Spencer: Might as well get this out of the way…

Before the sentence even finished coming from her mouth she realized how awful she must have sounded. He loved her and she loved him, so why was it so hard to speak to him? It wasn’t like she was cheating on him. She obviously wasn’t. And to top things off she wasn’t gay so it didn’t even matter. Right? The voice in her head stayed silent. The phone only rang once before going to voicemail.

Spencer: Hey, it’s me. Just wanted to call and say hi. Classes went well. I hope you’re having a good day.

Spencer went to hit the “end” button before catching herself. Quickly she raised the phone back to her mouth.

Spencer: Miss you!

She closed the phone and walked to her dvd player. Throwing the disk in Spencer lay back on her bed. She fast forwarded thru the credits and stopped as soon as she saw Ashley. Spencer felt the familiar flutter in heart and just starred at the screen. This was the chance she had to stare at the girl without being caught. She starred for so long that she memorized the dimple on her cheek, the curve of her chin, the small tattoo on her wrist and the color of her lips. A knock on her door disrupted her thoughts.

Chelsea peeked her head in and smiled.

Chelsea: Hi.

Spencer: Hey.

Chelsea: I just wanted to see how classes were.

Spencer: They were fine.

Chelsea looked curiously at Spencer.

Chelsea: Are you feeling ok?

Spencer: mmm hmmm.

Chelsea: Because your cheeks are flushed.

Spencer: I’m fine.

Chelsea: Ok, well, I’ll see you later then.

Spencer: Yup.

Before closing the door Chelsea looked to her right and noticed the television.

Spencer’s face got even warmer.

Chelsea: Spence, if you want to get to know her then you should talk to her. I mean this thing was filmed years ago and somehow I doubt she is the same person.

Spencer nodded.

Spencer: Oh yeah. I know.

Chelsea: Ok.

Chelsea left the room and thankfully closed the door behind her. When the coast was clear she hit “play”.

Spencer had watched only an hour worth of footage when she had enough. She hated seeing Ashley like that. Most of the time she was high on coke and when she wasn’t she was crying on bathroom floors. The person looking back at her on the tv was not the Ashley she knew. Hesitantly, she hit “play” again.

She was only minutes into the next part of the dvd when she heard someone clear their throat and quickly she hit “pause”. Looking around, she saw no one. Once again she heard someone, this time they were sighing.

Looking out the window she saw Ashley leaning against the railing.

Spencer had been caught red handed.

Ashley: Something you want to ask me?

TBC…