“Mooom.” Spencer whined that Friday after school. “But I don’t want to stay with Dad this weekend.” Paula only shook her head.

“You agreed to it Spence. He’s already expecting you.” Paula said as she did the dishes.

“Just tell him I’m busy or something…” Spencer was once again cut off with Paula shaking her head.

“Look Spence,” Paula said, turning to face Spencer. “Glen has gone off to college and you stay here with me…who does your dad have?” Spencer only had a blank look on her face as she shrugged. Paula sighed. “You Spence. He should have you…even after the divorce.”

Spencer sighed. “Gosh ok. Just make me feel guilty why don’t you?” Paula smiled.

“Great. It’s settled. Your dad will be here in an hour.”

Spencer turned around, mumbling to herself as she walked up the steps. She walked past her own room and went straight to Chelsea’s, Glen’s old room.

“Cheeelseeea.” Spencer said, whining again. Chelsea glanced up from packing her clothes.

“Whhhaaaat?” She said, mocking Spencer.

“Please come with me…” Spencer said, dropping down to her knees beside Chelsea. “Please. I’m begging you!”

“Nope.” Chelsea said, laughing. “I already told you, I’m staying with Sean this weekend.” Spencer stopped whining and looked up at Chelsea, her eyebrow raised.

“For the whole weekend?” Spencer asked. Chelsea nodded before she noticed the look on Spencer’s face.

“Don’t even start it!” Chelsea said, laughing as she finished packing. “It’s not like that.” Spencer shook her head and stood up.

“It’s always like that with boys.” She said, sitting down on Chelsea’s bed. Chelsea paused before sitting down beside her.

“Not him.” Chelsea said, staring off into space. “He’s different.” Spencer gave her a disbelieving look. “I mean, my instincts could be wrong…” Chelsea started.

“They are.” Spencer interrupted her. Chelsea shot her a look. Spencer laughed, holding up her hands. “But hey, there’s nothing wrong with you getting a lil sumthin sumthin.” Chelsea burst out laughing.

“Wow, Spence.” She said. “What do you know about getting a little ‘sumthin sumthin?’”

“Pssh.” Spencer said, getting off the bed. “I know plenty.”

“I believe you.” Chelsea laughed as Spencer left the room.