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Best For Me – (Chapter: Leaving home.)
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As predicted, Elly loved the art class. Spencer stayed with her for the first lesson, occasionally translating into sign when there was a need. In fact, the need was so little that she and the teacher were fairly confident that El would be able to manage on her own the next week. She even made a friend, a small boy called James who finger painted like Jackson Pollock.
After seeing the happiness on her daughter’s face Spencer couldn’t help being on a high. Grinning from ear to ear with an equally ecstatic young’un’s hand in hers, she made her way into the corridor, which was in its usual frenetic state. And yet, through all the hubbub, she immediately spotted Ashley’s curly brown head emerging from her room, a crowd of excited children all vying for her attention. Spencer could have sworn her heart sped up seconds before she actually spotted the girl and wondered if she had some kind of radar for the musician. As if she was feeling the same thing, Ashley’s head came up, her gaze connecting with Spencer’s and sending a jolt out of the blue straight into the blonde’s chest. Spencer returned the smile she received and tightened her hold on Elly. She felt a pull on her hand and looked down, breaking her line of sight with Ashley. The crowds of children were pressing closer now and her daughter was looking scared. Spencer’s heart tugged a little and she swung her little girl up into her arms, protecting her from the seething mass that surrounded them. When she looked up, the musician was gone.
It was possible that Spencer had trodden on someone with her haste to exit the building. Her insides were writhing like a pit of snakes and she had no idea why.
‘Liar. She does that to you.’
Unwilling to accept what that might mean, Spencer fled the scene. Tucking her daughter into the car seat she drove home, forcing herself to do so as sedately as possible instead of mirroring the reckless folly that she felt stirring inside. Typically Gray was nowhere to be seen when they got home. Spencer couldn’t have appreciated it more.
Making dinner, she tried everything she possibly could to rid her mind of all thoughts. Her anger with Gray was still humming purposefully below the surface and the rippling that her skin had experienced when she caught sight of Ashley was still palpable. She was startled out of her space when she heard a sharp knock on the kitchen counter in front of her. She looked down to find Elly staring at her, puzzled look on her face. Spencer realized she’d been leaning against the counter staring off into the distance for some time. Her daughter was holding the juice carton expectantly and had been patiently waiting for her mother to pour a cup.
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yes!!!!! reach out to someone who cares. i love how human this story is. it’s hard for me to be mad a gray, cause thats a human reaction that happens so often. it sucks, but its real. sympathies to Spence, though,its hard being in that situation with no support.
Great post as usual. But then again I dont think its possible for you to have a bad post. Im sad that your not going to be updating 28 days for a while but I’ll get over it because I love this story. I cant wait to see what happens with that call. Oh and by the way… if its possible could you bring me back a souvenir when you return from your long journey of saving spashley? Maybe something from Tibet would be nice.
You let a Cyborg GOAT take the brownies I made you!?! I made those from scratch! (granted I didn’t scratch while I made them…but still!) I am hurt…HURT I tell you. Theres only one way you can make it up to me…WRITE MORE! And even then we’ll have to have a talk…*sigh* *grumbles* Whats next, Humpty Dumpty turned into a Omlette?! *grumbles* And yes you can have an amazing sugar high from pixie sticks like Goober said, although I’ve never tried snorting one…*ponders the thought* I’m LOVING this fic! And of course you had to leave us with Spence calling Ashley, good oh so good! Your stories are like Crack…so now I am giving you the title of Fic Dealer! ;-) Okay yes I am way too wired right now. But just know I cannot get enough of your stories, and I NEED MORE! :-) (Oh and incase you’re wondering the Jell-o and pixie stick are being held at ‘dish’ point until your next installment)
oooooooooooooooooooh!! yaya spencer called ashely! so that means we’ll get some spashley next chapter! score! post more soon!
Ugh…Gray’s denial over Elly’s condition is extremely disheartening. He is probably having an affair in between golf practice and a business trip to Phoenix. Spencer really needs a girlfriend to talk to about this. You have done a great job of depicting the lonely, isolated mother, who is ignored by her husband, and most likely has little or no self esteem at this point. I am sure she doesn’t believe anyone would find her remotely attractive. Her attraction to Ashley stems from a myriad of reasons…I am anxious to see how that will go.By the way, cyborg’s don’t sleep, so you’re shit out of luck. kiss that brownie goodbye.
leaving it there is just plain cruel. TORTURE I TELL YOU. ill cry
crap i forgot to tell you how much i absolutely LOVE this story…well ALL of yours
yes!!!!! reach out to someone who cares. i love how human this story is. it’s hard for me to be mad a gray, cause thats a human reaction that happens so often. it sucks, but its real. sympathies to Spence, though,its hard being in that situation with no support.
