[b] Part One D [/b]

[b][u] Darkshines [/u][/b]

An hour later, Spencer sat staring at the bright orange wall in front of her. They had sat there listening to the iPod play Ashley’s playlist of sad and hopeless songs. Ashley had not let go of Spencer’s hand, and Spencer couldn’t help but be amazed at how soft and smooth the older girl’s hand. She was inebriated at the smell the girl had, vanilla and cinnamon. The spicy sweet smell had drifted up into Spencer’s nose and makes her woozy. Ashley had laid her head on Spencer’s shoulders. Spencer didn’t know if the older girl was asleep or not, she was too scared to move.

She had let her thoughts drift off from the frightening thoughts of her past and to the thoughts the girl next to her.

She was sitting next to [b]the[/b] Ashley Davies, something she had only fantasized about, something millions of girls have fantasized about. She had always stared at the pictures of her or fined different things off the internet about her and it make her stomach churn with want. She remembered sitting in hew Ohio home, a month after finally coming home, and listening to Ashley’s music on her iPod. Her mother had given her a gift card for iTunes to fill up her iPod with music and there was this ad to listen to the brunette’s music.

The music, soft and lovely, to techno and rocking, to real and hopeless, had all spoken to the blonde in some way. She felt connected to the girl. Spencer remembered sitting against her bed with her ear buds in her ear, and thinking that if the rocker had ever gave a small town girl a chance that they would hit it off.

Now, she didn’t feel the same way about the older girl. After knowing her for a couple weeks, more like not knowing her, her opinion of the girl had changed. Spencer wasn’t trying to be judgmental, but when someone walks around all high and mighty with a stick up their asses and not care about their children makes the blonde dislike them a little.