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    Bittersweet Symphony – (Chapter: Chapter 1 Looking Back)

    Story written on July 8, 2009 by allofmyidolsrdead.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=20748
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    A unique meeting of Spencer and Ashley. This is a bittersweet story with some crazy moments.

    Author Note:
    This is my first post on this board. I have written stories on other boards but Spashley is my fav so I figured I would give it a shot. Pairing is mainly Spashley.

    The definition of bittersweet:
    1. Bitter and sweet at the same time.
    2. Producing or expressing a mixture of pain and pleasure.

    The story is an account of their bittersweet relationship.

    I dont own anything.

    I have completed this story. No worries IF you end up liking the story about it landing in the graveyard.

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    Chapter 1

    The limo pulls up to my parent’s home. Nothing seems to have changed. I wonder if my mother is home, or out saving the world. My father is at the clinic, (his second home) trying to help troubled youth.

    I am taking a sabbatical to get inspired. They say home is where the heart is, so that’s where I am at.

    I have traveled the world. My documentaries have won every award that could be won in 4 short years since I left. Money was so not an issue. I had money to buy houses, cars, and everything my heart desired. Well almost everything. I had been working non stop and I decided it was time to come home and plant some roots.

    The driver brought my bags to my room and I called out for my Mother.

    The house was empty. This house was a gift to my parents. I bought it for them complete with pool. The pool I was about to pay a visit to.

    I grab a suit and begin to swim. The radio is playing and the song Bittersweet Symphony comes on and I find myself lost in a memory.

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    6 years ago

    Junior year

    Another boring Saturday night. I thought that I was so cool. So damn cool.

    Getting invited to a college party? Cool. Getting hit on by college guys and girls? Cool. Acting without consequence officially for the first time (sneaking drinks from Dad’s study doesn’t count)? Cool. Nearly falling head over heel’s at first sight. Not cool.

    And I didn’t ‘nearly’ fall either. That’s a little white lie, I tell quite a bit. I fell hard.

    It was so hot that night. I was waiting on Glen, who is a mega popular jock in his first year of college, as he got ready for yet another party. He’s my big brother and never tires of pointing out that fact. Another party that I was NOT invited to since I am still a junior in high school.

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