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Underneath the Surface – (Chapter: Chpt. 3)
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When she opened the front door, she yelled, “I’m home!” while being greeted first by the welcoming smell of her dad’s famous homemade lasagna.
The blonde shut the front door and walked straight down the hallway towards the kitchen.
“Hey Spence,” Mr. Carlin said, smile on his face, and kiss the cook apron wrapped around his waist.
“Hey Dad,” Spencer replied, returning the smile and kissing her father on the cheek as she grabbed a stool and sat at the homemade bar, watching her father work his magic in the kitchen.
“How was school?” he asked as the oven beeped, indicated it was time to take something out.
“Same old, same old. Pretty much. Oh, I got assigned this huge project in Mrs. Trumbalt’s class. I don’t know how I feel about that yet,” Spencer said, getting up to grab bottled water out of the fridge.
“Really? What kind?” her father asked as he grabbed two plates, and started loaded them up with lasagna and garlic bread.
Spencer thought for a moment with eyebrows creasing, deciding on how to answer the question before replying; “It’s kind of hard to explain. It’s a video project…We have to work with assigned partners to show on film what their life is like I guess. Its some type of perspective thing.”
“Oh, that actually sounds fun,” Mr. Carlin said, pouring two glasses or tea & sitting down at the dinner table across from his daughter.
The two said grace really quickly, and then began to dig into the food.
“What’s your partner like?” he added, taking a sip of his tea.
The blue-eyed girl chuckled a little bit & simple shrugged her shoulders. “& that’s the million dollar question.”
Father & daughter continued to eat & share how their days went.
Afterwards, Spencer volunteered to clean up the kitchen while her father went & watched some TV.
She had just loaded & started the dishes when her phone went off, vibrating loudly.
It wasn’t a number the blonde recognized, but something told her to answer it anyway.
“Hello?” she said into the receiver.
“Hey, is this Spencer?” a raspy female voice replied.
“Yeah..Ashley right?” the blonde questioned, subconsciously feeling the need to move out of the kitchen & someplace more private.
“Right…Look I know you’ve probably got a very busy schedule but I think we should go ahead & get a jump on this project. I’ve got other things to do & I don’t know about you but I could really use a good grade on this project,” Ashley commented.
“Oh, ok well that’s totally fine with me. When were you thinking?” the blue-eyed teen asked, making her way up the stairs & to her bedroom, telling herself mentally that the other girl would say maybe Monday or some day next week.
To her surprise, Ashley quickly asked, “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Uh…” the blonde said, stumbling at first with words because she just wasn’t expecting to be asked about working together so soon.
The brunette interjected; “I mean if you’re busy its fine. I just wanted to start as soon as possible.”
“No, its ok. I just wasn’t-, never mind. I can do tomorrow. What time because I’ve got practice until 12 tomorrow afternoon?”
“How about 2pm tomorrow at my place? Sound good?” The brown-eyed girl asked.
“Yeah, sure,” Spencer replied. “Uh wait, I don’t know where you live.”
There was a pause in which the blonde could hear what sounded like a drill used for working on cars.
“I’ll text you the address tomorrow,” Ashley said, then quickly said bye & disconnected.
“Ok then,” Spencer said out loud as she tossed her phone on the bed & went into the bathroom to start the shower. “Tomorrow it is then.”
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I just caught up… I have been looking for a good story to read. So far, I like it(: Can’t wait.