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Don’t Cry Out. – (Chapter: 4. Guilt and Bliss are my shoulder angels.)
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“Hey there, Emily.”
The contagious smile of the brunette before her spread across her own face quickly, accompanied by unsteady beats of her pounding heart as it fluttered out of her chest and onto the floor. Spencer wondered if she were blushing. She wondered if her smile was too wide. She wondered if she seemed too happy to see the girl, wondered if Ashley noticed the heart flopping about on the floor like a fish out of water, pounding fiercely with nervousness, wondered if she were dreaming. She wondered how long she’d been sitting there wondering, rather than responding to Ashley’s greeting with one of her own.
“Uh, Hi, Ashley.” She said finally, forcing the words out as she retrieved the mug of coffee that had been set before her. She slid it back toward herself as she brunette took the seat across from her with a smile, her own steaming mug in tow.
“Thought it’d be less than a week before you visited. Maybe I was a little too hopeful?” Ashley joked, stirring something into her coffee. Spencer took note of her attire; a simple tank top and some jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a clip, and flour dotted her cheeks and lay haphazardly in random spots up her arms to her elbows. Her hands were nearly covered in the smooth white powder, and there was no sign of an apron; a complete lack of anything uniform-based. Farley Bakery was indeed a welcoming, homey place, even for the employees, it seemed.
“Thought it’d be less than a week before I found this place without getting lost. Maybe I was a little too hopeful?” Spencer joked back good-naturedly, despite how nervous she was. Would she ever get over the feeling?
Probably not.
Her comment, however, had thankfully earned her an amused smile from her companion. “I guess we are sorta hidden.” She tapped her stirring spoon on the side of her mug to shake the moisture that clung to it into the cup, then set it on a napkin. “But I’m glad you eventually found us. Now you’ll never want to leave.”
A smile snaked its way across Spencer’s face just before she took a sip of coffee from her lifted mug. As she put it down, she chanced a glance at the other girl, noticing that she, too, had taken a sip. “Is that so?”
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why do i feel spencers optimism is sooo gonna bite her in the ass….anyway amazing update as they’ve all been …plzzzzz pms…and i read this one sober im proud of myself …lol..pms!!!!
God, I love this fic. Your unabashed creation of characters out of everything from guilt to a piece of paper to a pig shaped cookie is delightful. I particularly liked the Spencer’s worrying over the potential Wonderland affects of her pig cookie. This is one of the few stories that actually makes me laugh out loud at witty comments. And I’m doubley thrilled because I know you write angst well, too. Seriously, your writing is flawless. Keep updating fast! Please! My life depends on it!
nooo! listen to guilt! at least she can dig herself out before she’s entirely burried. i’m pretty sure right now she can still see a little above ground. i hope? aldkfj. apparently, you know where you’re going with this. I, on the other hand, do not, and i don’t see any possible happy ending for them :( please prove me wrong? spashley’s no fun when they end up dead or not together haha. and of course predictable isn’t fun. that’s why your story IS fun. :]
Oh God! I hate Spencer’s lying…but I love it too. How is that possible? I’m in such a state of confusion, and cj4eva is right. It all is gonna come back and bite her squarely in the ass. How I want to see that, I mean Don’t…I mean. Yes, no, yes, no, yes…I absolutely hate you for putting me in this position. Wait, I love you for it…God! Make the annoyong voices shut up, make them stop. I need to make up my mind. Maybe by your next post I’ll have it all sorted out.
please post soon. I was starting to miss you.
Wow spencer is digging herself deeper and deeper. Wehn ashely fines out the truth spencer going to be in big time shit. Great post. PMS
okay, so i miraculously came out of a coma when I saw the update posted. Whew! Luck of the Irish, eh? Anyway, i loved it. Aaannnddd, i can’t gaurauntee another coma, but If you don’t write more soon, then I’ll most likely be mad sad.
why do i feel spencers optimism is sooo gonna bite her in the ass….anyway amazing update as they’ve all been …plzzzzz pms…and i read this one sober im proud of myself …lol..pms!!!!
