Helloooo! So, I tried something a little different within this chapter. Even though Aiden and Court aren't really my main priority (obviously), I still wanted to show what happened between them, mostly because I particularly like Court. Anyway, I hope you like it, I was more into trying out some writing techniques but I think the scene came out pretty well.
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Ashley's POV

"He said he's done." Aiden tells me as his eyes search mine for help.

I am quiet. I don't know what to say to the boy with a frown on his face, devastation in his eyes.

Third Person POV

The green-eyed boy looks around the little café, trying to spot the boy that he is meeting. It had been hard to get him to agree to come. Phone calls in double digits, text-messages alike. Voicemails. Aiden thought maybe, just maybe, Court would listen to what had been thinking and forgive him. Was it possible to take it all back? The boy with the circles under his eyes and unshaven face hoped so.

He looks out in front of him and sees the door to the café open, the sunlight hitting the person he had been waiting for in a beautiful beam. The boy he was trying to fix it with looked good, he looked really good. His dark jeans contrasted nicely with his light pink polo, bringing attention the nice color of his eyes and the lightness of his sun-streaked hair.

Aiden's thoughts float around his head. At the sight of the other boy, Aiden becomes nervous for different reasons. One, obviously because this is important. This confrontation will say all. But second, second is the reason he is in this mess in the first place. The jittery nervousness he feels whenever he sees Court walk through a door, or look at him from under his gorgeous blonde shaggy hair. The feeling he gets whenever they touch, some kind of weird electricity.

So this is what it's supposed to feel like, Aiden had thought every time he felt his heart pound in his chest as he kissed Court.

The boy in the pink polo comes over and sits down across from Aiden on a couch. Specifically not wanting to sit next to the green-eyed boy who had hurt him. Doing that would just make him lose his courage, his resolve. It would be harder to not touch, which would make doing what he was about to do impossible.

He looks like shit, Court thinks to himself as he has his eyes on everything but Aiden. For a second, he feels guilty at the happiness Aiden's crappy appearance brings to him. He deserves it, though.

Aiden decides to speak first, knowing Court will not. "Hey." He says lightly. Evenly, masking the nervousness that's coursing throughout his body.

"Hey." Court speaks back, not wanting to seem too eager to talk.

"How are you?" Aiden says quietly and then immediately wishes he didn't say that. The other boy looks at him, finally, his glare conveying a message that says Are you serious? "I'm sorry. Bad question." Aiden tries to fix his mistake.

Aiden tries hard to remember all the things he wants to say. He even wrote them all down on an index card. One he forgot to bring with him. But maybe that was for the better, he didn't want it to seem like a lecture or something. He's pissed that he is at a loss for words already and they haven't even started to really talk.

Court settles more comfortably into the soft couch, finding peace in Aiden's worrying eyes. With his hands on his lap, he looks up when he hears Aiden start to talk again.

"I'm really sorry Court." Aiden is saying, not making eye-contact. "I was such an asshole to you."

"Yeah, you were." Court says more meanly than he intends. Usually, as mad and angry as he can get, his voice never betrays him. Why is it different with him? Court thinks to himself, watching Aiden's foot bounce up and down.

"I know." The boy across from him says quietly. "I know, you so didn't deserve that. I just- I got nervous Court."

Court winces slightly at the mention of his own name.

"This is not something I ever expected to happen. Can't you understand how hard it is?" Aiden continues, meeting the grey-blue eyes across from him. Apparently, this is the wrong thing to say.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I know it's hard, Aiden." Court enunciates the other boy's name, giving him a dose of his own medicine.

"I thought you were going to give me time, you know, like we talked about. Time to figure it out." Aiden throws at him.

Court stares straight ahead. He knows he said that, but how long? How long would he have to wait for Aiden to come around? How long would it be before this kid sees what's going on and can accept it? Court understands it is difficult, of course he does. But how long is he supposed to wait before Aiden changes his mind, or closes up again, or hurts him? Court wonders how long, just how long would it take for his heart to get broken?

"I did give you time." Court says lightly now, his thoughts making him way too emotional. "And I was willing to wait, you knew that. But that didn't mean we were nothing and you know it. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt to see you just pick out some random girl to assert your straightness. Just tell me, Aiden, tell me just exactly how much time you were going to waste?"

