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    Completely Incomplete – (Chapter: 19)

    “Friends hold hands,” she declared. I couldn’t think of anything coherent to say, so I just nodded. But I wasn’t entirely sure about that statement. “T.v.?”

    “O-okay,” I stammered. She grinned and grabbed the remote, flipping it to America’s Next Top Model.

    “I love this show!”

    “You would,” I teased, feeling like I was gaining some of my confidence back. She smiled and leaned back, and I allowed myself to do the same as I eased into this situation. We sat there for awhile, our hands still intertwined, and eventually I began to get pretty sleepy; early wakeups don’t do much for my energy supply. Sometime after my 4th or 5th yawn, Ashley took notice and caught my eye. She patted her shoulder with her free hand and smiled, as if to say ‘it’s okay.’ And I figured it was. I leaned my head on her shoulder, letting the familiarity of this gesture ease my nerves at the situation at hand. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

     

    I’m not quite sure what woke me up, but it did happen. And I soon noticed that not only was Ashley still in my apartment, but my arms were now wrapped around her body, and I was still leaning on her… and she was still wide awake. Not to mention the fact that her right arm was now draped across my waist. My first instinct was to get up and move away as quickly as possible. But for some reason, I didn’t. So instead of moving, I left my head in its current position in the crook of Ashley’s shoulder, and spoke.

    “Hey…” I said feebly, almost in a whisper. I felt her jump a bit upon discovering I was awake, but after the initial surprise, she calmed down. She traced her fingers lightly across my back.

    “Hey sleepy.”

    “What time is it?”

    “Mmm, around 1:30, I think,” she replied. “You comfortable?” Something about that statement made me feel pretty embarrassed; I immediately let go of her and sat up straight. “Hey… where are you going?”

    “I’m sorry.”

    “Why are you sorry?”

    “Because… I fell asleep… like that,” I stammered out, the ‘we’re just friends’ mantra repeating itself in the back of my head.

    “It’s fine. You were keeping me warm,” she assured me with a smile. “Now come back, ‘cause it’s cold in here.” Maybe it was the fact that I really was comfortable in that position. Or it might have been the secretly pleading look I saw in Ashley’s eyes at her request… perhaps I just wanted to be close to her. But I gave in and assumed my former position, arm-wrap and all.

    “Don’t you want to go to sleep, too?”

    “That might be a good idea,” she laughed.

    “Isn’t it going to be a little hard like this?”

    “Probably.”

    “We could move.”

    I felt her nod; I let go again and stood up this time, stretching out my back a little. She followed as I began walking towards my bedroom. I opened up a drawer and pulled out some comfortable clothes to wear to sleep, both for her and for me, and I tried not to look as she stripped down to her underwear to put them on. Changed and ready, I pulled back the blankets on my bed and got in. On instinct, I scooted all the way over to the far side of the bed but was immediately met with protest.

    “Come back,” she said. “I’m still cold.” Something told me she’d be saying that even if we were burning up in 100-degree heat. But I obliged and moved a little closer to her, still leaving at least 6 inches of space between us. “I don’t have cooties, Spence. I promise.” I smiled, although she wouldn’t have been able to see it in the darkness of the room. I moved even closer, stopping when I felt my arm brush against hers. She turned on her side a moment or so after the contact, and with a new burst of courage, I pressed myself up against her back. Yes… we were actually spooning. And just when I thought the situation wouldn’t be able to push us further from the platform of friendship, she grabbed my arm and wrapped it around herself, kissing my hand before she let go. “Much better.”

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    Comments

    1. As always, great post. Nice to hear from you. I think that probably my favorite thing about my story is that, eventhough it’s told from spencer’s POV, it is still clear what ashley’s feelings toward her are. Like the little things that ashley does, arm linking, longer than normal hugs and subtle innuendo, it all lets us know exactly how she feels about spencer. Anyway, post more soon. i can’t wait to see what happens next.

    2. Hi, Clark here again. I must say the only that pulled me out of bed was this update. wanted to give it a read. and tell you once again how great you are. would go into more detail, but this migraine is killing me. wish i had some one to spoon me.

    3. As always, great post. Nice to hear from you. I think that probably my favorite thing about my story is that, eventhough it’s told from spencer’s POV, it is still clear what ashley’s feelings toward her are. Like the little things that ashley does, arm linking, longer than normal hugs and subtle innuendo, it all lets us know exactly how she feels about spencer. Anyway, post more soon. i can’t wait to see what happens next.

    4. Hi, Clark here again. I must say the only that pulled me out of bed was this update. wanted to give it a read. and tell you once again how great you are. would go into more detail, but this migraine is killing me. wish i had some one to spoon me.

    5. Excited wriggle de clomle! Spooning Yeah. Oh no, Ash has to go home in the morning. That sucks. That sucks so much. Oh oh oh oh oh oh how I don’t want that to happen. And how much I feel it has to for the flow of the story. Sigh. I love you kozmic, for posting, for writing this incredible story, and for making me forget about my splitting headache for the time it took me to read it. Can I market you as a headache cure?

    6. Excited wriggle de clomle! Spooning Yeah. Oh no, Ash has to go home in the morning. That sucks. That sucks so much. Oh oh oh oh oh oh how I don’t want that to happen. And how much I feel it has to for the flow of the story. Sigh. I love you kozmic, for posting, for writing this incredible story, and for making me forget about my splitting headache for the time it took me to read it. Can I market you as a headache cure?

    7. i was just thinking about hows there was no way you could get any more amazing, and then you go and post that! gosh, way to prove me wrong time after time!

    8. i was just thinking about hows there was no way you could get any more amazing, and then you go and post that! gosh, way to prove me wrong time after time!

    9. Great chapter! I really wish ash didn’t have to leave soo soon! They’re still totally inlove with each other, it’s driving me nuts! In a good way though =D I can’t wait for the next chapter!

    10. Great chapter! I really wish ash didn’t have to leave soo soon! They’re still totally inlove with each other, it’s driving me nuts! In a good way though =D I can’t wait for the next chapter!

    11. ooo america next top model is one of my guilty pleasures too. heh. i so love when ash said this was her second best decision and then told spence what was the first. so so sweet. and isnt it much sweeter when you have the second chance to start over or be friends again with someone you lost before? :D

    12. ooo america next top model is one of my guilty pleasures too. heh. i so love when ash said this was her second best decision and then told spence what was the first. so so sweet. and isnt it much sweeter when you have the second chance to start over or be friends again with someone you lost before? :D

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