Spencer sat on the curb by the bus entrance, the bell had rung several minutes ago and she knew she’d have to call home sooner or later to get the go ahead for dinner at the Davies’ residence. Licking her lips she fiddled with the phone between her fingers, her index running over the worn out numbers which connected to her home. She briefly wondered if she should just tell Ashley no, her parents wouldn’t allow it and save the minutes on her phone but knew that would be wrong, a lie and she knew she really did want to go to dinner and meet the other people in Ashley’s immediate life.

“Hey dad…” she spoke up so he could hear her over the crowd of students filing out and getting on buses or heading to the parking lot, “I was wondering if I could go over to Ashley’s for dinner?”

“I don’t see why not. As long as you get your homework done.”

“I promise it’ll be the first thing we do when we arrive at her house.”

This pleased her father a great deal and with a ‘love you’ said back and forth she hung up. Standing she shouldered her bag and went to meet Ashley at her car hoping the girl didn’t take off yet thinking Spencer may be dropped off at her house later for said dinner.

But she hadn’t. The blonde smiled as she saw Ashley, seat reclined, music up and windows down. Her head bobbing to the beat and her lips moving with the words. So carefree and innocent. Trying not to laugh she knocked on the window of the passenger side door making the brunette jump out of her seat.

“Geeze Spencer give a girl a heart attack why don’t you.” instead of coming out irritated her voice had a snappy playful banter to it, “Hope in.”

Spencer quickly obliged, buckling up she stared straight ahead, “We have to do our homework right when we get there.” she spoke evenly earning a groan from the other girl as she drove out of the parking lot.

　

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The mansion seemed bigger than when her bus passed by or when her dad drove the family by on their way to church every Sunday. The grass was neatly cut, an inch in all directions, while the trees and shrubs had been cut and shaped nicely. Definilty a rich neighborhood. Probably had someone come by every other day or so to do it.