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Best For Me – (Chapter: Take a walk on the wildside)
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Spencer tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She’d parked a good ten minutes ago but she kept reaching for the ignition, keys still swinging back and forth as she grabbed them and let go, grabbed them and let go.
‘This is crazy. I’m going home’
But she didn’t start the car and she didn’t move. The wind outside whistled with ferocity and whipped up leaves from the sidewalk. They whirled in a maelstrom, a tornado, flying past the car with intensity and purpose. A tornado carrying Spencer to another place and a whole new… a whole new what?
Swallowing her stomach back into her abdomen she got out of the car and locked the door behind her. She leant against the cold door of the car, feeling the wind brush through her hair. There was a scent carried on it, one that lay against her tongue with a slight acid print and made her think of snow and icicles. Her fingers curled around the metal of the handle, feeling the cold bite into her skin and she pulled up, the give of the spring against her palm. The door was locked and the movement meant nothing but it kept her fixed to the spot. Her eyes shifted to the house across the road, with its warm front porch light and waiting door. There was a knocker in the middle staring back at her as if to say, ‘come on, pound me’.
Pinching the bridge of her nose Spencer wondered what the hell she was doing. She’d called Ashley, asked if she could see her. She’d made the phone call and had endured the surprise from the other end of the line. She’d felt the surge through her when the brunette had invited her over and had wondered if it was relief or pure panic. She’d started this and now she was too damn chicken to follow it through.
‘For god sakes you just wanted somewhere warm with a coffee. Somewhere that was… easy’ This wasn’t easy.
Getting a firm grip on herself Spencer stood up straight, brushed down her shirt, and crossed the road. She made it all the way to the porch and up the stairs, facing the front door, before her nerve died again and she was left standing, rigid and stonelike again. She had raised her hand for the millionth time, ready to knock but never quite making contact. When the door opened. Spencer lowered her hand and grinned sheepishly at Ashley who was leaning against the door frame with a bemused look on her face.
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now now now…what am i to do with you. you call me cruel and then you tease us with nothing more than a touch of the hand. i took time out of typing my next enstallment just to read this…hahah im kidding i loved it as i love all your posts. i look forward to reading them everyday. ill even re-read when im desperate.
“Now I have to limit myself or I’d be a rubber band.” Haha I loved that. This is seriously a great story. But Spencer doesnt need a new take on her marriage. She needs a new relationship… with Ashley would be my preference lol :). Sorry about getting locked in the cellar. You need to find a way out soon, because if your trapped and unable to write I might die. So hurry up and escape so you can post more soon.
Great chapter. But i want more touching than just a hand. LOL spencer needs to get rid of gray. PMS.
Great post as usual. Im loving this but I think the fresh take she needs on her marriage is to “Take” herself out of it.
your 28 days muse will return refreshed (probably from the beating she received from the best of me muse trying to get more time) and i for one enjoy this fic as much as the other, if not more so. i hope you do find bannerman soon…i look forward to the repartee between you two (and goober)as much as the stories you all write. jelly and jam are pretty much interchangeable terms here in the states…and then there are preserves, almost the same as well. i don’t know why there is such repetition for this category of condiment/food. maybe someone should write a story about it…pms.
nonono. Wrong. She does NOT need to work on her maraige. She needs to ‘work’ on ashley. lol Gah, i know…im horrible. lol anyways. PMS and post more asap.
YES Spencer needs a new “hobby”
Great first meeting between the two women. I like Ashley keep things light allowing Spece to open up in her own time. I also like Spencer’s ending conclusion, very realisitic. I’m interesting in her “fresh new outlook” on her marriage.
now now now…what am i to do with you. you call me cruel and then you tease us with nothing more than a touch of the hand. i took time out of typing my next enstallment just to read this…hahah im kidding i loved it as i love all your posts. i look forward to reading them everyday. ill even re-read when im desperate.
“Now I have to limit myself or I’d be a rubber band.” Haha I loved that. This is seriously a great story. But Spencer doesnt need a new take on her marriage. She needs a new relationship… with Ashley would be my preference lol :). Sorry about getting locked in the cellar. You need to find a way out soon, because if your trapped and unable to write I might die. So hurry up and escape so you can post more soon.
Great chapter. But i want more touching than just a hand. LOL spencer needs to get rid of gray. PMS.
Great post as usual. Im loving this but I think the fresh take she needs on her marriage is to “Take” herself out of it.
your 28 days muse will return refreshed (probably from the beating she received from the best of me muse trying to get more time) and i for one enjoy this fic as much as the other, if not more so. i hope you do find bannerman soon…i look forward to the repartee between you two (and goober)as much as the stories you all write. jelly and jam are pretty much interchangeable terms here in the states…and then there are preserves, almost the same as well. i don’t know why there is such repetition for this category of condiment/food. maybe someone should write a story about it…pms.
nonono. Wrong. She does NOT need to work on her maraige. She needs to ‘work’ on ashley. lol Gah, i know…im horrible. lol anyways. PMS and post more asap.
YES Spencer needs a new “hobby”
Great first meeting between the two women. I like Ashley keep things light allowing Spece to open up in her own time. I also like Spencer’s ending conclusion, very realisitic. I’m interesting in her “fresh new outlook” on her marriage.
excellent. excellent. love the pace of this story
excellent. excellent. love the pace of this story
uh no, what spencer NEEDS is Ashley! jeeze shes crazy…post more soon!and hey, bring 28 days back too!
uh no, what spencer NEEDS is Ashley! jeeze shes crazy…post more soon!and hey, bring 28 days back too!
All you need is a fresh new start Spence, drop the poor loser and go after Ashley…*winkwink*…hehe, awesome chapter love!
All you need is a fresh new start Spence, drop the poor loser and go after Ashley…*winkwink*…hehe, awesome chapter love!
Good lord! If I’d known that a mere glimpse at door knockers would make hot woman think “Come on, pound me” I’d have started wearing one around my neck a LONG time ago! Well, sucks that you’re in captivity. Once, I was stuck in a traffic jam with my Uncle and it was awkward because I was 10 and he barely spoke English at that time, but he DID love really bad pop-country. So, I spent 2 hours listening to him sing the biggest hits in completely broken English and it’s scarred me for life. If he starts doing that with you…well, you have my condolences. Did my steel bunny get there yet? Don’t know how it can be of use but its the best I can muster since you sent my monkey army home. Maybe your midgets are on their way back.
Good lord! If I’d known that a mere glimpse at door knockers would make hot woman think “Come on, pound me” I’d have started wearing one around my neck a LONG time ago! Well, sucks that you’re in captivity. Once, I was stuck in a traffic jam with my Uncle and it was awkward because I was 10 and he barely spoke English at that time, but he DID love really bad pop-country. So, I spent 2 hours listening to him sing the biggest hits in completely broken English and it’s scarred me for life. If he starts doing that with you…well, you have my condolences. Did my steel bunny get there yet? Don’t know how it can be of use but its the best I can muster since you sent my monkey army home. Maybe your midgets are on their way back.