Spencer was at the King High parking lot and saw Ashley pull up in her black Porsche. Ashley got out of the Porsche.  “Hey Spence,” Ashley said as she walked towards her. 

“Hi, Ashley,” Spencer said with a smile. 

“Welcome back,” stated Ashley.  “It was really lonely without being able to talk to you.”

“Thanks it’s good to be back,” Spencer responded.  “I’m surprised you didn’t get sick from when I kissed you the other day.”  Spencer let out a light chuckle.  Ashley looked uncomfortable with the subject, but Spencer didn’t realize that.

“Well, just be grateful that I have an excellent immune system,” said Ashley.

“Is that by you taking your Flintstone vitamins and drinking orange juice?” Spencer teased.

“Yeah,” admitted Ashley with a chuckle. 

“I missed you,” Spencer said.  Spencer placed a light kiss on Ashley’s lips.  Ashley let Spencer’s lips linger on her own for a moment and pulled back from the kiss.

“Could we talk?” asked Ashley with curiosity. “It’s really important.”

“The worst words in the English language,” Spencer noted with a sigh.  “About what do you want to talk about?”

“You know about what,” Ashley stated.  “You kissed me twice in the last couple of days.”

“What are you twelve?” asked Spencer trying to lighten the situation, but had a feeling that she knew what Ashley was going to know this.

“No, but I do know this,” Ashley began.  “W-we can’t be together.”  Spencer felt like she had taken a bullet to the heart.  “I’m sorry.  It’s the way it has to be.”

“You like Madison, don’t you?” concluded a dejected Spencer.  “Is it because she didn’t get knocked up at fifteen and isn’t still carrying baby weight?”

“What?” Ashley questioned in disbelief.  “It’s not even about her!  It has nothing to do with you having a daughter or baby weight.  I don’t care about that.  It’s about me, alright?” 

“What about you?” asked a confused Spencer.

“Let’s drop it, okay?” Ashley sighed. “Forget that I said anything to begin with.  It wasn’t important to begin with.”

“I get to hear an explanation,” pointed out Spencer angrily.  “Do you like me or what?”

“You already know the answer to that,” Ashley responded simply.

“No, I don’t,” retorted Spencer.  “When I really think about it, what do I really know about you?  You know my life story, but what do I know about you, Ashley?”