"So, how did you know you had feelings for girls?"
"Well, it’s the same feeling you have for guys. And you know when you’re a lesbian when you have sexual feelings for them, why?"
"Oh, um, just wondering. I’ve never had a gay friend before." Wow, fuck me! Our friendship can get very interesting then. But what if I scare her away because she later thinks lesbians are creepy?

"Ha, wow. Was being gay not allowed back in Ohio or something?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
"Wow, are you serious!? That’s so wrong."
"What do you mean?" Jesus Christ, is this an interview or something? Am I her little school project? Damn.Imma be nice though and answer since she’s fucking hot.

"Well, I think it’s wrong to judge people on what they believe or how they feel or what they are. Like people judge people on religion, race, and sexual orientation. Sure, people may disagree on what they believe in but just leave it at that. Don’t discourage anyone from being themselves. So if anyone back in your town felt as they were gay, they couldn’t be themselves or they’d be shunned or something. Very fucked up."

Spencers POV

Wow, Ashley must of read my thoughts or she’s reading my diary or something.

"You are so completely right!" I exclaim.
"So you don’t think I’m a freak or anything?" In bed, probably.

"Nope."
"Okay good."
"Why is that good?" Maybe she likes me. Should I tell her how I feel? Should I tell her how I think I’m gay? She stutters a little bit. She’s opening her mouth but no words are coming out.

"Ah, well. Ha! Yeah, you know. Cause, yeah." I rise one eyebrow up in confusion.

"Uhm, okay? Because I totally understood every word you just said?" I say sarcastically. She shoves me which makes me fall sideways on the bed. I sit back up."Jeez, I was kidding! Haha, you’re strong, damn."

"Haha that’s what 6 months of kickboxing gets yah."
"You did kickboxing?"
"Yeah, my therapist said it’s good to relieve stress and anger. Every once in a while I go to the gym and punch the shit out of a punching bag. Better then fucking up some random girl at school."
"Physically or sexually?"

"Hmm." She winks at me, stands up and walks over to her radio. Fuck me hard! As she switches stations she asks, "So how is it being a child of God, Yaweh, Jesus, what ever you call him?" I had to laugh at this.