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    Smiling Faces – (Chapter: Chapter One)

    Story written on September 30, 2007 by kia_johns32.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=16089
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    AU. Ashley is in high school and is falling for an older Spencer.

    I must have blushed because after a moment she tore her eyes away stifling a laugh. I didn’t like where this was going. I pictured her stepping off of the bus once downtown, and going up to all of her witty, sexy friends and ragging on me, the creepy little high-schooler that checked her out on the bus. So I buried my head in my chest, eying the logo of my t-shirt and then cursing myself. It read “Seasons of Love”. How lame. I kept my head down until she exited the bus.

    That was midway through my sophomore year. By the end of that year I was already in love with her, already in love with her walk, and the way she tilts her head to the side when she doesn’t understand something, how her smile can light up a thunderstorm, and how when she moves, time seems to stop whatever it’s doing to pay attention.

    But before I get into to that I should tell you about me. My name is Ashley Davies. I live in Washington DC, born and raised. My father is a failed musician turned stock broker, my mother is an actress. She’s a fierce woman really, so scary in person that she just belongs on stage. Kind of like Glen Close. I think she wants to be Glen Close. And she wants me to be some warped brunette version of Gwyneth Paltrow. So she sent me to arts school.

    She sent me to Duke Ellington School of the Arts, this run down, shab of a school, known for cranking out the nation’s best in premiere talent. I auditioned for theatre and received my admission within three days. Within two months I was at the top of my class and had a supporting role in the school’s production of The Laramie Project. It was great. So I guess you could say that it all got even greater when Spencer came along.

    Well, that is if you call it coming along.

    After that first day of humiliation, I boarded the bus praying that she wasn’t on it. And she wasn’t…for about three stops. Then I saw her, running after the bus. Though I feel bad about it now, I prayed that she would trip on a slab of ice or suddenly have an asthma attack. Anything! I didn’t want to run into her.

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    15. Ok, that was a REALLY good start. I’m not really a britney spears fan, but since you mentioned it…Gimme gimme more Gimme more Gimme gimme more. LOL, I had to do it. PMASAP!!!!!

    16. Ok, that was a REALLY good start. I’m not really a britney spears fan, but since you mentioned it…Gimme gimme more Gimme more Gimme gimme more. LOL, I had to do it. PMASAP!!!!!

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