Spencer’s Pov

I grabbed the last picture of Ashley and I off of my dresser and softly placed it in a cardboard box on top of other pictures of us together. I sealed the box with a strip of tape and labeled it with a black sharpie. “Spashley”

Ash: “Is this it?”
Spe: “That’s the last box. Gosh, my room looks so empty.”
Ash: “That’s because it isn’t your room anymore. All your stuff will be going to our room.”
Spe: “Our room. I love the sound of that.”

I sat down on my old bed and pulled Ashley down beside me.

Ash: “What are you doing?”

We both started giggling as I crawled on top of Ashley.

Spe: “I was going to make out with you in this room one last time.”
Ash: “Continue.”

We started kissing, but careful not to get too heated up. We had a job to get done. That job was to move a room full of my boxes into our new place.

Ash: “Crap!”
Spe: “Am I THAT bad of a kisser?”

I said teasingly and started nibbling Ashley’s neck.

Ash: “No, you definitely aren’t. My phone keeps vibrating in my back pocket.”
Spe: “Well, see who it is.”
Ash: “But I want to keep doing this.”

Ashley placed both hands on my face and started kissing me again. The next time the phone went off I actually felt it vibrate. Probably because my hands might have traveled a little bit south. I pulled the vibrating phone out of Ashley’s back pocket, flipped it open, and put it against her ear.

Ash: “Hello?”

She talked for a few minutes while I occupied myself with looking through the room to make sure I wasn’t leaving anything behind that I  just had to have with me. Ashley hung up the phone and ran over to me. She was practically bouncing around the room.

Spe: “Whoa, Ash! What’s the good news?”
Ash: “That was the record company that produces my dad. For some reason they decided to harass him for my number once he let slip that he passed along his musical talent to me. They are interested in signing me.”
Spe: “Oh my gosh, Ash! That’s so fantastic!”
Ash: “That isn’t the best part. They do want me to do a few covers of dear old dad just to get people interested, but for the most part they want me and my songs. I even get to do some father daughter songs with him.”
Spe: “I told you that you had the talent.”
Ash: “I know. Thanks for always believing in me.”
Spe: “It’s because I know how amazing you are. So, when are you supposed to meet up with them?”
Ash: “Don’t hate me.”
Spe: “You have to go now?”
Ash: “They want me there in an hour. With L.A. traffic as bad as it is it will take me at least an hour to get there.”
Spe: “Well, what are you waiting for? Get going!”
Ash: “You sure you’re ok with this.”
Spe: “Yes! Go! We can move my stuff in tomorrow. We have our whole lives together. It’s not everyday you get a record deal.”
Ash: “Ok, ok! I’ll call you as soon as I can to let you know what’s going on.”