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Spencer's POV

"I love Poptarts. I love Poptars. I love Poptarts." I sing to myself as I clean my room. "I love Poptarts. I love Pop-"

"Um, Spencer?" My dad's voice comes from my doorway.

I stop singing and blush a little. Well that's not embarrassing.

"Oh, hi dad." I turn around to look at him. He's smiling at me. "What's up?"

"What kind?" He says as he crosses his arms across his chest.

"Uh, what?"

"What kind of Poptarts?" He asks chuckling a little bit as he says it. He likes to laugh at his own jokes. And I love him for it.

"Ha ha. Cinnamon. What's up, dad?" I say as I sit on the edge of my bed.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see how everything was. You know, just checking up. I have to cross it off my list of fatherly duties." He says as he walks slowly over to my desk chair and sits down.

For a minute I stare at him because I feel bad. I feel bad because just the other day, me and Ashley were on that chair. You know, on that chair. I have to stop myself from thinking about it in front of my father. Stop thinking about how her hot body felt pressed against mine. Stop thinking about how her eyes became lidded and extremely dark with want as I straddled her. Stop thinking of how she bit the swell of my breast.

Stop. Stop. Poptarts. Poptarts.

"I'm good, actually. Everything is fine." I tell him, smiling. Because it's the truth.

"School's good, then?" He asks me, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

"Yup, good."

"How's Ashley?" He says lightly, looking me in the eyes.

I'm not really taken off guard by his question. He always asks me how my friends are. What I am taken off guard by is the way his eyes are intently searching mine.

I can't help but grin widely at the mention of her name. "Ashley is great." I tell him truthfully. I never really lie to my dad, only because I never see a reason to.

"Good, good. That's great. She hasn't been over much lately." He says with a trace of something in his voice I can't seem to recognize.

"Oh." I start, not exactly sure what to say. "Well, you know, I usually go to her house, so. I mean she-"

"Spence." My dad interrupts my pointless rambling. "I know your mom doesn't really, hasn't really taken much of a liking to her." He speaks kind of sadly and his eyes wander around the room.

"Understatement." I mutter.

I can see him trying not to smirk at my words. "But I don't want you to feel as if you can't have her over because of- that." I know that when he says that he's really saying because of your mother.

I sigh heavily. "Thanks for saying that dad, but honestly, she's not the nicest to Ashley." I think for a second, remembering my conversation with her the other day about my mom. When I remember Ashley telling me her hurt feelings, it gives me more nerve. "Actually, she's really mean to her, and I don't like it. At all."

For some reason, saying this lifts a weight off my chest. I look at my dad, trying to figure out what his reaction will be. He puts one hand up to his chin to lean on and nods at me.

"I know. Honestly Spencer, I don't like it either." He pauses. "I know how happy Ashley makes you." He tells me seriously and he has that look in his eyes again.

"You do?" I ask.

He smiles a little bit, the tired lines around his eyes becoming more prominent. "Of course. It's impossible to miss, I-" He pauses a second, looking like he is choosing his words carefully. "I welcome her anytime."

His words make my heart swell with love for my father. Because by the look in his eyes. By the way he says Ashley's name. By the way he has just told me all these things. I can tell he knows.

He knows.

I'm nervous to say my next words, but I know he will understand. And although I am nervous, I am in no way scared. "I love her, dad."

My dad looks at me and smiles. He comes over to me and squeezes my shoulder affectionately. "I know you do kiddo." He says, his tone telling me he definitely gets my drift. He understands the heaviness my statement now holds. I don't have to say anything else, because this was all that was needed. I know my father gets what my underlying message was.

With that, he walks out of my room slowly. A second later he pops his head back in and says "You know, I really like the strawberry kind." And he's gone, laughing to himself down the hallway.

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"Wow, that's awesome." Chelsea says to me from across the picnic table in the quad.

I nod and smile at her. I just told her about my conversation with my dad.

"What's awesome?" Kyla says loudly to us as she plops down next to Chelsea. She has a carrot in her mouth. Chelsea turns to look at her chewing on it and raises her eyebrow.

"What's up Doc?" Chelsea says sarcastically to her and Kyla glares at her and then she glares at me when I snicker loudly.

"You're so clever. What's awesome?" She says again, resting her elbows on the table surface.

"Spencer is pretty sure her dad knows about her and Ashley." Chelsea tells her, flipping through pages of a magazine.

"No shit? That is awesome. Did you tell him?" She asks me, twirling the carrot in her hands.

"No, I think he just kind of- guessed. Or can tell." I say slowly.

"Your dad is really cool though, Spence. And your mom is, uh." Kyla looks over at Chelsea quickly. "Nice?" She finishes.

I sigh in distress. "I know, my mom kind of sucks." I put my arms on the table and rest my head on top of them.

"What the fuck is with the carrot, Kyla?" I hear Ashley's husky voice say from behind me.

"It's good for you." Kyla says evenly.

Ashley snorts. "Yeah, you just like having something in your mou-"

"Ashley." Chelsea cuts her off in a stern tone.

I feel Ashley's soft hand rub my back gently and then I feel her presence right next to me. I lift my head up and smile at her. She looks gorgeous, like usual. Her hair is especially curly today and her skin is beautifully tanned and glowing.

