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Tu Compania – (Chapter: Don't Stress, Girl You Deserve Nothing but the Best)
“SPENCER!!!! Are you ready yet?” Taylor whined from outside of the bathroom door. I looked in the mirror brushing a few pieces of straight blonde hair away from my perfectly lined lips. Flawlessness was always key for me when I went out with Taylor, because god knows that she would bitch me out if my makeup wasn’t perfect.
“Bitch. Please. I’ve been ready.” I answered opening the door and giving her a nice pout. Taylor didn’t try to hide the fact that her eyes were roaming my body as I stepped out into plain view.
“Okay you pass. You don’t look cuter than me,” Taylor said with a wink grabbing my hand and dragging me out into the living room. My skirt was pretty short, even for me but it was club night and that was my only excuse. Patrick was in the kitchen making a sandwich and his eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me.
“Woah.”
“I know I look hot right?” Taylor said grinning at him, winking at me. I rolled my eyes giving my best friend’s hand a squeeze before I let go.
“Does Aiden know you’re going out like that?” Patrick asked skeptically, the tips of his ears burning red. He struggled to keep his eyes on mine but occasionally his gaze dropped down to my bare legs. I stayed in fairly good shape, dancing on the step team and my legs were tan and toned. So I couldn’t really blame him for staring.
“Aiden’s my mother now?” I asked folding my arms across my chest.
“No. Spencer you look,” he paused searching for the word. “So much hotter than Tay.”
“Oh please, it doesn’t get any better than this baby. Spencer is only a less hot version of me. Let me have half of your sandwich please Patricia.”
“We need to go Taylor.” I said checking my watch. It was 11:30 already and if we didn’t leave soon we would have to wait to get inside. She had started tickling Patrick, who had a laugh like a Tickle-Me-Elmo, in order to get his sandwich but he was holding it above her head. If I didn’t know any better and if Taylor wasn’t so gay, they would make a great couple. She squealed as a tomato dropped on her head and ricocheted onto the floor. “Taylor focus! If we go now, I’ll dance with you for a while and make you look good.”
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aww… even drunk spencer is still cute. i love your writing. and this story! keep it up! PMS
niice.. spence is soo gay! lol.. obviously but yeah I like it a lot! can’t wait for the next update. I hope theirs some Ashley/spencer interaction soon! post again soon!
Awesome PMS