Spencer’s POV

I’ve been laying here in my bed all day, contemplating if I should go over to Ashley’s tonight. After the altercation that revealed a lot about me and my life, I called Aiden and he picked me up. We went back to the club they had been at while I was at Ashley’s.

 I tried to get drunk but couldn’t get passed my first drink because all I could think about was Ashley and wonder what she thinks about me now. Will she still want me to come over or will she won’t to forget that I ever existed? After we left the club we crashed at Mia’s house, she dropped me off around seven this morning before she headed to work. (I know, how does she party all night then gets up the next day for work, it’s beyond me.) As soon as I walked in the house my grandma was there to read me the law. When she was done, I went to my room and been here all day.

I look over at the clock and its 9pm. Ashley should be out on her back porch now. I get out of bed and head down stairs, telling myself if she’s out there I’ll go over if not… will lets hope she is. I pushed the back door open and step out onto the porch. I close my eyes as turn to look to see if she’s sitting on the porch. I do a little prayer in my head and open my eyes. There she is, feet swinging off the porch, she’s staring at me and before I know it, I’m making my way over to her.

Ashley’s POV

Spencer’s been sitting next to me for the last ten minutes. Every now and then she’ll open her mouth to say something but closes it before any words can escape. I know she’s probably wondering how I feel about everything my brother told me about her, and I want to tell her. I want to tell her that I’m gay to and I have this big crush on her and that it’s okay if she doesn’t want to talk about her family right now. But I just can’t bring myself to speak, even if the girl sitting next to me, makes want to. I’m just glad she came back.

“I’m sorry.” I look at her with confusion written all across my face. And she notice. “For…for not telling you that I’m gay an…” I stop her by putting my hand over hers, she has no reason to apologize, it’s not like I’ve told her a lot about me.

 “I take that as I sign that we’re still friends.” She says referring to my hand on hers. I just smile and nod my head without removing my hand. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how you would react and I like talking to you.” To show her my reaction I move closer to her so were our shoulders are touching and I intertwine our fingers together and place them and my lap. I look up after getting comfortable and she has the biggest smile on her faces I’ve ever seen.

 After a while she starts to tell me about what she did and where she went, when she left last night. And like always I just sit and listen but this time with her hand in mine.

TBC