Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter! Spencer and Ashley have started to rekindle their relationship. I tried to do my best to make that happen in this chapter; let me know if it too fast paced or you don't like it or if you liked it or if you have suggestions for the next chapter! Love to hear what you guys think! I hope that you enjoy this next chapter.

I gathered my bags from the baggage claim area. Our team as just arrived at the Seattle airport, and of course it was raining. The plane ride over was pretty nice; I just relaxed, while Spencer slept sweetly on my shoulder.

We piled onto the bus. Spencer sat down next to me. The head coach, Coach Merit, called out names for attendance. Spencer and I shouted 'present' when our names were called. After all the names had been called we started towards the hotel that was hosting the athletes. It was a Four Seasons. Merit had roomed us alphabetically, so of course Spencer and I were rooming together. We were on the top floor. There were two twin beds and a fridge and microwave. Our windows looked out on the lit up city of Seattle. It was an unforgettable view.

I tossed my bag on the floor and collapsed onto the bed. I heard Spencer chuckle as she set her bag on the bed and started unpacking her belongings. She carefully organized her things before tossing her suitcase aside. There was a knock on the door; I was too lazy to get up so Spencer answered the door. A few minutes later she came back carrying two duffel bags. She tossed one and me and set hers on her bed. I quickly unzipped mine and found the Ohio All-Star team uniform. I didn't even bother to unpack it; I just threw it on the floor. Spencer walked over to my bed and laid down on the other half.

"So…" I heard her say, "what are we going to?"

"I don't really know," I replied, "we can't really leave."

"Are you doing anything after this?"

"I'm going back to California to spend a little time with my dad before senior year starts," I said sitting up, "you?"

"I want to go to California. My mothers dragging me to all the colleges that scouted me."

"Which are?" I asked curiously.

"USNA, West Point, Penn State, John Hopkins, and some other ones I can't remember…"

"USNA and West Point huh?" I didn't like the thought of Spencer in the forces, but then again Spencer could definitely kick some army or navy butt.

"Yeah, I'm leaning towards USNA. I don't think I would survive boot camp for the army," she said chuckling, "What about you?"

"UNC, Ohio State, Boston College, USNA, and UPENN," I said starting to unpack my things.

"And?"

"I don't know yet. I really want to go to UNC, but BC also sounds really tempting."

"I'm sure you'll make the right choice," she said.

We talked for, I don't know how long, mainly about pointless things. Like who we were playing, strategies, and other things. A person came up and told us that dinner was ready down in one of the dining rooms. The room was full of all the other teams from across the country. We sat next to a team from California, and it made me think of Madison. She would have loved to be here, playing lacrosse was her favorite thing in the world. She was the one who taught me how to be the player that I am today.

The dinner was pasta and some other vegetable and sides. We listened to the coaches give talks and other things like that. It was really boring. A few hours later we were let go; Spencer and I returned to our room. I was exhausted from the travel, talking, listening, everything. All I wanted to do was sleep.

"Ashley?" I heard Spencer voice through the dark room, "are you asleep?"

"No," I replied. I was a little annoyed, but it was Spencer and I could never be mad at her.

"Can I ask you something…personal?"

"Um…" I choked a little, "sure."

"What happened to your girlfriend?" she asked. I knew that she wanted to know more, because all I really told her was 'she passed.'

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that," she said taking it back.

"It's fine Spencer," I said sitting up and leaning against the headboard, "she killed by a drunk driver."

"Had you too been together long?"

"Three years," I replied. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I sniffled a little, before crying. I heard Spencer get off her bed and felt her sit down next to me.

"You were in the car weren't you?" I nodded my head. How did she know? I didn't tell her? She is really good as reading people.

"I'm so sorry Ashley," she said taking me into her arms. She was so warm, so comforting, so loving. Her lips pressed gently on my fore head before resting her hand against mine.

The rays of sunshine hit my face. I stirred a little and noticed that were was an odd, yet comforting, sense at my side. I turn my head and Spencer is quietly sleeping in the crook of my neck. I gently maneuver her head onto the pillow without waking her.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I was different. I was still scarred and marked, but I was different. A good different. A new me.

I finished changing, when I reappeared in the room Spencer was back on her bed, already dressed, skimming through the TV channels.

"Morning," I said happily taking a seat on my bed.

"Sleep well?" she asked not taking her eyes away from the TV.

"I think it's one of the best nights of sleep that I've ever gotten," I replied with a smile. I could see Spencer's lip turn up into a smile.

We loaded the bus about an hour later and headed toward the arena. There were four fields in the complex, made everything go a lot faster. We found our area with the big word "Ohio" written above it in green. Let the games begin.

We were into the second week of the games. We made into the semifinals, which didn't shock me because our team was beast. On Friday were going to the finals, against North Carolina. Time to see what you're made of, I guess.

My dad did turn up during the second week. We planned to have dinner today, which I was looking forward to a lot. I hadn't seen him a few months. It would be good to get some father –daughter time in, you know.

"Spencer," I called from the bathroom.

"What?" I heard her call back. I emerged from the bathroom in my shorts and sports bra.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow after the game?" she shook her head and went back to watching the TV. "Do you want to come to dinner with me?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah with me and my dad," I continued.

"It's okay. I don't want to ruin your time with him," she said.

"Spencer, I want you to come! I want you to meet him," I said pleading, hoping that she would come.

"I don't know Ash; I don't have anything nice to we-"

"It's okay we aren't going anyway fancy. I promise. I'm just wearing shorts and a shirt."

"Are you sure that I won't be intruding on your family time?" she asked, double-checking to make sure.

"Absolutely not, please come," I responded.

"Count me in!" she said happily. I my head I was dancing, but outside I was just playing it cool the Davies style.

