Previously on Drunk On You.
"I'll give her as much times as she wants." I crossed my arms over my chest. "No one has ever said that to me before."
"Well if you're Spencer's friend, you're going to have to get used to those harsh words. I've stayed with her for a week and I know that when Spencer Hastings is caught in sticky situations, she fights her way out of it.. I guess telling you that got her out of the sticky situation.. kind of. Trust me, she'll be over here apologizing in no time."
Two Days Later.
"Mom no, I'm fine really. I've been staying at Hanna's place." I explained to my mother.
"Do you need any money? Do you need your father's car?"
"No mom.. wait." I paused, smirking a little. "You'd let me use dad's car?"
"Of course honey, you have your driver's license and you're twenty four years old. I think you're responsible enough."
My smirk soon turned into a smile.. a genuine smile. Wow, my mom thinks I'm responsible. After all these years, she finally thinks I'm responsible, "Will dad be okay with this?"
"He'll be fine. You just be careful okay?"
"Okay, I'll tell Hanna to drop me off there to pick up the car."
"Okay. Bye honey, love you."
"I love you too mom."
I pressed end and shoved the phone into my back pocket. Hanna, whom had just come from work, was sleeping on the couch... snoring. Snoring loudly. But she looked really peaceful and cute so I'll wait until she wakes up.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. My phone buzzed. One new message. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and glanced at the name on the screen. Spencer Hastings. I sighed deeply before opening the message.
Can you open the door for me? I'm outside. Please. -Spencer oxo
My heart pounded onto my chest. Should I wake Hanna up? How did she know I was here? I swallowed hard before walking over to the door, careful not to wake Hanna. I know how she gets when she's sleepy. I opened the door a little revealing Spencer Hastings. She must have just come from work because she had on black slacks, a white oxford shirt, and what looked like a clip on tie. Her hair flowed smoothly down her back, a little over her shoulders.
The skin under her eyes were dark.. like she hadn't been getting enough sleep but she still looked so beautiful. How can someone so tired and weak still look so beautiful? ( Emily, what are you thinking? This girl hurt your feelings. Get yourself together! )
"Please don't slam the door in my face," She said, a hint of a smile on her face.
"Then I'll wake up Hanna. I don't want that to happen, so that's the only thing stopping me right now." My head fell, my eyes locking onto something Spencer had in her hand. A box. A box with a tiny red ribbon. "What's that?"
She lifted the rectangular box, smiling weakly. "It's my way of saying I'm sorry... to you." She handed the box to me, but I shook my head. "I know it won't change anything, but just.. take it please. I got it after I came from work... it costs more than my car."
I took the box from Spencer's hand and observed it. "More than your car.. you must really be sorry." I opened the door enough so that she could come in.
Spencer's POV
"Very.." I smiled. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings like that.. I don't know what came over me. It was like I couldn't control what I was saying. Emily, I'm sorry for everything. You just really.. you make me nervous."
She smiled softly. "How nervous, exactly?" She whispered. I watched as she opened the box. In case you're wondering what that is, it's a custom made necklace with a beer on it. On the beer, there's an E. The beer symbolizes where we first met. The bar.
"In case you're wondering, the beer-" I started, but was interrupted by the sound of Emily's voice.
"I know.." Her smile widened. "We met at a bar."
I nodded and she stepped closer to me. Her hand reached for mine and I accepted. I let out a sigh of relief and wrapped my free arm around her and her hand fell around my waist, "I'm glad you finally came.. Hanna told me you were gonna apologize." She chuckled softly.
"I want to take you somewhere." I suggested, breaking the hug. "Don't ask where.. just trust me."
Third Person POV
"I don't think we should be doing this." Noel hesitated. "Maybe we should just go-"
"Backing down Noel?" Jenna asked. A smirk forming on her lips. "Never knew you were such a chicken."
"Am not!" Noel protested almost immediately.
"Are too!"
"Guys!" Aria yelled. "Stop acting like little kids and shut the hell up. We're doing this whether you like it or not Noel." She spoke. "Those bitches deserve worse."
"Now the plan is for me to text all of the girls asking them to join me at The Grille... but they're really going to be meeting with their worst nightmare. I've waited so long for this." Aria smirked, glancing over at Jenna and Noel. Noel looked as if he wanted to just break out running and never stop. He didn't even know why he agreed to this. He doesn't have the power to hurt someone.
"Remember what they did to you, Noel?" Jenna started. "Each and everyone of them had their turn to destroy you and they did.. don't forget that. Those bitches deserve everything that's coming to them." Noel's head fell. He knew Jenna was right, but he still couldn't live with himself if either of the four girls got hurt.
