Ashley’s basement was somewhat of a mini movie theater with a drop down screen, a projector, and a surround sound stereo system. The plush beige leather couches and oakwood bar were the only things that made it resemble a room in a house.

Dano was in the mini fridge grabbing a few more drinks while Spencer and Ashley sat beside each other on the couch, talking in hushed tones as they attempted to figure out how Clay knew about their relationship.

“Well if he knew about it earlier he would’ve said something right?” Ashley asked. Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed in thought, that cute way that made the corners of Ashley’s lips turn up slightly. It was the little things about the girl from Ohio that made the L.A. native fall for her more and more. The way she tilted her head in questioning or in disbelief, the way she nibbled on her lower lip when she tried to figure out a really hard question in her homework or when she was playing seductress (the blond girl was well aware that it turned Ashley on), the way she’ll flail her arms when something exciting happens, and the way she stares at Ashley when she thinks the other girl isn’t looking.

These little things that would seem so insignificant to others are integral pieces to the puzzle that makes up Spencer. And just like in a puzzle, each piece is crucial in order to understand the bigger picture, one that Ashley thinks she’s gotten a good idea of at this point.

“Yeah he probably would’ve. He wouldn’t keep something like this inside if he was a hundred percent sure.” Spencer replied, her eyebrows still knotted together. “I just don’t get how he noticed.”

“Body language baby.” Ashley did nothing to stifle the giggle when Spencer looked at her confused. “We might not go around making out in front of everyone but there are other ways to tell.”

“Like how?”

“The way we act around each other. Touches that last longer then they should between friends. Checking each other out when we think that no one’s looking. Even the way we look at each other, it’s something completely different then platonic friendship. It’s more intense.”

Sky blue eyes stared into earth brown with the same look that the brunette had just talked about. Their hands met in the gap between them as they kept peering into the windows of each others souls. Deep and endless and filled with love, adoration, and the fires of lust that were being stoked by just being in close proximity to each other. Butterfly’s whirled about in their stomachs and their lips nearly ached to be on each others.