They had plenty of time since Spencer had called her dad on the way over to Ashley’s and asked him to let her sleepover. After a slight hesitation, he caved after hearing Ashley’s voice in the background, figuring that at least she was being honest and not lying to stay at some boy’s house. He was glad she had found such a good friend in LA. Everyone needs someone to get close to. He just had no idea how close.

They woke up spooning, with Ashley in back and Spencer in front despite the slight height difference, which should have made it the other way. Ashley’s arm was wedged beneath Spencer’s neck, though she wouldn’t have known unless she looked since it was totally and completely asleep. As asleep as the girl on top of her arm. Suddenly Spence twisted, first her lower body, then her upper, and finally her head, until she was face to face with Ashley, who had just blinked her eyes awake. Spencer flung her arm around Ashley’s back, hard, and Ashley yelped. Spencer’s eyes flung open, just as vehemently as her arm. When she did something, this girl did it all out. Which was good news for Ashley, she thought to herself.

As Spencer stretched out, she yawned a tremendous yawn, and stretched her arms out with clasped hands, making the comforter slip over the not-so-slight protrusion of her boobs.

“Urggggh” She groaned as she stretched, and then looked down at her exposed chest and laughed a lilting, carefree chuckle, “I’m naaaaaked.” She grabbed the blanket scrunching it up over her head. “What time is it?” came out muffled a few seconds later.

“11:30” Ashley called back in a bemused tone, “PM,” she added, anticipating the next question. Spencer pulled the blanket down so just her head was visible. Her mussed blonde hair made a million little rivulets against the pale green sheet below them.

“Should we talk about before?” Spencer queried skeptically, like she was afraid of the answer.

“I thought I told you before, Baby, talk is overrated.” She leaned over and brushed the askew strands off Spencer’s forehead and they fell to join their fallen comrades on the bed sheets below. Then she kissed her on the forehead and jumped out of bed. Ashley sauntered over to her closet and stepped just inside facing out. She went on her tippy-toes and started to reach for something above the doorframe, something hidden well enough that she had to wobble around a bit to find it. Finally she grabbed it and scurried back to the bed. Spencer had relocated her shirt and put it on and was now sitting in bed, curious to what Ashley had stuffed in her clenched fist.