Great post as usual. But then again I dont think its possible for you to have a bad post. Im sad that your not going to be updating 28 days for a while but I’ll get over it because I love this story. I cant wait to see what happens with that call. Oh and by the way… if its possible could you bring me back a souvenir when you return from your long journey of saving spashley? Maybe something from Tibet would be nice.
You let a Cyborg GOAT take the brownies I made you!?! I made those from scratch! (granted I didn’t scratch while I made them…but still!) I am hurt…HURT I tell you. Theres only one way you can make it up to me…WRITE MORE! And even then we’ll have to have a talk…*sigh* *grumbles* Whats next, Humpty Dumpty turned into a Omlette?! *grumbles* And yes you can have an amazing sugar high from pixie sticks like Goober said, although I’ve never tried snorting one…*ponders the thought* I’m LOVING this fic! And of course you had to leave us with Spence calling Ashley, good oh so good! Your stories are like Crack…so now I am giving you the title of Fic Dealer! ;-) Okay yes I am way too wired right now. But just know I cannot get enough of your stories, and I NEED MORE! :-) (Oh and incase you’re wondering the Jell-o and pixie stick are being held at ‘dish’ point until your next installment)
oooooooooooooooooooh!! yaya spencer called ashely! so that means we’ll get some spashley next chapter! score! post more soon!
Ugh…Gray’s denial over Elly’s condition is extremely disheartening. He is probably having an affair in between golf practice and a business trip to Phoenix. Spencer really needs a girlfriend to talk to about this. You have done a great job of depicting the lonely, isolated mother, who is ignored by her husband, and most likely has little or no self esteem at this point. I am sure she doesn’t believe anyone would find her remotely attractive. Her attraction to Ashley stems from a myriad of reasons…I am anxious to see how that will go.By the way, cyborg’s don’t sleep, so you’re shit out of luck. kiss that brownie goodbye.
leaving it there is just plain cruel. TORTURE I TELL YOU. ill cry
crap i forgot to tell you how much i absolutely LOVE this story…well ALL of yours
oooo. She is going to call ashley, and stay with her for the night and im guessing that there will be some flirting, but not much more. MAYBE a kiss that turns out bad. lol IDK, but this is better than i expected. Kind of like Imagine me And You, but with more drama.PMS
oooo. She is going to call ashley, and stay with her for the night and im guessing that there will be some flirting, but not much more. MAYBE a kiss that turns out bad. lol IDK, but this is better than i expected. Kind of like Imagine me And You, but with more drama.PMS
Oh, and I love the fic, as always. I love that Spence is calling Ash. LOVE IT! How could I not? Would I be reading this if I DIDN’T want her to? Probably not. But I’m babbling. And avoiding getting back to work. Enjoy your ranch dressing….but not too much.
Oh, and I love the fic, as always. I love that Spence is calling Ash. LOVE IT! How could I not? Would I be reading this if I DIDN’T want her to? Probably not. But I’m babbling. And avoiding getting back to work. Enjoy your ranch dressing….but not too much.
A pixie stick, my dear Clomle, is a paper tube about the thickness of a straw or pencil, a little longer than both, that is filled with a fine powdered sugar that is colored and flavored kind of sweetly sour. Basically, they are the perfect design for rotten teeth and overly sugar rushing 5 year olds. When I was in elementary school, my friend dared (triple dog dared, actually) me to snort one. I’ve never been so crazily hyper in my life. For those who are concerned, Clomle has assured me that she has escaped the clutches of the evil cyborg goat with the help of my Uncle and a bevy of Thai drag queens. They are now somewhere near the former nation of Tibet drinking yak butter. The things you do for Spashley, Clomle. The things you do.
A pixie stick, my dear Clomle, is a paper tube about the thickness of a straw or pencil, a little longer than both, that is filled with a fine powdered sugar that is colored and flavored kind of sweetly sour. Basically, they are the perfect design for rotten teeth and overly sugar rushing 5 year olds. When I was in elementary school, my friend dared (triple dog dared, actually) me to snort one. I’ve never been so crazily hyper in my life. For those who are concerned, Clomle has assured me that she has escaped the clutches of the evil cyborg goat with the help of my Uncle and a bevy of Thai drag queens. They are now somewhere near the former nation of Tibet drinking yak butter. The things you do for Spashley, Clomle. The things you do.
Wow spencer calling ashley. Cant wait to hear their call. Getting very interesting and exciting.
Wow spencer calling ashley. Cant wait to hear their call. Getting very interesting and exciting.
UGH! clomle, you’re killing me here. I can’t take this anticipation! I love where this story is headed! PMS!!!!
UGH! clomle, you’re killing me here. I can’t take this anticipation! I love where this story is headed! PMS!!!!