“She’s my best friend. I love her too.” I stated plainly sitting down. I didn’t need to defend my love for Liza. I knew who I was already in love with and she was a certain blonde.

We were silent for a few moments and then she laughed some, pulling out the PlayBill and examining it.. “Davies. Your name is Ashley Davies. I’ve wanted to know that for three years now.”

“I still don’t know your last name” I said with a mock frown and she looked away shyly.

“Carlin. Spencer Carlin.” I laughed hysterically at this and she placed a hand on her chest, confused. “What?” she questioned.

“Who are you? James Bond?” I mocked through laughter and she laughed too. She rolled the playbill in her hand, stood and began swatting me with it. I jumped out of the way of the first swing, but the next two connected with my hip. I grabbed for the roll of paper, but she raised it high so that i couldn’t grab it, then brought it down on the top of my head. My hands flew to my head, as if shielding me from the rain and I pouted. We were face to face now and she dropped her arms unable to contain her laughter. I just stared, embarassed and she smiled a brilliant smile.

“So Ashley Davies,” she said suggestively, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. “Can I kiss you?”

I froze right there. I couldn’t believe it. For three years I had waited for this moment, the chance to kiss her, Spencer Carlin, and here it was, staring me in the face. She glanced from my eyes to my lips and back again and my knees almost gave in right then, forget the kiss.

Suddenly the door burst open and Spencer and I flew apart.

“Ashley honey,” my mother started, but she stopped when she saw Spencer. “Oh, hello?” she said with a trademark Christine Davies smile. Spencer returned it all red-faced. “ I don’t believe we’ve met.” she added and Spencer extended her hand.

“Right. I’m Spencer Carlin. Ummm Ashley and I are…friends.”

My mother nodded at this. “Well, I’m Christine, Ashley’s mother.”

Spencer smiled. “I know. You have her eyes.” Once she said this Spencer went as red as a plum and she looked away with wide eyes. My mother only chuckled some glancing from Spencer to me.

“Well, Ashley’s father and I are taking her out to dinner to celebrate. Would you like to join us Spencer?”

Spencer jumped at this, glancing to me for confirmation. I offered none, only smiling dumbly. “Sure,” she said nervously and my mother extended her arm for Spencer to take it. Spencer did.

“Splendid,” my mother yelled a little too loudly and then led Spencer toward the door. “Come on Ashley,” she called as an afterthought.

When the two of them reached the doorway and turned, my mother eyed me suspiciously. I only shrugged. This was all happening so fast. They were gone in a flash. I grabbed my purse and converse before stumbling after them, blind with happiness. Spencer was back and better than ever before.