. I'm so attached to Spencer it scares me and fulfills me at the same time.

"I'm glad we don't have all that drama bullshit. I'm glad you're you." I tell her sincerely as she keeps running her fingers through my hair. She is very close to me now and I am exceedingly aware of this. My body can feel it as can my senses. All of them.

Because I see her adorable face in front of me with its red lips and sparkly blue eyes. I hear the sound of my heart beating fast when she is just near me. I can smell her, all citrus-y and sweet at the same time. Her lips are so close to mine I can practically taste them on me and my mouth even waters a little bit at the thought. And I feel her incredibly soft skin under my fingertips as I gently rub her sides up and down.

"I'm glad you're you too." She smiles at me. "I'm mad at Aiden for being a douchebag to Court.'

I nod. "Me too. He looked so sad." Spencer is still standing when I pull her into me to hug her. Again, I am warmed by her body and the way her face is against my cheek. "I'm so happy I have you, you have no idea." I tell her quietly.

"Me too." She says sleepily into me.

"I'm not, I'm not, you know, your experiment, am I?" I ask her nervously. I know it was a stupid question. I know I shouldn't have asked, but I had to. I can't feel this strongly about her and just have it be nothing. I know that's not true, though. It's just I've never felt like this, I have no experience in loving someone so completely, so fully.

With this question, Spencer takes her cheek from mine and puts her face close to mine, eyes wandering around my face and then resting on my eyes. All I see in those eyes are love. And that's all I need. "Ashley." She says evenly. And I know by her voice that she thinks my question is just as stupid and untrue as I thought it was. I smile at her.

"Don't even say that. You're- everything." She says quietly.

My heart jumps around my chest at her words and how she said "everything."

"I know, so are you. I just, you know, it's just-" I pause, looking for lost words. I find them buried in the back of my throat. "It's just that, I love you, Spencer."

She smiles wide at me. "Ash, I love you too."

But that's not how I meant it. "No, I mean," I start, my eyes looking in hers as she looks confused, "I mean like, I know we love each other. I've always known that. What I meant to say is that- I'm in love with you. Like, insanely." My words come out rushed, forcing their way out of a mouth that had been wanting to say them forever.

Spencer just stands in front of me and keeps looking at me. Her eyes are wide and I am nervous. She still doesn't say anything.

"Spence, I'm pissing my pants here, please say something, it doesn't even matter what you say, anything would be f-" I mumble nervously but she shuts me up with her lips on mine. I kiss her back, my hands rubbing her stomach under the t-shirt she is wearing. She pulls away and kisses my forehead before bringing her eyes back to me.

She grins goofily at me. "I'm incredibly in love with you too, Ashley. Exactly the same way you are."

"You are?" I ask as my smile widens. I pull her on top of me so she's basically straddling me.

Spencer nods at me. "I am. If not more." She smiles slyly at me.

I grab her face to me and say "Impossible" before I kiss her with a shit-load of passion.

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When I wake up I immediately feel Spencer's warm body against mine. She is basically on top of me, snoring slightly and I am aware of three different things all at once.

One. I told her I was in love with her last night. In love. And she said it back.

Two. I have no shirt on. No anything on except my sweatpants.

Three. Spencer only has shorts on. That's it.

Spencer's naked chest is against mine and I cannot control the groan that comes out of me when I feel and realize this nice little situation we have here. My whole body is on fire, and in a good way. A very good way. I look around my room, squinting when I catch some of the morning sunlight drifting in through the windows. Our tops are strewn about from a fit of passion; mine is hanging off a lamp and Spencer's is draped over my computer. I laugh lightly, remembering when Spencer threw my shirt on the lamp and mumbled into my mouth "It's broken anyway."

I guess my slight movements seemed to have stirred Spencer from her zombie-like state. I smile when I see her eyes fluttering as she yawns sleepily on top of me. It's way too cute for words.

I kiss her forehead. "Good morning cutie-pie."

"Mmmm, morning." Spencer answers, looking at me now. Her face goes red with blush at our state and then she smiles. "I love waking up with you under me."

I groan loudly at her words. "Uuuuh, Spencer, Jesus." I laugh. It's early, but it's not too early to be turned on. With Spencer, it is never too early to be turned on.

I turn my head to kiss her while my hands rub up and down on her exposed back. My tongue can't help but lick her lip and when I do, Spencer moans into my mouth, making me tingle and ache. I try to flip us over so that I am on top of her but Spencer stops me with her hand, pushing my shoulder down. I groan at her force as she gently bites my earlobe.

This sweet morning is quickly turning hot.

I feel Spencer's hands trailing down from my shoulders, over my chest, and onto my hip bones, dangerously close to my center. She starts to massage my hip bones under my sweatpants lightly. I think I might die.

