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    I Promise… – (Chapter: Chapter 1- The Best Day Of My Life.)

    Story written on September 17, 2007 by meredith rocks.
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    psh, like you’re gunna get one.

    ©"Ashley." Spencer wimpered, while burrying her head into my neck. I lightly began rubbing the small of her back while pulling her closer. Being this close to her, with her halfway on my lap like this, it made my stomache ache. I cannot deny that I am in love with her. Spencer Carlin. The most beautiful, smartest, wonderful..est? girl in the world. Well see now I’m just making up words. I can smell the vanilla scent of her skin, and the Mango-Strawberry shampoo she uses.


    Spencer and I were on the plane, Glen and Clay sitting behind us, and her parents sitting behind them. The plane started taking off and I noticed Sopencer had an unusually tight grip on the armrest. Her eyes were closed and she looked very uncomfortable.

    "Spence?" I said, grabbing her hand. She squeezed my hand rather tightly, but not too tight. "Hey, I’m here, alright? I’ll be here if something happens and I’m not going anywhere." I said kissing her temple. She looked at me, and then burried her head into my sholder/neck. I wrapped my arm around her lower back and pulled the armrest up so she could come closer to me.

    "Stay with me forever, Ashley." She whispered.


    Things like that have been happening lately. Where we act as if we were a couple, but we aren’t. And we’re aware of that. We hug longer than normal friends should, we stare at each other longer, and more often, than normal friends should, and I have a tendancey to hold her hand when we’re alone. When we’re alone she always sits closer to me. I swear once she looked at a magazine with me just to have an excuse to be closer to me. I mean we’ve like.. talked to each other about that kind of stuff. She told me she was confused about herself…..


    "Whats wrong, Spencer? You’ve been distdant for days, and now you’re pacing my floor? I mean pretty soon you’re gunna wear the wood down and fall through it."

    "This isn’t a time to joke, Ashley. Thers something seriously wrong with me." She said sitting on my bed next to me.

    "What is it, Spence?" I asked, pushing some hair behind her ear.

    "That!"

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