"Send the text." A voice said out if nowhere, startling the three. "Now."
Aria nodded and began typing, adding the four girls in a group message.
S.O.S Dinner at The Grille. -Ar oxo
Aria's smirk reappeared as she stared at the figure with no face. She admired this woman.. she admired her for her intelligence, her power to manipulate others into joining her group, and her will to never let people see her face.. at least not now.
"We better get going." Aria suggested.
Meanwhile.
A smile grew onto my face as I watched Emily soulfully swim through the water. She had been going nonstop for twenty minutes now and I just wanted to let her enjoy it. Emily really was an awesome swimmer.. and also a fast one. I mean, the way her legs glided through the water like she was meant for it.. almost like Emily was a mermaid. She could be. Her love to be in the water. The sun shone perfectly onto her well toned body. Oh god.. her well toned body. Her hips, her legs, her.. abs. I'm now really glad I chose for us to go here. My lake house. We were at my lake house. The only place I thought would give us sometime to be alone.. and talk. ( Just talk, Spence really? I know you want to taste her cherry ChapStick.) We really needed to talk. ( More like suck each others' faces.) I know Emily needed some answers on why I kissed her.
"Spencer?" Emily's smile radiating through the day, lighting up any darkness in sight.
"Huh?"
"Wanna join me?"
"Hell no. I'm fine on land.. thanks."
"Oh come on.." She pouted. "Live a little."
I smiled weakly, my mind wandering to what Sarah told me before I proposed to her. Those same exact words. I remember perfect. Oh come on babe, live a little. And I told her;
"I'm already living." I chuckled. "If I weren't then I wouldn't be here right now."
"..And I'd miss you like crazy." She admitted, now swimming over to the land and sitting next to me. "You sure your sister doesn't mind if I'm wearing her swimsuit?"
I let my eyes wander over her body. God, she looked really good in Melissa's bathing suit. "Not at all." I replied biting my lip. ( Spencer, did you really just say that out loud? Girl, you have some balls!)
Emily smirked. "What?"
My heart pounded against my chest and my cheeks reddened. Did I really just say that? "Um.. I really meant to say that... uh.. god Emily, stop that."
She chuckled softly before playfully punching me in the arm, "Stop what? I'm not doing anything."
"Stop making me nervous. You can move the wrong way.. and I'll still be nervous. Can you just be normal like Hanna?" A giggle escaped my lips.
"Hanna's far from normal.." Emily smiled. "Too bad we left her at her house. She would have really loved this 'Spemily'," She lifted her hands to do air quotes. "Moment just as much as I am."
My head fell shyly. "There's that nickname again.. Spemily."
"I actually think it's pretty adorable." Emily laughed. "I mean, we would really make a hot couple, don't you think?" A playful smirk appeared on her face. ( Ahem Spencer, she's flirting.)
I shrugged coyly. "I guess." Emily's index finger fell onto my chin, making my eyes collide with hers.
It was like we were fighting with each other. Her eyes screamed hurt.. confusion.. lust. I wanted to show her.. or at least tell her that the kiss that I had given her was real. It wasn't a mistake. With that being said, I found myself leaning into Emily slowly.. slowly.. almost there. She didn't pull away so my confidence grew more and more.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. The buzzing of my phone then drew her back. She quickly stood and began making her way inside.
"I'm cold," She muttered, before running inside and shutting the door behind her.
(And to think this day was just about to get better..)
I pulled my phone grumpily out my pocket and read over the message. Aria! I haven't seen or spoken to Aria in weeks. Good to know that she's not dead.
S.O.S Dinner at The Grille. -Ar oxo
I shrugged. Why not? My evening with Emily has already been destroyed.
Sure. -Spencer xx
I shoved the phone back into my pocket and made my way inside to find a fully dressed Emily Fields, "Hey, did you get Aria's text too?" She asked, putting her hair into a sloppy bun and I only nodded. "So are you ready to leave?" She asked, hurriedly.
"Wouldn't want to be late. Now would we?" I smirked playfully before grabbing my keys and purse and heading out of my lake house.
"So.." Emily asked making her way to the car. "Do you think we could start coming here more often? I really like it."
I smiled and I couldn't help but notice that she had been wearing the necklace I bought, "You're wearing it."
Her face fell in confusion, "The necklace.. you're wearing the necklace I bought you."
"Oh.. uh yeah. If someone special gave it to me, then I'm going to wear it everyday." She smiled brightly.
I blushed bright red. Oh gosh Emily Fields.. you're doing it again. (Take it like a man, Spencer!) You're making me nervous.. and on top of that I'm blushing. Emily Catherine Fields, you are going to be the death of me.. not literally.