Aiden visibly sees Court's demeanor change as he says the words he hates to hear. The boy across from him is no longer comfortable in the couch, he's tense and tapping his fingers on his knee. And Aiden takes his words with no armor. He knows Court is right.

"I'm sorry. I-" Aiden says again but is cut off by Court's voice, louder now.

"You said that already." Court informs him, voice even now. Emotions finally in check.

"I know. Look, I know you're right, you are. But I'm here right? I'm here because I don't want anymore time. I just want- I just want you now." Aiden's voice hesitates for such a short moment it might be hard to detect. But the quiver in his voice is all Court needs to hear to allow him to do what he needs to do. To protect his heart.

"It's too late, Aiden." Court says forcefully.

Aiden feels his eyes watering just a tiny bit. "But, this is different, I-"

"It's not really." Court interjects, stopping Aiden from making promises that might never be fulfilled. "How long will it be before you get freaked out and run again? I can't handle that, alright. I won't let myself be hurt by you more than I already am. So you can take more time, all the time you need to figure yourself out. But this time I won't be waiting." Court finishes what his brain told him to say but what his heart is aching painfully at. He stands up to leave and when he does Aiden does as well.

"Court, please."

"I'm sorry, Aiden." Court glances at Aiden's figure one more time.

"Can't, can't we be friends at least?" Aiden rushes out, thinking that maybe as long as he's talking and saying something Court will stay. He won't leave like Aiden himself did.

"I don't know about that." Court says slowly as he turns on his heel and walks out of the door to the café. He wipes the one tear from his eye as he walks into the L.A. sun, trying desperately to convince himself that what he just did was for the best.

Ashley's POV

I am so involved with thinking about what Aiden told me about his conversation with Court that I drive past Spencer's house. Twice.

Aiden looked like he was going to cry just talking about it. And I felt bad leaving him but for some reason, everything about what he told me made me have the urge to see Spencer. That's what a totally heart-breaking and fucked up situation will do to you sometimes. It'll make you feel the need to go be with someone you care so deeply about, because unlike Aiden not having Court, I do have Spencer.

Part of me even feels guilty about feeling that way and thinking of it in those terms. Maybe it's selfish. It might be. But I honestly don't give a shit.

God fucking dammit I think to myself as I park outside of Spencer's house. Paula's car is the only one in the driveway. That means Mr. C isn't home, not even Glen is home. I can't even stand the thought of Paula, every time I see her I want rip her throat out and feed it to some lions in the wild.

Ever since that fight I had with her at dinner that one time, Paula acts as if nothing happened. She treats me just as icy as usual. I'm thinking that Spencer probably told her to fuck off, obviously not literally, but in a sense. Spencer never talked about the fight she had with her mom after that, so I don't know what happened.

I'm just happy I'm allowed to go over.

The door opens slightly after I ring the doorbell and when I see Paula's stupid face, I remind myself that I don't want to go to Juvy for punching an adult.

Paula opens the door wider and looks me over with an evil glare. "Spencer's in the kitchen." Is all she says. And I don't say anything, I just nod.

I make my way to the kitchen, after Paula slammed the door after I came in and went upstairs.

I look over my shoulder to make sure she's not secretly hiding and watching me, before I put my hand on the small of Spencer's back. "Boo." I whisper.

I'm surprised when Spencer doesn't jump, she just turns around, looks quickly behind me, and pecks me softly on the lips.

"Did she harass you?' Spencer asks me as she puts something in the fridge.

I pause a minute, watching her bend over, and then compose myself, remembering I have to speak. "Uh, not really. She just said you were in the kitchen." I shrug and smile at Spencer. "I think she tried to slam the door on my foot or something though, Spence."

Spencer giggles at me. "Possible." She says.

I pull her closer to me by her waist, looking her up and down. I know that the stairs will make sounds if Paula decides to come down and grace us with her horrid presence, so I'm not hesitant in my actions.

"Any chance she'll go out?" I ask quietly. Then I connect my mouth to the softness that is Spencer's neck and begin to suck lightly.

I hear Spencer moan just a tiny bit and my hands move down to her ass.

"We should go upstairs, we're in the middle of the kitchen." Spencer says in a deep voice, one laced with lust. I know because my voice is exactly the same way.

"Don't you think it's better if we're not on the same floor as her?" I say quietly, putting my hands in her back pockets.