God, I love this fic. Your unabashed creation of characters out of everything from guilt to a piece of paper to a pig shaped cookie is delightful. I particularly liked the Spencer’s worrying over the potential Wonderland affects of her pig cookie. This is one of the few stories that actually makes me laugh out loud at witty comments. And I’m doubley thrilled because I know you write angst well, too. Seriously, your writing is flawless. Keep updating fast! Please! My life depends on it!
nooo! listen to guilt! at least she can dig herself out before she’s entirely burried. i’m pretty sure right now she can still see a little above ground. i hope? aldkfj. apparently, you know where you’re going with this. I, on the other hand, do not, and i don’t see any possible happy ending for them :( please prove me wrong? spashley’s no fun when they end up dead or not together haha. and of course predictable isn’t fun. that’s why your story IS fun. :]
Oh God! I hate Spencer’s lying…but I love it too. How is that possible? I’m in such a state of confusion, and cj4eva is right. It all is gonna come back and bite her squarely in the ass. How I want to see that, I mean Don’t…I mean. Yes, no, yes, no, yes…I absolutely hate you for putting me in this position. Wait, I love you for it…God! Make the annoyong voices shut up, make them stop. I need to make up my mind. Maybe by your next post I’ll have it all sorted out.
please post soon. I was starting to miss you.
Wow spencer is digging herself deeper and deeper. Wehn ashely fines out the truth spencer going to be in big time shit. Great post. PMS
okay, so i miraculously came out of a coma when I saw the update posted. Whew! Luck of the Irish, eh? Anyway, i loved it. Aaannnddd, i can’t gaurauntee another coma, but If you don’t write more soon, then I’ll most likely be mad sad.
wow i finally caught up with the story and it’s simply amazing!! totally unique and original. but i hate being in spencer’s shoes. like how can she ignore everything that happened and get to know ashley? where’s all her anger? hmmm… and how can ash forgets someone like spencer?? oooh can’t wait for your next one. go go go!!
wow i finally caught up with the story and it’s simply amazing!! totally unique and original. but i hate being in spencer’s shoes. like how can she ignore everything that happened and get to know ashley? where’s all her anger? hmmm… and how can ash forgets someone like spencer?? oooh can’t wait for your next one. go go go!!
Oh Oh Oh (to touch and feel… sorry, the oh oh oh was the first thing I thought, and it’s the start of a mnemonic I learnt to remember the cranial nerves… after the word ‘feel’ it gets dirty). It was good! It was so good! But but but. What happens with the fallout? I’m so scared of the fallout! I’m building a nuclear shelter just so that I won’t DIE from the fallout. This story actually makes me wriggle with discomfort because i KNOW what’s coming. It can’t possibly be pretty. You’re writing is spectacular, as per usual. One request? can we have the paper and stapler couple back… I got kinda fond of them.
Oh Oh Oh (to touch and feel… sorry, the oh oh oh was the first thing I thought, and it’s the start of a mnemonic I learnt to remember the cranial nerves… after the word ‘feel’ it gets dirty). It was good! It was so good! But but but. What happens with the fallout? I’m so scared of the fallout! I’m building a nuclear shelter just so that I won’t DIE from the fallout. This story actually makes me wriggle with discomfort because i KNOW what’s coming. It can’t possibly be pretty. You’re writing is spectacular, as per usual. One request? can we have the paper and stapler couple back… I got kinda fond of them.
I feel so sorry for Spencer for having to lie about herself and everything else in her life. I don’t think this will come back to haunt her. She’ll just look like a big fucking liar. I’m really lovin’ this story.
I feel so sorry for Spencer for having to lie about herself and everything else in her life. I don’t think this will come back to haunt her. She’ll just look like a big fucking liar. I’m really lovin’ this story.
the longer spence goes on with that terrible lie the worse it is going to be in the end! but i must say i do understand her nervousness, it seems like something i would do! people are strangeshe just really needs to tell ashley… nevermind. thatd be very awkward. thanks, ash, for kicking her out!
the longer spence goes on with that terrible lie the worse it is going to be in the end! but i must say i do understand her nervousness, it seems like something i would do! people are strangeshe just really needs to tell ashley… nevermind. thatd be very awkward. thanks, ash, for kicking her out!