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    Memoirs of A Confused Spencer – (Chapter: 2: More Than A Dream)

    5.34pm Carlin’s House

      

    (knock knock)

    “Spencer honey, are you awake?” Arthur asked with slight concern in his voice.

    “Hmm… Right” Completely ignoring what Dad had said, and crawled under the covers.

     

    “Spencer, you’re friend Ashley is here”

    “What? Err tell her to wait 5 minutes,” I rolled out of bed, taking a glance short glances at the nearest mirror.

    “Oh man… DAD TELL HER I’LL BE DOWN IN 10!”

    (knock knock)

    “Spence, its me Ash… Can I come in?”

    “Yeah yeah… sure, just a sec k?”

    I ran my hair through my fingers, fixed my clothes, put a little lip-gloss on and ran towards the door.

    “Hey,” I said, greeting her with a huge smile and gesturing for her to come in.

     

    “Hey sleepy head… What’s up? I didn’t see you at school today. I tried calling you but your phones switched off. I mean, is… is everything cool?” Ashley asked nervously.

    “Oh. I didn’t get much sleep last night, I had this dream –” I paused for a moment. Did I really want to tell Ashley I had a rather intimate dream about her? Most dreams are meaningless right?

    Right. Of course they are.

    “…I wasn’t feeling so good this morning that’s why I decided to stay home.”

    Ashley walked across the room, and collapsed on the bed right next to me. She tilted her body side-ways. I could her breathing, smell her signature scent lingering close by. I could feel her heart beating in mine… almost like she was all around me.

    I shut my eyes tightly. Trying to escape the intensity…

    My dream wasn’t created by daily gibberish – No. Like magnetic forces, we attract and repel… Is this the inevitable? Am I falling for her? I wish she would surrender herself to me, tell me she needs me, wants me… yearns to love me.

    “What was the dream about?” Ashley whispered softly. Her intentions were clear, I felt like she could hear me thinking. I felt it in her touch… she knew about these crazy feelings that continue to grow inside.

    I turned and looked at her, “…It was about you, about us.”

    Ashley carefully listened to my every word.

    “Y’know, I thought I had control over the way I felt about everything… from moving here, meeting you…and trying to understand these feelings I’m SO not familiar with.

     

    Ashley. I’ve never felt this way before. I want you to help me understand this… because whenever I see you, feel you, my heart falls to the ground. I don’t know what it is but all I do is think of you… even my nights, my dreams are dedicated to you.”

    I looked up at Ashley, who had tears falling from her pretty brown eyes. I pulled her close, grabbing her waist between my hands… I held her body tightly against mine.

     

    “I don’t know what to say Spence. I’ve been longing to hear this from you. No one has ever cared for me. I always thought my life was created with fuck ups – Mum and Dad have thrown me from side to side. My exes just wanted to screw me, y’know ride with the rich girl and friends… I never really had any friends that I could trust, to care for, to be cared by. When I met you, everything changed. You’ve shown me a different perspective… I don’t want to lose you”

    She fit in my arms quite so perfectly. I wiped away her tears… and hugged her once again. Our lips met, slowly leading to a passionate kiss. I felt her hand on my body, making her way up and down. Our tongues tangled… fingers locked between hers. We swayed back and fourth like a tree on a windy day. Ashley ran her fingers down my back – slowly started to unbutton my shirt

     

    “Spencer!” Arthur screamed.

     

     

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    1. wow its better then i think they could have made the ending of season two.. seriously you cant stop here im waiting for a new post.. its definately a 5 in my eyes

    2. wow its better then i think they could have made the ending of season two.. seriously you cant stop here im waiting for a new post.. its definately a 5 in my eyes

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