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    Changes – (Chapter: 5)

    Story written on January 15, 2007 by DECONSTRUCTxME.
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    hmmm Football

    Chelsea sighed in annoyance. "Spencer, get over it. I heard all about Megan practically doing it with Nicole last night. That bitch should be the last thing on your mind right now. Now quick, give me all the sordid details of your night of love with Ashley! You know you wanna."

    Spencer smiled. "It was pretty amazing. The way her hands felt.. Mmm…  She paused.  No! I’m not gonna do this! She has a girlfriend, Chels."

     "Obviously not someone she actually cares about." Chelsea retorted. "Besides, you’ve been tragically in love with her your whole life! I think you deserve a little sexy fun with the girl."

     "I don’t know." Spencer sighed. "I really need to think about everything some more. Spencer’s brain went on hiatus last night and it’s just now arriving back from it’s extended vacation.  A piercing jolt got her out of her seat and headed towards the cabinet in a desperate search for medication.  Also, I think it brought home a construction crew. Right now they’re drilling holes in my cerebellum!"

     "I guess I’ll let you go rest before the big game, then. Get ready to shout and cheer and tumble, buddy!" Chelsea replied.

    Spencer’s stomach did another queasy back flip. "Ugh. Bye."

     "Later."

    Spencer washed down her pills with a large glass of water. Now, if she could just get a few hours more sleep in before tonight, she’d be golden.

     "Spencer, are you home?" Kyla shouted from the foyer. "I brought home some awesome seafood and cream cheese puffs I’m thinking about serving at the wedding. I need you to be my taste-tester." She entered the kitchen and approached Spencer.

    Kyla stuck the gelatinous mixture under Spencer’s nose. "I’m not sure they smell quite right… and they look a little goopy to me. What do you think?" She questioned.

    Spencer put a hand over her mouth and ran for the nearest bathroom.

     "Hey, you can’t get out of your duties that easily. You’re the Maid of Honor, Missy! I also need do you to try out these little oyster shooters!" Kyla called down the hall. She popped one in her mouth. "Mmm. Not bad."

    ***

    Not bad at all. Ashley thought to herself as she gazed down the rows of bleachers to the football stadium below. Her Spencer looked like every human beings wet dream come true in her little cheerleading uniform.
    She smiled to himself. Her Spencer. She liked the way that sounded.
    Ashley had ended up coming to the game by herself. Both Kyla and Aiden had been struck ill by some nasty food poisoning, quite possibly from the seafood Kyla had been trying to stuff down everyone’s throats. The last time she’d seen Kyla, her head was so far down the toilet bowl one good flush would’ve sent her straight down the pipes. Ashley was sure as hell glad she was allergic to crab.

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    3. Megan needs a slap… and Ash should totally do the honours. She can then go and sort out Nicole, and afterwards her and Spencer can ride off into the sunset! Or ride each other in the sunset… either one. Love this story… the shallowness makes me laugh. I’ve got a couple of mates who are cheerleaders at my uni – they’re English though, so nothng like the girls who cheer for American Football! thank fuck! ;-) lol. more soon please! Jxx

    4. damn straight its not over! lol. BEST part… “she wanted her- NOW! she was going to drag spencer to the nearest janitors closet and do things to her that were considered illegal in 48 states.” hahahahaha TOO great!! another amazing update to the AMAAAAZING story! god. i cant waaait to see where you take it next.

    8. Megan needs a slap… and Ash should totally do the honours. She can then go and sort out Nicole, and afterwards her and Spencer can ride off into the sunset! Or ride each other in the sunset… either one. Love this story… the shallowness makes me laugh. I’ve got a couple of mates who are cheerleaders at my uni – they’re English though, so nothng like the girls who cheer for American Football! thank fuck! ;-) lol. more soon please! Jxx

    9. damn straight its not over! lol. BEST part… “she wanted her- NOW! she was going to drag spencer to the nearest janitors closet and do things to her that were considered illegal in 48 states.” hahahahaha TOO great!! another amazing update to the AMAAAAZING story! god. i cant waaait to see where you take it next.

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