SPENCERS’ P.O.V.

It broke my heart so much to see Ashley break down like that. She’s so vulnerable when it comes to her car. That’s why I tried to lure her away from it, but I obviously suck at acting, just as much as I suck at lying because she knew something was up. I can’t believe Emily would do something like this. She seemed so nice, so sweet so…sane, when she and Ashley were dating.

After I cradled her in my arms as she cried into my shoulder in the empty parking lot, I managed to talk her into getting in the car and driving us home. When we first got home her mom questioned what was wrong, Ashley didn’t say anything, I just pointed outside to her car. We’re in my room, lying on my bed, her head resting on my stomach as I run my fingers through her hair. She’s sleeping now. I have to figure out how to fix this.

I look at Ashley sleeping on my stomach, aww, she looks so sad. A small sad frown on her face, accompanied by slightly furrowed eyebrows. I rub her hair one last time and try to slip from under her as subtly as possible. I try to inch from under her and she stirs in her sleep, her fingertips and hair tickling my stomach. I try to hold in my laughter and continue moving from under her. I finally get up and out of bed, successfully without waking her.

I lean over her examining the saddened look on her face. I run my fingers down her cheek and kiss her forehead. As I move away from kissing her, I see her lips turn up in a small smile, softening my heart. I reluctantly pry myself away from her and go to the family computer and search for car repair shops. I print out a few papers and go back to my room to find Ashley waking up.

Ashley: “Where’d you go?” She asks sleepily.

Spencer: “O-oh, I just…b-bathroom.” She looks at me suspiciously. I mentally slap myself for my nervous stutter.

Ashley: “Ok…you suck at lying. So what’d you really do?” She asks waking up more.

Spencer: “What, I can’t pee without you breathing down my neck?” Crap, wrong thing to say.