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    The Ground Beneath Her Feet – (Chapter: I’ve worshipped her)

    Story written on January 29, 2007 by clomle44.
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    I was stupid enough to lose it, which is why, if I find her, I’ll never be that stupid again. And she was mine, once, you know. All mine. The heart aching, back breaking, never let you go kind of mine.

     

    Sometimes clichés are so untrue: If you love something, set it free, if it’s yours, it will come back to you. Or it will run, run, run. If you love something, why would you set it free? That makes no sense. You should hold onto it with your whole heart and your whole body, and keep it safe. Then again, the one that goes: You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. That one is so true.

     

    So yeah, she was mine once, and I’m reminiscing on that while I take half the layers of bacon off my sandwich. But I’m probably getting ahead of myself. All I’d really gotten up to was that first, tentative smile over the fence. And there’s so much more to this story.

     

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    Of course she had to go inside first, to see the new house. I’ve never moved house, only to College and back again. My friends have moved though, and they’ve told me what it’s like. That enviable joy of an empty house, so many spaces to explore, and that wonderful feeling of needing to choose your room, the space that will be yours. Being the youngest child, my room was chosen for me long before I was born. Being the first girl, it was decorated in pink.

     

    As I watched the newcomer go inside, after my father had said some quick words of welcome to her father, I suspected that her room wouldn’t be pink. It would be some kind of cool colour. Since I was nearly 13, the cool colours of the time were cherry red, or apple green, but not pink. And not with lace doily valances on the bed and the curtains. Or a collection of dolls and soft toys that you know you really should put away because you’re too old to have them around, but never quite get around to doing so because they’re a comfort.

     

    One glance at the new girl told me that her room would not be like that. It would be cooler than cool. She was clearly cooler than the nearest cool person in a one hundred mile radius. I suspected she’d out-cool the entire population of Cincinatti. Ok, so Ohio isn’t known for cool but still.

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    2. oooh! i like i like i like! i’m quite interested in this story – you leave lots of unanswered questions…perfect for reeling people in such as myself! :) can’t wait for your next post!!!

    4. I love this story, I love the high school flashbacks and everything about it. I’m dying to know where the rest of the story is headed. PMS :)

    5. They put mustard on burgers in Florida or anystate below Jersey it’s disgusting. Your mayo thing reminded me of it. Anyway I lug this story, hell I lug everything you write. And I’ll definately be waiting for you next post. :]

    7. oooh! i like i like i like! i’m quite interested in this story – you leave lots of unanswered questions…perfect for reeling people in such as myself! :) can’t wait for your next post!!!

    9. I love this story, I love the high school flashbacks and everything about it. I’m dying to know where the rest of the story is headed. PMS :)

    10. They put mustard on burgers in Florida or anystate below Jersey it’s disgusting. Your mayo thing reminded me of it. Anyway I lug this story, hell I lug everything you write. And I’ll definately be waiting for you next post. :]

    11. arghh this story is gonna be a tearjerker. i can just feel it! omg do you have to ask? of course i lug this fic! it’s completely different and i love how spencer is reminiscing the past and hell bent on finding ashley.

    12. arghh this story is gonna be a tearjerker. i can just feel it! omg do you have to ask? of course i lug this fic! it’s completely different and i love how spencer is reminiscing the past and hell bent on finding ashley.

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