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I don’t get you.
An aching tingle crawled across her forehead and back past her hairline, spreading the headache to her scalp, where it split off in several directions and slid down to the back of her neck. Her temples seemed to vibrate, painful throbs tearing through her head, and she brought her hands up to cover them with her palms. She pressed in on them tightly to keep them from pounding out of her head, and tried to stop herself from thinking too much, hoping to bring down the level of pain. The emptiness dulled the pain just as planned, and made it more bearable. She removed her hands gratefully, and slowly allowed herself to begin thinking again, trying not to push herself into pondering anything just yet, in case the headache was attacking that particular action.
Another wave of pain ripped her train of thought from its tracks, sending it careening into an empty field of randomized memories that she had simply forgotten, as well as some she’d forced herself to forget. She was good at storing them away, but, when the train found them, there was no way of keeping them out; the passengers always kept their doors open. The floods of memories all came rushing back, pouring into the train and overflowing its carriages. They filled her mind, intensifying the headache as her mind juggled so many thoughts at once. They covered the windows, blocking her view and impairing her senses further. She couldn’t see, couldn’t tell what was going on.
That was how it crashed.
It collided harshly with one of the much bigger, more vivid memories, and was overtaken completely. The memory swallowed her thoughts whole, like a giant in the mountains, and Spencer was forced to relive every agonizing second of it.
I can’t forget what you’ve forgotten, all along.
She had been brooding all morning, mulling over the idea that she had been broken up with. Over the phone, Aiden had very clearly stated, “It’s over.” No static, no dropped calls, no doubt about it. Spencer was in a state of disbelief, and could barely bring herself to choke out any sort of reply. He’d quickly hung up, clearly not wanting any sort of reply that Spencer could offer, and the girl had to restrain herself from dialing 0, and calling into the receiver, “Operator, is it true?”
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Hey,Are you going to finish this story? Please finish because I can’t believe Ashley was so cruel. It makes you wonder if she would’ve done that if she met Spencer that way. Because she cut alot of girl’s off after sex…I think. But, please finish this or have some sweet girl kiss Spencer and make her feel better. I al most cried because this is how my first time was;(You made me wanna cry on a friday! How mean! PMS PLS
Hey,Are you going to finish this story? Please finish because I can’t believe Ashley was so cruel. It makes you wonder if she would’ve done that if she met Spencer that way. Because she cut alot of girl’s off after sex…I think. But, please finish this or have some sweet girl kiss Spencer and make her feel better. I al most cried because this is how my first time was;(You made me wanna cry on a friday! How mean! PMS PLS
OMG! You’ve got to continue. You’re going to contiue right? You’d better! =) This was a really good post. One of the better ones, actually.
you have to continue this ash that was mean longer
you have to continue this ash that was mean longer
Okay, so I left a big long comment and it got eaten. I’ll try again…. So, this was fabulous. If you choose to continue, great, but if you don’t, I understand. This fic is perfect as it stands. You capture each character and their actions perfectly. Poor Spencer – not understanding what she wants until she gets it with someone who is really perfect for her, but they’ll never know. And, though it went unspoken in this fic, poor Ashley. We know she’s hurting inside, too. If only she would’ve opened her eyes and seen Spence for what she is. Their love was so close, yet so distant. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I love it.
Hey,Are you going to finish this story? Please finish because I can’t believe Ashley was so cruel. It makes you wonder if she would’ve done that if she met Spencer that way. Because she cut alot of girl’s off after sex…I think. But, please finish this or have some sweet girl kiss Spencer and make her feel better. I al most cried because this is how my first time was;(You made me wanna cry on a friday! How mean! PMS PLS
Hey,Are you going to finish this story? Please finish because I can’t believe Ashley was so cruel. It makes you wonder if she would’ve done that if she met Spencer that way. Because she cut alot of girl’s off after sex…I think. But, please finish this or have some sweet girl kiss Spencer and make her feel better. I al most cried because this is how my first time was;(You made me wanna cry on a friday! How mean! PMS PLS
OMG! You’ve got to continue. You’re going to contiue right? You’d better! =) This was a really good post. One of the better ones, actually.
you have to continue this ash that was mean longer
you have to continue this ash that was mean longer
Okay, so I left a big long comment and it got eaten. I’ll try again…. So, this was fabulous. If you choose to continue, great, but if you don’t, I understand. This fic is perfect as it stands. You capture each character and their actions perfectly. Poor Spencer – not understanding what she wants until she gets it with someone who is really perfect for her, but they’ll never know. And, though it went unspoken in this fic, poor Ashley. We know she’s hurting inside, too. If only she would’ve opened her eyes and seen Spence for what she is. Their love was so close, yet so distant. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I love it.
pleeaasseee tell me this wasnt a one-shot..please…i really hope u continue it…
pleeaasseee tell me this wasnt a one-shot..please…i really hope u continue it…
I really like this version of how they meet! cracking one shot, and could be a brilliant start to a story. gonna carry on? I think people want you to ;-) I know I do.
I really like this version of how they meet! cracking one shot, and could be a brilliant start to a story. gonna carry on? I think people want you to ;-) I know I do.
Fantastic! I would just suggest a bit more dialogue in the next post (Because you ARE going to post AREN’T YOU?! :P)
Fantastic! I would just suggest a bit more dialogue in the next post (Because you ARE going to post AREN’T YOU?! :P)
Your going to write more to this story right? I hope you do. Wow that shocks me that ashley was mean to spencer.
Your going to write more to this story right? I hope you do. Wow that shocks me that ashley was mean to spencer.
Don’t you love it when conveniently talented writers happen to stroll on by, drop one hell of a story, and then knock you out of your socks. It’s a good thing for me that i wasn’t wearing any socks, but you left me with my jaw on the floor anyway. You need no help with your fiction. That was somewhat perfect. I’m in total agreement with goober (and not just cos she’s my friend and she’ll beat the living crap out of me if I don’t agree with her), this fic is perfect as it stands and don’t let anyone push you if you want to leave it that way. As a fellow fic writer I understand the perfection of a one parter. But if you choose, out of your own soul, to continue, I shall be first in line going “oh yeah, baby YEAH!”. In a slightly less dodgy way than it first sounds when you read it out loud. Spencer finally reaching fulfilment. Ashley cold because it was.. dare I say it, awesome and she’s scared. MMm.. more Spashley sex… and some.. oh well, we’ll see eh :) If you don’t do more of this, how about starting another? I’ll read it and i promise to comment :)
Don’t you love it when conveniently talented writers happen to stroll on by, drop one hell of a story, and then knock you out of your socks. It’s a good thing for me that i wasn’t wearing any socks, but you left me with my jaw on the floor anyway. You need no help with your fiction. That was somewhat perfect. I’m in total agreement with goober (and not just cos she’s my friend and she’ll beat the living crap out of me if I don’t agree with her), this fic is perfect as it stands and don’t let anyone push you if you want to leave it that way. As a fellow fic writer I understand the perfection of a one parter. But if you choose, out of your own soul, to continue, I shall be first in line going “oh yeah, baby YEAH!”. In a slightly less dodgy way than it first sounds when you read it out loud. Spencer finally reaching fulfilment. Ashley cold because it was.. dare I say it, awesome and she’s scared. MMm.. more Spashley sex… and some.. oh well, we’ll see eh :) If you don’t do more of this, how about starting another? I’ll read it and i promise to comment :)