“So you have to tell me – where on earth did you meet that pre-puberty makeup doll?” Spencer asked after she took a bite from her hamburger. After Ashley found out where Spencer was taking her, she insisted going to a diner instead. Spencer caved of course. Who was she to say no? After all, Ashley had a little thing to forget. So if it took feeding the brunette greasy hamburgers, Spencer would feed her greasy heaps of fake meat.

“True story. I met her in the supermarket. We both grabbed the same box of tampons and before we started a bitchfight right there in aisle five, we decided upon sharing the box. And well, one night you’re sharing tampons and the next your screwing each other’s brain out. Before you know it, you’ve got a ring on your finger telling the world your hers.”

Spencer gave Ashley a sceptical look. She wondered if the brunette had escaped a mental institution recently. “How about the truth now, you clown.”

Ashley popped a fry in her mouth and smiled. “Three words then. Pub, drunk and.”

“And what?”

“What? I said three words. Count them and weep, babe.” Ashley laughed and ducked a fry. “No foodfight, Miss Carlin! We’re not in high school anymore in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Shut up.” Spencer smiled and looked down, avoiding Ashley’s eyes. Whenever the brunette would tease her she would get this look in her eyes. It would resurface a lot of feelings Spencer wasn’t ready to face yet. Or maybe to scared to face.

“So Spence, can I ask you something?” Ashley hesitated. Maybe right now wasn’t the right time. She didn’t want to break up the easy vibe they had going on. But she desperately needed to get this out before it drove her crazy.

“Sure. Unless it’s sex. No sex until at least a third date!”

“Damnit!” Ashley laughed but quickly sobered up. “All kidding aside, Spencer. I…” She took a deep breath. Wow, this was gonna be harder than she initially thought. Apparently practicing this in front of a mirror was a lot easier than doing this in person. But Ashley wasn’t one to chicken out. Time to get it over with. “Look, I know I hurt you big time. Major time, even. But, lately, I’ve just… been wondering, hoping that, I guess, one day you could forgive me?” She indented it to be a statement but it came out as a question instead.