It’s been a long time since high school.  Two years almost exactly.  I haven’t talked to Spencer in a year, when my girlfriend Lindsay found out about Spencer and my little affair.  We never slept together, but Lindsay didn’t care.  She still called it cheating, though I never laid a hand on Spencer.  It was all just a bunch of phone calls.  Nightly phone calls…30 minutes a call…unless Lindsay stayed at her apartment.  Then they lasted about 5 hours.  Lindsay always wondered why I stayed up so late while she was gone.  Spencer was why.  She later found that out too.

We’re okay now, Lindsay and me.  I promised her I’d never speak to Lindsay again and I had planned on keeping my end of the bargain, though a friendship with Spencer was what I most desired.  Things just never worked out for Spencer and I in high school.  By the time we got to that place where we could be in a stable relationship, she was off for college in Ohio, and I was starting my music career.  We just decided that we should stay friends.

I met Lindsay at a bar when I first moved out to West L.A.  She was a lot like me.  She had grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth.  She’d never worked and paid her way through high school practically.  We starting dating because I needed someone to fill the void Spencer had left me with.  Though I had “dated” so many people in high school, I’m a serial monogamous.  I had commitment in my life, just not with the person I wanted.  It was comfortable, so I stayed and I settled.  Lindsay was a partier, a talker, clingy, and loved to bitch.  I was always in trouble for something, but I stayed because it was comfortable.

It’s what I loved and hated about our relationship.  It was comfortable.  I was bored, so I called Spencer.

I started thinking about Spencer about a week ago when I was in her parent’s neighborhood for a party.  I can’t get her out of my head.

“Lindsay?”

“Yeah babe?”

“I’m off to the studio early in the morning.  I want to get a good start on a song I wrote this week.”