Chapter 3 -"I'm not going to Teach your Boyfriend How to Dance with You" Black Kids

Ashley had no idea why she hated the guy, she just did. Patrick was nice enough and smart enough, although not smarter than Spencer who was going to graduate college an entire semester early magna cum laude. She could possibly even say he was attractive in an "only when I'm drunk and squint my eyes" kind of way. Still, Ashley didn't think his mediocre qualities were enough; she adored her best friend and knew she was one of a kind.

Spencer in Ashley's eyes was amazing, kind, sweet and absolutely beautiful. The kind of natural beauty that could withstand long nights of studying, crazy midnight road trips, frat parties, premiere parties and volunteer work. Yes the hot blonde even volunteered her time to help troubled teens, which made her even more remarkable and beautiful. Beauty that an obnoxiously lame guy like Patrick didn't deserve.

Although, Ashley knew she had nothing to worry about, it wasn't like the nerdy kid was ever around. He was away at school in Boston and only came down to visit once a month and during holidays. Spencer would fly out there less often, generally because she was too busy with school and volunteer work. Whatever free time Spencer did have she devoted to her family and her needier half; Ashley. Strangely enough, Spencer's mischievous other half always happened to have a crisis every time she planned a visit to Boston.

Ashley maybe-kind-of-sort-of resented the kid because she assumed HE was the reason Spencer contemplated going away to Boston. Ashley never even considered the thought that Boston could've offered her a better education. She just assumed that the two Christian bred teens wanted to shack up in a love nest as far away from the parentals as possible and have repulsive un-Christian like intercourse for days at a time. The thought alone made Ashley's stomach burn with angst and rendered her incapacitated for a week listening to Sia Fuller and eating ice cream.

In the end and according to Ashley, SHE convinced Spencer that Boston was way too cold and that USC was by far the better choice for her Film major, which to Ashley's surprise really was. In actuality though, Spencer realized that she didn't want to move again so soon, that her life in California was pretty awesome and that the chances of meeting another wildly amusing, sweet, loyal and gorgeous multi-millionaire heiress were slim to none. Go figure.

"No it's ok… go see your boyfriend… I'll just take a rain check…" Ashley said halfheartedly with a slight hint of disappointment, which of course Spencer picked up on.

"Ash it's ok… he's here for a few days… I'll see him later… my friend needs me right now… even if she wont admit it!!" Spencer winked at Ashley before leaving the room to call the competition.

Ashley felt a tight knot in her stomach and a warm sensation coating her heart, a feeling that she'd been noticing more often and with greater intensity every time the blonde winked at her. Initially, Ashley did not understand this feeling, she assumed it was guilt for taking up all of her friend's time, but she knew guilt, she'd felt guilt and this WASN'T guilt.

The sensation she was feeling was a good one, one she'd never felt before. One she'd only experienced when Spencer looked at her with proud eyes or hugged her tightly or when she simply chose to spend time with her instead of her boyfriend. A feeling that made Ashley melt instantly even in her breezy booty shorts. Ashley knew this couldn't be good, but she also didn't want the feeling to go away, it was nice and she welcomed it.

At this point she kind of had no choice. She'd felt a lighter version of this years ago when she first met the pretty blonde, but never paid much attention to it, pushing it to the back of her brain. Now though, that feeling was tired of being trapped and it was forcefully shoving its way out making itself prominent in Ashley's heart. Ashley knew she was screwed, but she also found it exciting that she had lost 3 pounds because of the 'not hungry' feeling her body was imposing as a result.

Ashley wasn't as dense as people thought and was afraid of what she knew this meant. She was aware of her attraction to the same sex. Hell she'd even acted on it on several occasions when she and the pretty boy were on temporary hiatus. Spencer of course was not privy to this information. Yes Ashley had indeed explored the wonders of the female body and she liked what she discovered. Yet she found it difficult to confess her extra curricular activities to her compassionate better half.

She knew Spencer would understand but she couldn't help but fear the worst. Spencer was after all her mother's daughter. Her mother Paula, a holier-than-thou devout Christian who was a step behind sainthood and a self professed "soul savior". Paula Carlin, who loved thy neighbor unless thy neighbor happened to be gay, then she just pitied thy neighbor. Mother Carlin who forced Patrick on Spencer when she set them up on a blind date and several follow up dates after, because she felt it was unhealthy for the girls to be spending so much time together. Mrs. Carlin who had opposed to her daughter volunteering at the Gay and Lesbian Center warning her not to "encourage" homosexual behavior and instead volunteer at True Directions, a sexual redirection school, and promote rehabilitation. Of course to no one's surprise Spencer shunned her mother and volunteered at the Center anyway.

Still, Ashley was afraid to lose the one dependable constant in her life, especially now that the constant was making her feel warm and tingly inside. Ashley was torn. If she told Spencer how she felt, Spencer could possibly channel Paula and send her off to a gay de-tox farm and never see her again. On the other hand if she didn't tell Spencer how she felt Ashley would be keeping a huge part of herself from her best friend, which would inevitably create a rift in their perfect bond. The girl was REALLY torn.

After months of wrestling with her inhibitions, Ashley finally decided it was time. Tonight she was going to tell Spencer she was gay.

After they had several highly intoxicating drinks of course.