"Push it up the field Davies," I heard Coach Merit yell from the sidelines. I quickly maneuvered and flung the ball towards Spencer. She was literally inches away form scoring before a big beefy girl knocked her off her feet.

I watched as Spencer got up to her feet, and gave the other player a mean glare. The referee gave the other team a penalty for foul play.

"You okay?" I asked running up to Spencer's side.

"Yeah, just a little startled," she said brushing the grass off her uniform.

The game continued. We scored a few more goals. Eventually the other team decided that they were going to give up because there was no chance that they were going to make any sort of comeback. It was a good day for Spencer and I. Even though were didn't make the All-Star Champion, both Spencer and I were awards the 'Double Trouble' award, or as some other people refer to it as the 'Dangerous Duo.'

After the game Spencer and I took turns in the bathroom to get ready for dinner tonight with my dad. Like I said, it was casual; I wore tan short and a blue shirt. Spencer didn't feel to bad when she came out wearing skirt and a lacy top.

We met my dad in the lobby a few minutes later. He had decided to take us to some pizza place that he had read about. It was a small little joint. We ordered a large cheese pizza and took a seat at one of the booths.

"So Spencer, tell me about yourself," my dad said taking off his jacket.

"Well, I guess you already know that I play lacrosse, been playing since I was a little kid. I have two brothers. Our coach at King in my older brother, Clay and my other brother, Glen was a sergeant in the Marine Corps."

"Marine Corps eh? Interesting!"

"Yeah he got discharged a year ago," Spencer replied.

"What's he doing now?"

"Nothing really, works in the hospital," she replied simply before changing the topic, "so Ashley tells me you're in the music business."

"I am indeed, just signed a new band a few weeks ago," he said cheerfully.

"That's amazing," I heard Spencer say, "so is Ashley a music fanatic like you?"

"Sadly no. She enjoys sports more, but every once in a while I see her pick up her guitar and write a song," my father replied. I felt myself beginning to blush a little, because I was in fact writing a song, about Spencer.

We ate our pizza in quite. I could feel Spencer gaze on me every once in a while, but she would always turn away when I looked. When we finished my father paid for the meal and walked out to the car. I asked for a few minutes with Spencer before I left her for the rest of the summer. He just smiles and nodded and said that he was going to go get some things before we leave.

"I can't believe you're going to be gone for the summer," Spencer said walking around the little park next to the restaurant.

"Its only four weeks," I replied trying to reassure her. She just made a face at me.

"Well, you're coming out to look at colleges right?" I asked her. She nodded. "Well then I'm come meet you somewhere or something." Spencer's face lit up and she did a little happy dance. I felt myself laugh a little before swinging an arm around Spencer's shoulder.

We sat down at the base of the tree. Spencer rested her back against my chest and I rested my back against the tree. It seemed perfect; something that I had always imagined.

"You're dad's pretty cool," I heard her say into the air, "I had an amazing time tonight."

"I did do," I sighed. I was regretting that I would be leaving Spencer for the rest of the summer, but I would see her soon.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," Spencer said snuggling closer to me.

"Why did you go along with Carmen's plan?"

"Freshman year we were the only ones who made it onto the varsity team. We were both shocked because neither of us were that good. The coach before Clay told us that we had to keep up our performances to stay on varsity. I guess the first things that click into our brains were to do anything you need to do to be the best. Our coach admired what we did and being the stupid little freshman we did what the coach wanted us to do and what we thought was right. That continued until this year when Clay took over and I got to know you."

"You got to know me?" I questioned.

"You. When I first noticed that you're name was posted I knew that we would be completing for top player. You were different from all the other players that I had met before. You play for a purpose. Most people join because they have nothing to do or their parents want them to be able to put it on colleges or something or they are playing for the #1 title, like Carmen and I. But you, you're different. You play with feeling. You're always there to help any player on the field, to help out at practice; no one on this team is like that. Everything Carmen and I did, you just got right back up and continued; you fought. How?"

"Madison. She was the first one that handed me a stick and threw a ball in my face. I hated it at first; I didn't understand the concept of cradling, catching, and throwing. Then I started to fall in love with her, and I decided to try again. She helped me to become the player that I am today. I play because of Madison. My purpose is Madison. Lacrosse is the only thing that I have left where Madison is with me. She taught me patience, compassion, dedication, and balance. Every time I go out onto the field, I sensed her there next to me, watching over me."

Spencer turned around to face me. Her eyes were fixated on mine. They were a sharp piercing blue, but calming and loving.

"I'm sorry. I know what it's like. One minute you feel like they are right next to you and the next they just vanish into thin air, like the never existed. It takes a while to realize that they are truly gone."

I wanted to ask her how she knew. Did she know someone who died? An aunt maybe?

"I'm glad I met you Spencer Carlin," I said pulling her into a tight hug, "I don't think that I would have gotten through this year without you."

"You're a truly amazing person Ashley Davies," she whispered into my ear. I shuttered as her warm breath made contact with my ear.

Spencer pulled away, but this time the color of her eyes had changed. They were the ocean's blue anymore; they were a dark lustful blue. She licked her lips and her eyes darted from my eyes to my lips.

"I won't be angry Ashley, so stop thinking that I will be," I heard Madison's voice out of nowhere, "I know that you have feelings for her Ashley. Stop thinking that if you fall in love with her you'll hurt me. You've never hurt me before. Kiss her."

I felt my body start to close the gap between us. Spencer's lips were soft and gentle. I could taste the strawberries that we had for dessert on her lips, so delicious. Spencer's hands found their way to the back of my neck. I wrapped mine around hers and pulled her in closer. The kiss was magical. There was a spark, something that I had never experienced even with Madison.