And she looks so goddamn sexy in that leather jacket.

"Hi." I say quietly to her.

She smiles wide, her nose crinkling and chocolate eyes sparkling. "Hi there." Her hand on my hip as she kisses my cheek, nuzzling the spot with her nose for a second. She smells deliciously good, so much so I kind of want to lick her to see if her skin tastes as good as she smells.

In fact, I know her skin tastes as good as it smells.

"Spencer told us her dad knows about you guys." Kyla says, breaking up our moment.

Ashley nods. "Yeah. I love Mr. C. I think if me and Paula ever threw down, he'd have my back." She says and me, Chelsea, and even Kyla start to laugh.

Kyla's laughter dies down early and I see her eyes focus behind me, following someone across the quad. I turn my head slightly around to see it was Glen she is looking at. I meet her eyes and they look sad for a second. Then she frowns slightly at me and looks away. Continuing to eat her carrot.

"Have you talked to him?" Chelsea asks the question that was just on my mind. Chelsea asks Kyla this without looking at her, still flipping through pages of her magazine.

Kyla shrugs slightly. "Not really. Every time I try we just fight. And I don't know what to say anyway." She says dejectedly. "I don't know. I guess we're pretty much over."

"That sucks." Chelsea says sympathetically.

Kyla shrugs again. "Yeah I guess. But maybe it's better this way."

"What do you mean?" I ask her, confused.

Kyla take s bite of her carrot. "It's better that he's not wasting his time on me, you know? When he could find someone else that wants to be with him."

Ashley tilts her head at her sister, probably confused at her sudden niceness. Kyla gives her a look. "What Ashley? I have emotions." Kyla says and smirks. Ashley chuckles a little.

"But anyway." Kyla continues. "I still kind of wish we could be friends."

"You cold try." Chelsea says.

Kyla takes another bite of her carrot and glances at her. "We'll see."

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"Are you sure?" Ashley asks me.

"Yes."

"But are you sure?" She asks again.

"Yes"

"Seriously, Spencer, are you sure?"

"Ashley yes!" I yell more loudly than I need to, considering that Ashley and I are in the fancy perfume section at the mall. "Yes, I am sure okay? I'm sure your aunt will love that weird smelling perfume."

Ashley frowns at me adorably, and goes to smell it one more time.

"Alright." She says as she picks up a bottle of it.

We've been here for an hour. An hour of Ashley smelling a million different kinds of perfume for a birthday present for her aunt. My head is starting to get dizzy from all this musty perfume and I am so happy we can pay and leave this section shortly.

We start to walk through the department store, heading up the escalator to the clothes. Ashley now needs to buy a shirt for her aunt's surprise party.

"It has to be not too, flashy." She says, searching through racks.

I smirk at her. "You mean you can't be dressed like a hoe?"

Ashley looks at me with three things in her hand. "I resent that." She says evenly. But I know she's not mad because I see the lines by her eyes smiling.

"Come on, I have to try these on." She whispers as she raises an eyebrow to me. I am hoping no one sees both of us go into the cramped dressing room. When we get in, I take a seat on the elevated part in the corner.

"So, do you think any of my own clothes would constitute as not flashy, because Kyla said…" Ashley is talking but somewhere in her sentence I zone her out. All I can focus on now is how she is unbuttoning her shirt slowly, her fingers popping each button out of its hole. I have never seen someone un-pop buttons in such an amazingly sexy way. It's driving me insane. Now she just has a black bra on with her tight, dark jeans and don't think I could stop staring if I tried. I think my hands are gripping the side of what I am sitting on tightly. Knuckles turning white. She is still talking but I don't know about what.

"Spence? Spencer!" Her heightened tone brings me out of my daydreaming daze.

I take my eyes away from her chest extremely slowly, dragging them up her body. "Yeah?" I answer hoarsely. I hadn't even noticed that she had put on one of her shirts, it just wasn't buttoned, her bra still exposed.

She puts her hands in her back pockets, rolling back and forth on her heels and her toes. With this motion, the front of her shirt is opening even more. "You like this one?" She asks, her voice a little huskier than before.

"It's- very nice." My throat is dry, but I think my mouth is watering slightly.

"Yeah?" Ashley is right in front of me now. Her body bent downward so that her face is exactly in front of mine. My eyes meet her gorgeous brown ones and she whispers "You like it?"

I can feel her breath on my lips and then she kisses me eagerly. Her tongue going right in, meeting my own. I moan lightly and grab her waist, running my hands over her toned stomach. She makes a grunting sound that turns me on immensely. Ashley pushes me back further into the corner I am sitting in, her knee propping her up right in between my legs. Her mouth finds my earlobe, biting it gently before taking it in her mouth as her hands rest on my thighs, scratching them lightly. This causes a strangled moan to escape my throat.

"I have to try the rest on." Ashley whispers into my ear and bites the side of my jaw before pulling completely away.

I sit in my corner breathing heavily, narrowing my eyes at her. I cross my arms and say "You're mean."

Ashley turns her head around slightly from looking in the mirror and winks at me.

Then I cross my legs.