Hey guys! Here's the next chapter. Sorry that this one is so short; it sort of just worked out this way. Next chapter will be up sooner, because this one is so short. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy. Let me know what you think. Most of you hate Spencer now, but I promise you Spencer and Ashley get their acts together in the next couple of chapters. Read and review!

I hadn't talked to Spencer much; in fact we spent most of the winter not talking. Not that I didn't enjoy the kiss, because I did very much, but I still need to figure things out. I don't think that I was ready to date anyone. I still have this guilt feeling that if I date anyone that I'll lose Madison, forever. Right now I can't afford to do that. It's been hard not talking to Spencer, I mean we share a lab bench together in physics. I guess that Spencer realized that I was trying to figure things out, because our conversations became less frequent. If we were to talk to each other it would either be about practice or school. I miss talking to her.

I saw her everyday after school, because we had All-Star practice during the winter, and then spring came along and now we see each other everyday after school. It's been a good two months that I've actually had a real conversation with her. Ashley Davies get your shit together. I was still a little angry about what Spencer did, but we all must forgive at some point. It was almost Summer, even though we were only four weeks into our season. In four weeks Spencer and I would be going to Seattle for the All-Stars tournament.

I noticed that Spencer was sitting alone in the quad reading one of her textbook.

"You're going to go over there now Ashley and your going to talk to her. She didn't do anything wrong. You didn't do anything wrong. Now get your ass over there and talk to her," Madison shouted. I took a deep breath and made my way over to Spencer.

"Hey," I said standing in front of her.

"Hi," she said pulling out her ear buds.

"How are you?" I asked sitting down next to her.

"I'm good, just trying to get ready for finals, ya know," she said lifting up her history book, "What about you? How are you doing?"

"I'm alright. I wanted to say that I'm sorry everything."

"I'm sorry too."

"I miss this," I said motion between us, "I miss talking to you. I was a complete ass for just dropping off the face of the earth."

"I get it, what I did was wrong, kissing you, trying to get rid of you. You needed time to think about it. I deserve this, but I'm glad that we're talking."

"This kiss wasn't wrong," I blurted out. Damn it Ashley, you need to think before you talk.

"What?" she said surprised.

"This kiss wasn't wrong," I repeated, "we all have those instinct. You kissed me, and I kissed you back, and to be truthfully honest, it was something that I've never felt before. It was reviving, like I was brought back to life."

"I thought that was why you weren't talking to me," she said still surprised.

"Not talking to you was one of the hardest things that I have ever had to do."

"Then why did you do it," she asked frustrated.

"Because if I didn't I would have jumped into something that I'm not ready for. I would date you in a heartbeat, if I could. But I can't because I don't want to risk losing Madison. Spencer I like you, I really do, but I'm not ready to be with someone, and you're dating Carmen."

"Carmen and I aren't together," Spencer said quietly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in that way," I said pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Ashley, I really like you. I was the one being insensitive. I knew what you were going through, and I still kissed you. But I'm not going to hide that I have feelings for you," she said placing a hand on mine, "I'm willing to wait."

"I'm not going to hide my feelings for you either, but now I can't have feelings until I figure things out."

"I understand," Spencer said with a hint of sadness.

"You just blew it," Madison said.

"I don't to continue this silence," I began, "it kills me every minute not talking to you. But if you're willing to wait, maybe we could start again as friends?"

"I'd like that a lot," Spencer said giving a small smile.

I woke up to my brother jumping on my bed. I was somewhat just to his company in the morning. It was a better way to wake up than that damn alarm clock. I had managed to make it through finals, and junior year. It was officially summer, except that I had All-Stars in a few weeks, which was a two-week long tournament, and training hasn't been easy. It used to cross over Knight's practice and double practice was awful. Spencer and I are finally on speaking terms again. It couldn't get better, and the fact that I got to kiss Spencer; life sucked. Don't get me wrong the kiss was amazing, but when I was kissing her, all I could think about was Madison and how if I decided to have a relationship with Spencer I might lose her. I wasn't ready for that. I love Spencer, but I just want a platonic relationship like I have with Emily. I think that Spencer got the hint, because she started to pretend like the kiss never happened. I was grateful that she didn't bring it up.

Practice went the same as usual. Run a mile, drills, pick-ups, scrimmages, one on two, two on two…etc. I didn't get to talk to Spencer a lot during practice and she wasn't home very often because she worked as lacrosse coach for younger children. I on the other hand had to drive my brother around to anywhere that he wanted to be driven. Most of the time he wanted to go hang out with Noah. So I ended up spending the first part of my summer chilling with Emily.

I occasionally ran into Spencer during my evening runs, and would stop to see how the coach was.

I had just finished with one of my evening runs, when my mother came into my room and handed me the phone. I glanced at it and recognized the collar I.D.

"Hello?"

"Hey! How's my little All-Star?"

"I'm good dad. How about you?"

"Been pretty busy. I just signed another record deal," he said happily. Yeah, my dad was one of the music people. I guess you could say that I was one of those music people. He taught me how to play the guitar when I was ten, but I stopped playing since Madison's death.

"Anyways, I was thinking that maybe after your All-Star game you would want to come back to California and spend some time with your pops," he said hopefully. I hadn't seen him since the move. Yes, both of my parents are still married. My father couldn't make the move with us because his job demanded too much at the time, but I hope he will soon.

"I'd love to," I replied with some enthusiasm. To be honest I was a little uneasy about going back to California. I would be faced with all the memories of the accident, Madison's parents, and her brother, Aiden. I don't know if I was ready for that, but I couldn't tell my father 'no'.

"Alright! I can't wait to see my little girl soon. I hope that you haven't forgotten how to ride the waves!"

"I would never forget that!" I laughed back. It was nice talking to my dad. His voice was so calming.

"You better not! I'll see you in a few weeks sweetheart. Love you," he said through the phone.

"I love you too," I said before I hung up the phone. Four weeks with my recorded start dad. I can't wait.