“I really don’t see how you could have had your mother give me a shower. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable that was? She wouldn’t look at me and she kept, nudging the soap blindly at me, I mean I was wearing a bathing suit for fuck’s sake… it wasn’t like I was naked.” Ashley took a seat at the picnic table, and Spencer set their lunch trays down, sitting across from her.

The blonde began to laugh.

“It is not funny Spencer Carlin!”

“I love how you are getting upset that my mother didn’t want to stare at your wet semi naked body.”

Ashley glared at her girlfriend. “Don’t say it like that”

“Like what?”

“Don’t try to twist this and make it sound like I wanted her anywhere near me while I was naked. This is not what this is about!”

“What’s it about then?” Spencer giggled, loving the brunette’s absurdity.

“It is about your mother being so completely homophobic that she can’t even look at another girl who isn’t fully clothed. She is so small minded. I mean really what is she going to do when—“ Ashley suddenly realized that they were sitting in a very crowded courtyard at school. She left her sentence unfinished and began to shovel mashed potatoes down her throat.

Spencer sighed and looked over at her girlfriend, it was the first time they had seen each other since the other morning and she hated having to keep her distance from the brunette. “I’m sorry Ash”

Ashley looked up at her, with a mouth full of potatoes; she swallowed and simply nodded her head, noticing Spencer’s sincerity.

Ashley poked at her plate with her fork. “So…” she began, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out later today”

Spencer who had been taking a sip of her soda choked a little bit. Coughing loudly, she looked nervously over at the older girl. “Hang out … or hang out?” she asked.

Ashley’s brows furrowed, “Hang out. You know … is everything alright? You look a little pale”

Spencer rubbed her forehead wearily, “I just, I mean … can we hang out?”

Ashley was now thoroughly confused.

“Is that allowed?” The blonde asked.

“I don’t know it all sounds rather dangerous if you ask me” Ashley replied. “I mean what with the movies we could watch and the boy bands we could discuss … don’t even get me started on how scary it would be to have you braid my hair. I saw your cabbage patch dolls missy … there is no hiding your lack of expertise in the cosmetology department.”