Ashley sat on the bed with her back against the wall, facing the television which was turned on to some horror movie. Spencer was next to the brunette, their shoulders brushing against each others.

Spencer took a swig of beer, letting the burning liquid flow down her throat and coat her stomach.  The room wasn’t hot, but with the sweater on her body was on fire and she really needed to get out of it but that would require telling Ashley to get out and she really didn’t want to do that. For the last three hours the two talked and laughed, the older girl making her forget about the school day and how much she wished to be home.

“Spence…Spencer!” Ashley called out once noticing the girl beside her was no longer paying attention to her or the movie.

“Huh, what…sorry I zoned out for a second.”

“I just asked you if you wanted to take off your sweater, you look a little flushed.”

“No, I’m fine.” Spencer forced a smile at the brunette.

“Liar,” Ashley whispered but made sure it was loud enough for Spencer to hear.

“And that means?” Spencer asked getting annoyed and moving away slightly.

This move did not go unnoticed by the brunette, “Just saying…you have sweat on your forehead, so you’re lying about being hot.” Ashley said while bringing her hand up and wiping some moister off Spencer’s forehead. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze that neither could seem to break.

Spencer didn’t understand her attraction to the brunette, her mind and body responding in ways it never had before. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed the way Ashley stared at her, like some hot guy on the prowl at some hot night club. Her lips were trembling, body rigid. A small voice spoke in her head telling her to get away that this was unpure, what she was feeling, and what she was doing…albeit it was only staring but somewhere deep inside her she could feel how wrong this simple act was. Finally she looked away and grabbed her beer taking a huge long sip before turning her attention to the television.