"Fuck." I moan as quietly as I can and arch just a bit into her. Spencer pushes my body down as she slips her leg more snuggly in between mine.

"Oh, my God, Spencer." I pant out as she keeps moving her leg slowly. I kiss her hard, feeling like it is totally possible that I will die from this teasing. It feels so good it must be able to assassinate me with ecstasy.

One of my hands travels to her chest as the other goes to the back of her neck, pulling her for even more contact, if that is at all possible.

"Ash." Spencer moans in a low growl my name and it does things to me I cannot even begin to explain.

I guess my massaging hand spurs her own hand because all of a sudden I feel her hand in my sweatpants and her enter me slowly. "Jesus fucking Christ." I moan into her mouth as I start to move with her hand.

I was always surprised at how just her simple touch can make me go wild, and I was surprised at how perfect she feels. Like we are so ridiculously connected it's- ridiculous. That is kind of how I felt last night, but that time, I wasn't surprised at all. I knew she made me go crazy, and I knew she felt perfect. I had been with other girls before and it was good, yeah. But I never had that love for them, that complete need and devotion for and to someone. But I have that with Spencer. I have that insane love.

And that made all the difference in the world.

After our very intense morning, Spencer and I decided to go get breakfast. Spencer is the only person that could get me out of bed on a Sunday morning.

"Can I have that?" Spencer asks me as I flip through the newspaper that someone left in the booth we are sitting at in the diner. I'm sipping my coffee steadily and Spencer is sitting right next to me. Neither of us had the will-power to sit across from each other and not touch.

Not touch? Yeah, right.

"The science section? Spence." I say as I try not to laugh.

"Shut up Ashley. Please?" She looks at me with wide, smiling eyes. Eyes I could never deny.

"Fine, here, dork." I chuckle at her.

I can't stop looking at her. I watch her lick her finger lightly and turn the page. I watch her take a sip of her tea. I can't stop my eyes from roaming her body, remembering how spectacular it felt under me and on top of me. All over me. My eyes are steady on the side of her face as I drink my coffee.

"What's up creeper, why are you staring at me like that?" Spencer says without looking at me. She laughs lightly as she says it.

"I love your face." I simply state.

Spencer turns to me now, her eyes meet mine, rake down my figure and then meet back. One side of her mouth curls into a smile and then she goes back to reading. Her wordless action sends tingles through my body.

"Hey!" Says a voice as a very tired looking Chelsea sits down across from us.

"Hey Chels, what's up?" Spencer asks her, putting down the paper.

"Ugh, was that not like, the longest night of you life?" She says dramatically, while signaling the waitress to get her coffee.

Spencer glances at me and I know without looking she turns red. I just smirk. "Yeah." I answer.

Chelsea looks between the two of us. Taking in how we're sitting next to each other. Taking in Spencer's bright red cheeks. Taking in my smirk.

Then Chelsea smirks as well. "Right." She says, drawing out the second syllable. So it's like a Riiiiiiiight. "Anyway," She starts again, smiling, "Aiden called me after you guys dropped me off and I talked to him until like, five in the morning."

"How is he?" I ask her.

"Messed up. He has no idea what to do." Chelsea says, dipping her toast in the coffee. Weird.

"And I still don't." Aiden's gruff voice sounds like he hadn't slept all night. He slides in next to Chelsea and grabs a piece of her toast. "I'm a jerk."

Chelsea watches him eat her toast. "Yes, we know." She says angrily. "You have to apologize." She tells him softer now.

"Definitely." Spencer says.

"I know, I tried to call him, but he didn't answer. I'm sure he doesn't want to talk to me." Aiden rubs his eyes. "Why would he? I don't even want to talk to me."

"But you have to keep trying." Spencer says while she offers him a smile. I take her hand in mine under the table. Lacing them together over and over, because it's one of my favorite feelings. Her fingers brushing softy against mine.

"I guess. I don't even know what I'd say."

"You say," I start and take a sip of coffee, "that you're an asshole, first off." Aiden chuckles slightly. "And then," I continue, "you say you're sorry."

"And after that?" Chelsea says, looking at me, seemingly skeptical as to whether I'm being serious or not.

"I don't know. I guess the first thing would be to get the friendship back." I say evenly. Aiden looks at me, letting my words wash over him. His green eyes are glossy, and his mouth is frowning slightly.

"I really hope that's possible." He admits finally.

I know Aiden is being a total dick. I know he likes Court more than he ever thought he would. And I know he's scared of telling him, having it consume him. Because I know exactly what that feels like. And I'm aware of having that nervousness intrude your very being until you can no longer stand it. I know it's hard.

But most of all, I absolutely, certainly, and without a doubt, know that it's worth every second of it.