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Learning the Past

Ashley's POV

I return home from my jog to find an angry Spencer yelling into her phone, "No, Mom I'm not coming home….I know but he's never supported me, plus he practically ruined my life…No I can't just get over it…" She pauses and sighs, "Fine…Only because I want you guys to meet Ash, but if he so much as-..Ok, see you soon. Bye." She tosses her phone onto the couch.

"I'd like to say it's good to come home to you…but right now I don't know whether to run away or jump you." I tease her and she whips around, surprised.

"Oh hey, Ash. Uh…did you hear all of that? Hope you don't mind, Arden let me in on her way out to meet Alex." She rubs the back of her neck nervously.

"It's fine, Spence. I love being with you." I wink and she smiles. "So, I came in on, 'not coming home'." I walk to her and grasp her hands in mine. "What's going on, hun?"

She leads us to sit down on my couch and takes a deep breath. "I guess it's time in our relationship where I'll tell you about my past."

"You don't have to, Spence." I don't want to push her into things.

"No, really, I need to tell you. Especially because you're kind of meeting my family tomorrow at our barbeque." She makes a pained expression waiting for my reaction. It's kind of cute.

I chuckle softly, "Spencer, hunny, I'd love to meet the family. You've pretty much met mine and gave me a couple more." I wink and she chuckles.

"Well, my mom's a doctor, she works at this huge hospital in LA. My dad's a chef, he's got his own café in West Hollywood. Then there's my older brother…" She seems to force the word out, "Glen. And there lies the problem of me coming back." I squeeze her hand gently to encourage her to continue. She sighs, "He made my childhood a living hell. I came out to him right after I came out to my friends who took it well. He said I didn't know what I was talking about, but I continued and then he ran downstairs to out me to my parents. Much to my surprise and his frustration, they took it pretty well. My dad was understanding and supportive. My mom needed a little time to warm up to it, but it wasn't like she was going to throw me out of the house by my hair. Glen was not satisfied with their reactions and stormed out. From then through his graduation he made my life hell at school. He managed to find the few homophobes at school and form a group that would torment me everyday by any means possible." She takes a deep breath. "Actually, the whole reason I got into photography was because I had hid in an art room where a friend of mine, Chelsea, was painting. She told me I needed to get my mind off of things or turn to something constructive to do besides hide like a coward and tossed me a camera. Best thing that's ever happened to me. I documented a lot of it and I keep the developed photos in a box under my bed, I can't look at them everyday." Wow, she went through a lot. I'm sad I couldn't be there to protect her from all that.

"Wow, Spence. I'm so sorry, love." I pull her close and kiss her cheek. "Don't worry, I won't leave your side tomorrow." Then an idea hits me. "We should bring a couple more lesbians." I smirk devilishly.

She looks at me suspiciously, "Like who?"

"Oh you know, Coop, Arden, Lucy, Ky, Bridget, and Wiley." I say innocently.

"You just want them there because you know Alex, Luce, and Wiles would kill him if he was being annoying." Spencer says accusingly.

"What? No. Psh…" I sigh. "Ok, ok. How do you know me so well already?"

She chuckles and shrugs, "Just talented I suppose."

"Oh very talented." I growl outand pounce on her. She squeals and giggles under me. I kiss her lips softly. "So…can we bring them? Please?" I give her the big brown puppy dog eyes and she rolls her eyes.

"Fine." Yes! "My mom wanted to meet my friends too anyways. Just make them behave or you'll be trouble." She gives me a pointed look.

"What kind of trouble?" I say suggestively in my husky voice.

"Not the good kind." She smirks. "The withholding kind." My face drops. Shit, they better be good.