Okey dokey, sadly, this is the second to last chapter. I want to thank a reviewer for giving me an idea that I took and toyed with a bit. I hadn't thought of it but it fits perfectly with easing into an ending. Anyway, I really hope you guys like it.
Let me know if you like reading as much as I love writing =) It means everything to me.

Ashley's POV

"Hey gorgeous." I say to my wonderful blue-eyed blonde as I step up to her locker. I'm all up in her personal space and even just being there. Just in that air that surrounds Spencer. I tingle.

Spencer smiles adorably at me and I lean in to kiss her so softly. And just that soft kiss. Every, single soft kiss feels like the first time. I never knew that being with one person for so long could still affect you like it was the first time. All the time. But that's how I feel with Spencer.

And I don't predict bad weather anytime soon.

"Gorgeous? You must be in a good mood." Spencer chuckles lightly, her hand pinching my hip before it goes to put her books away.

I just nod. Wanting to just look at her for like, a really long time. I love watching Spencer the most when she doesn't know it.

Like when she's reading a book intently and something happy must happen because she smiles lightly. Or when she's toasting bread in the kitchen, tapping her foot softly to imaginary music. Like that time that I went up to her room and she was pacing around, practicing her history speech out loud. She didn't know I was leaning in the doorway, watching her arms flail around dramatically when she was making a rather important point. Or when we were playing hide and seek the other day, yes, hide and seek, and I was hiding behind the couch, watching her walk cautiously around because she thought I might pop out and scare her. Which I had previously done. But the best times, the most wonderful, butterfly moments are when we meet each others eyes when we're not next to each other. She'll be sitting in the gym or in the quad or in the hallway and I'll walk by and wink at her. Her face blushes but she sticks her tongue out at me anyway. And then my face blushes.

"…So that's why I don't think we should have sex anymore." I only catch the last part of Spencer's sentence and my eyes snap back to hers. Because they were staring right at her ass in those low riding jeans.

"What?" I say more loudly, and more like a shriek than necessary.

"I knew you weren't listening to me." She says, putting a calculator into her bag.

Damn that body.

I smile sheepishly at her. "Sorry, I was too busy looking at your ass." Spencer smirks at me. "Anyway. We should go on a date."

"What? Like, a date date?" Spencer asks curiously, arching her eyebrows at me.

"Yes." I laugh. "So come to my house tomorrow night."

"Alright, weirdo." Spencer says and shuts her locker.

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I'm standing in my kitchen, looking at a stupid book, trying to figure out exactly how much a pinch of cayenne pepper is when I hear my doorbell ring.

I thought about going on a date to a movie and dinner. You know, something classic like that. Then I thought about the boardwalk and ice cream. Possibly bringing her to the beach. The idea of skydiving even crossed my mind. Although I deemed that idea a little overkill. So I landed on making Spencer dinner. What's more romantic than that? True, I don't really know how to cook that well. Well, at all. But I figured it couldn't be that hard. And Spencer would appreciate the effort since the only thing I can do is make Bagel Bites.

But my Bagel Bites are fucking heavenly. Ask anyone.

I smile wide at her when I open the door and see that she's just wearing ripped jeans and zipper-up sweatshirt. Casual Spencer is a sexy Spencer.

"Good thing you dressed up, baby." I say to her as she hugs me.

"Well we're just going out to a movie, right? Or the boardwalk?" She questions, hoping I'll tell her exactly what we're doing.

Silly girl.

I smirk at her and close the door behind me. "Nope, I'm making you dinner."

Spencer scoffs. "Don't lie to me, Ashley."

We get in the kitchen and all the shit I thought I might need is lying on the counter, cookbook open. "No lies, Spence. Seriously."

I turn around to her and I see her face brighten and her jaw kind of drops. "You're such a romantic." She mumbles to my lips before she kisses me. I smile into her kiss and pull her hips closer to me. Her tongue meets mine and I groan into her mouth and before I know it I'm pushed up against the fridge. I feel her hand sneaking up my shirt and then I hear a timer go off.

"What's that?" She asks, pulling away.

A bit breathless, I answer. "Uh, I'm not sure."

"You don't know what you're making?"

"Stop with the questions, Spencer." I chuckle at her and wink before as I go over to the counter.

I fumble round with the food, and all the measuring spoons, and cups, and everything else. I'm not sure what I'm doing but I'm trying at least. I hear Spencer laugh every so often from the stool at the island.

"You laughing at me is not helping." I say playfully as I pour something into some fancy cup.

I hear movement behind and me and then Spencer is right behind me, hands wrapped around my waist. She gives the back of my ear a kiss and mumbles "Sorry." Then her hands go in the front pockets of my jeans and I can no longer concentrate on cooking food. I think I moan involunarily and tilt my head back on her shoulder.

"You're not hungry, right?" I breathe out as her hands rub my thighs.

She laughs and kisses my exposed neck. "Keep going. Just please don't start a fire." Spencer lets go of me and goes back to her stool.

"That was one time." I murmur and continue working.

I miraculously manage to finish cooking and not burn or light anything on fire even though Spencer kept touching me, which was, to say the least, quite distracting. And when we actually eat, it's not that bad. I mean, I'm no culinary wizard, but my food was eatable.

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"Thanks for dinner, Ash." Spencer says sleepily into my shoulder. She's pressed warmly into me as we lay outside in the dark on the grass. We're staring up at the stars, as cliché as that is, but it's wonderful all the same. This is way better than some stupid movie. Or the boardwalk.

I kiss the top of her head softly. "Of course." I wait a minute. "I love you Spencer."

Spencer looks up at me with sparkling bright blue eyes.

"I love you too Ashley." She says quietly. My arm wraps tighter around her and my fingers rub her stomach gently. I think she purrs.

We lay there for a while longer, no words between us. None needed.

"Spence?"

"Yeah?" She answers.

"I love you."

Spencer chuckles lightly and nuzzles my neck. "So I've heard." She says.

"I don't want us to change. Ever." I say randomly, and then my brow furrows because that was stupid.

Spencer looks up at me now. "We won't."

"You promise?" I ask, grinning at her.

Spencer returns that grin, but wider. "I promise, Ashley Davies."

And I kiss her.