A/N: Okay, so the first part of this update is in Spencer's POV, but the rest is in Ashley's. Maybe the next update will be the same way. Anyways, just to warn you guys, I don't think this is my best work, but whatev's. Lol. Enjoy everyone.
My Legacy, My Future pt. 3 (Spencer's POV)
You watch her walk away, you stand there: defeated. The tears that have been streaming down your face are now just dried up memories. You want, more than anything for her to turn around, and realize that she made a mistake, and who knows maybe she will.
So you wait. Ten minutes, and the panic fully starts to settle in. She's not coming back. You look towards the direction she went, but nothing. You let out a huge sigh, and head to your car. You still have a long drive home. You weren't ready to go back home.
You look at the time, and you realize that by the time you get home, it'll be one in the morning. You know that your parents will kill you, so you do the only thing you can think of, you call them and tell them how you fell asleep at Ashley's and you'd just leave early the next morning. Why early? Well, because your mother would never let you miss church. Funny, you're a Catholic, and you're in love: with another girl.
You decide to just spend the night at some cheap hotel. You thank God that you thought about bringing cash, just in case. You lay in bed and wonder when the last time the sheets were washed. You shiver at the idea of others being in that very bed. All of the sudden, you hear noise in the room next to you. At first, you think nothing of it. You merely think that some teenage couple is fucking, or maybe a gold digger is doing her boss. Then, you hear something that totally switches your trail of thought.
"Ugh, Ashley!"
What the hell?!
"God, Amanda, you have to stay quiet."
"Ashley, I don't wanna."
What the hell?! How are these walls that thin! Wait, Ashley?
I walk out of my room, and walk to the door next to mine. I start knocking, and wait for the perpetrator to open the door.
"Spencer?!"
Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick.
Suddenly, everything got black.
You don't remember how you got here. You don't know how you changed, you only know that you're now lying in a bed that obviously is not yours, and your clothes are neatly folded on the chair to your left. You take a look around. It wasn't the hospital, and you were slightly thankful for that. You look again and you notice two other people in the room. One is on a different bed, while the other seems to be sleeping uncomfortably on the floor. You smile, because no matter how much she hurt you earlier, you can't help but think of how cute she is right now: Her hair falling flawlessly around her face; a small blanket barely covering her; her tank riding up and her boy shorts are somewhat showing.
You attempt to get up, because more than anything right now, you want to kiss her, and thank her. You have no idea why she brought you here, but honestly you don't care. You walk towards her slowly and sit next to her, running your fingertips across her back and shoulders. She starts to stir, and you know she'll soon open her eyes. You lay beside her, so that you two are face to face.
"Morning," I said, smiling.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, looking worried. She looked so cute.
"I am now."
"Okay, good because I need to take you home soon."
"What, why?" I asked.
"Your mom called not too long ago. You missed church and I had to say that you got food poisoning so she didn't rush over to kick my ass."
"Aw, Ash, that's so sweet!"
She quickly stood up.
"Yeah, no prob," she replied, slightly agitated.
Ashley's POV (Last Night at the hotel)
"Okay Amanda, where's your bag again?"
"Ugh, I don't remember. I think I threw it somewhere around the bed."
"Okay, wait right here, let me look under the bed."
"Wooh! Ash, let's go back to that rave! I wanna dance some more!"
"Amanda, can you please be quiet?"
"Ugh, Ashley!"
Fuck, she's always like this when she's drunk.
"God Amanda, you have to stay quiet!"
"Ashley, I don't wanna."
Suddenly we both snap our heads towards the door.
"Was that a knock?" I whisper.
"I think so," Amanda replied, whispering for the first time tonight.
I walked towards the door and slowly opened it.
"Spencer?!"
Thump!
"Oh my God, Spence, are you okay?" I said, as I kneeled down next to her. I lightly slapped her face, trying to get her to wake up.
"I found it!" Amanda screamed.
"Come on, Spencer just passed out."
Amanda came and sat down beside me.
"Should we take her to the hospital?"
"No, her mom would flip." I stood up and picked up Spencer. "Come on, we can take her to our dorm. She can sleep in my bed."
When we got into our room, Amanda had now sobered up for the most part. She changed Spencer and put her clothes on my desk chair. We laid her in my bed.
"Ashley, can you fill me in? I'm so lost right now. Who is she? Why'd she pass out?"
"Okay, I guess I owe you an explanation. Her name is Spencer Carlin, and she was once my best friend. I kind of fell in love with her, and we became more distant. And then, uhm, last year she told me she loved me too, and I just left. And when she showed up at the rave last night, we danced. I told I couldn't be with her. And I left, again. When she came to the hotel last night, I think when she saw you, she probably thought--"
"That we were 'hooking up'?"
"Yeah," I replied, nodding.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Why'd you leave the first time?"
"Truthfully, I didn't think either of us was ready for what've come. I was going to college, an hour away, and part of me wondered if she meant it, or if she was just saying it to get me to stay."
"Oh. I'm sorry, but I gotta be honest here. I think you're being unfair. Have you even sat and listened to her about how she does feel?"
That question hit me harder than I'd ever think.
You know you should fall asleep, because it'll be time to wake up soon, but you can't help the urge to keep your eyes open. She's lying peacefully in your bed, and you smile knowing that you'll still be able to smell her on your sheets later. She smiles in her sleep from time to time, and you wonder what she's dreaming about. You secretly hope it's you. You remember how much you hurt her, and then all of the guilt sinks in. you back away from her and lie on the ground. Shutting your eyes, you wait for your tears to drain you, and you fall asleep.
