Ch. 3-Crash Course with Destiny

Spencer’s POV, move to LA in 6 hours

Glen and Clay were both in the living room playing some war video game when I walked in. I knew this conversation wasn’t going to be easy, but it was something that needed to be said before the move to LA. I walked into the room and sat down on the couch, with Clay immediately to my left, and Glen was to the left of him. “Hey… um guys?” I asked trying to get their attention. Clay was the first one to notice something was up, naturally.

“What’s wrong Spencer?” I heard him say. Now that Glen heard that something was wrong, I had his attention as well.

“Well, it’s about someone in LA…” I began “I’ve had these… dreams…”

“What kind of dreams sis?” Glen asked, sounding interested but not concerned.

“Well there’s this amazing girl named Ashley…” and I told them the story of the amazing brunette, and how much I wanted to be with her, and everything else that was in my dreams. Then I went on to tell them about the instant messaging, and finding out it was the person in my dreams.

“No fucking way!” Glen yelled. He sounded as if he was amazed and happy at the same time. Of course he wasn’t concerned either, it was just his way to not be concerned. Clay, however, was actually worried.

“Are you sure their the same person?” he asked skeptically. “There’s no way, there needs to be an explanation.” There goes Clay, the smart one in the family.

“Who cares if there is an explanation?” Glen interrupted. “This is sweet, our baby sis is all grown up.”

“I can’t believe you guys aren’t ready to go.” Aurther yelled as he walked into the living room. “You guys should be packing, I need to get the TV so…” As he unplugged the TV there was an uproar from the two brothers. Ignoring the yells of discontent, he continued packing the essentials into the mover.

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I was sitting in the police station giving my testimony of what happened. Apparently, a drunk driver had slammed into the phone booth I was using. After being thrown out of the booth, a bystander saw the accident and called for an ambulance. I had been rushed o the hospital, barely conscience, and been diagnosed with a minor concussion. The drunk driver had been jailed, and I would be free to go. I was told that I would have a painful headache for the next few days, but nothing would be permanent. I was just finishing giving my testimony to the police. They had kept me all morning, after I got out of the hospital. After several hours of questioning, I was free to go. My car had been towed, at the expense of the drunk driver, and I called for a cab to go retrieve it. It must’ve been at least 7AM before I got my car and was on my way back home.

Damn, I thought after getting behind the wheel of my car and beginning the long drive home. So, Spencer is real after all. I can’t wait to tell Ashley, too bad my phone is completely fucked up after the crash. I’ll need to tell her in person once I get home. This was one hell of a trip!

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One day later, the Carlin’s are in their new home, Spencer’s POV

**The new house was amazing. I’m glad that we were still in a similar house. I walked in through the front door to be greeted by a staircase on the left hand side, on the right was the kitchen, and straight ahead was the dinning room and the Living room. As I walked upstairs I saw where the bedrooms would be. Mine was the second door on the left. I threw my suitcases in my room and began to unpack. I had my very own bathroom! This house was going to be great.**

Once I had unpacked almost all of my stuff, which took a few hours, I walked downstairs to see how everyone else was doing. Glen was already done unpacking. Knowing him he probably didn’t do anything but unpack his video games. “Hey dad, we should go check out the school. Class would be going right now, and we could get to know where all our classes are.”

“That’s a great idea sis!” Glen piped in. “I wanna come with!”

“Fine,” my dad said, “Just be home by 5 o’clock, OK?”

“OK,” we both answered at the same time, and ran out to the car to check out our school. What Glen didn’t know was that the main thing I was interested in was this girl, who said she was going to the same school I would be going to. Apparently Glen was reading my mind because after he began to drive off he started talking.

“Maybe we might even see your little dream-girl, huh sis?”

“Yea…” I said, deep in thought, “maybe…” I was now on a crash course with destiny.