I take myself away from Spencer's neck to look at her. Her brow is furrowed and her chest is moving heavily up and down. It looks like she's trying to determine where the safest place for us to go is.

"I don't know, I-" Spencer starts but stops abruptly, turning her head towards the direction of the stairs. They're creaking, which means Paula's coming. Spencer pushes me off her forcefully.

Bad idea, her roughness just turns me on more.

"Hi mom." Spencer says cheerily when Paula walks in. I almost gag in the way she says it.

The thing that bothers me, more than Paula being a bitch, more that not being able to be alone with Spencer in her house, more than hiding us from Paula. The thing that really bothers me is how Spencer can bear to talk to the woman like it's okay. Sometimes, I just wish she'd be a little meaner, considering how much of a horrible person her mother has been to me in the past. It almost hurts my feelings, that Spencer can pretend her mom never said those awful things to me and about me.

I'm all for Spencer coming out to her mom about us. I just want to get it out. I want to be able to hug her in her house without her worrying that Paula might see.

I just want to hug my girlfriend.

But Spencer doesn't want to. She wants to wait. And I understand, but how long can this go on? It's getting harder and harder to control myself with Spencer. How can she expect me to not touch her all the time? How long does she expect me to take Paula's bullshit and not act like I'm totally in love with her? It's building up steadily and before long, something has to happen.

"Hi dear. What are you doing?" Paula asks Spencer without looking at her or me. She doesn't ask what we're doing. She doesn't ask "What are you two doing?" Just what Spencer is doing.

And Spencer notices, I can tell by the way she replies. "We're going to watch a movie. Right Ash?"

I look at her. "Right." I say evenly.

"Alright. I'm going out when your father gets home." Paula says, glancing at me once and then turning back to the refrigerator.

"Why don't you just go now?" Spencer asks her, the tiniest hint of annoyance in her voice.

Paula doesn't miss a beat. "Because I'm going out when your father gets home."

I see Spencer tense out of the corner of my eye. "Fine." She answers back, as she motions for me to follow her into the living room.

Spencer puts a movie in and comes to sit next to me on the couch. But not that close. I hear the steps being taken up the stairs slowly and then a door shuts. Thank God.

Spencer looks at me with apologetic eyes.

"I hate her." I hiss out.

Spencer moves closer to me and rubs her hand soothingly on my thigh under the blanket. "Ashley."

"Why are you so nice to her? She shows you no affection." I turn to say. There is some anger in my voice. I just don't get it.

"She's my mother." Spencer says evenly, her eyes penetrating mine.

"She ignores my presence altogether." I say, now with some distress in my voice. My voice cracks just a tiny bit as I speak.

Spencer brings her hand to cup my cheek and she leans in and kisses me softly, making all my anger melt away. Her soft lips leave mine feeling tingly and just from one kiss, I can feel my heart beat a little faster. She keeps her forehead pressed against mine and closes her eyes.

"Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? I mean, I don't care, but it can make a person feel kinda shitty." I say, trying not to sound too upset. I know Spencer gets upset all the time about Paula, and she doesn't need my burden on top of that.

Spencer sighs and opens her eyes, taking her face away from mine just a bit. "What, that my own mother doesn't realize how happy I am, or care about how completely in love I am with my girlfriend?" She says slowly and quietly. She doesn't say it in a mean way. She honestly, truly asks me. She tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, brushing my cheek lightly before she continues. "Yeah, I know how that feels."

She puts her head on my shoulder and I rub her hand softly in mine. I don't say anything else because I can't have this conversation anymore. Not now, at least.

"I wonder how Paula would feel if she knew I was making her little angel all hot and sweaty, when I'm fu-" I am cut off by Spencer covering my mouth.

"Ashley!" She hisses loudly at me. Her eyes dart to the ceiling, motioning to the fact that Paula is right upstairs.

"What? When I'm funny. Geez, get your head out of the gutter Spencer." I smirk at her as I talk.

Spencer raises her eyebrow at me. "Right." She says.

"So can I be funny with you?" I ask her, smiling.

I expect her to tell me to shut up, but instead she looks at me and says "Later."

I can't stop myself. "Do you think handcuffs are good for being funny, Spence?" I ask completely serious.

"Shut up Ash."

There it is.