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"Mom! This better be fucking good!" Ashley yelled into the empty foyer, blindly throwing her car keys into the living room. "Ouch!" Yelped a too familiar voice. Ashley whipped her body around, ecstatic to find her best friend of three years rubbing her temple and holding her car keys. "CASEY!" Ashley sprinted across the room, capturing her friend in a warm heartfelt hug. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" "Your hair! I love it!" Ashley exclaimed, running her hands through her best friends short brown locks. "You look like a hott boy! With boobs!" "You’re an asshole!" Casey laughed pushing Ashley off her, "But I’ve missed you." "So, you’ve met our permanent house guest?" Mrs. Davies’s spat, sauntering into the living room. "Wait? WHAT!?" Casey turned to her excitedly, "My parents got offered some job in Berlin and they didn’t want to take me, so, here I am! Staying with you for the rest of the school year!" Ashley’s face broke into a wide smile, "Case, please don’t be shitting me right now? I don’t know if I could can handle that." She said slowly. "I shit you not, Ash! Check the guest room for yourself. I’ve already moved in. Even put up my L-Word poster for good measure". Ashley hugged her again, hard this time, before grabbing her hand and pulling her up the staircase. It was too good to be true.

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"Case, you did not sleep with the Queen of England! That’s just not true!" Ashley yelled, flipping through her CDs. "False! It so is. And let me tell you, girl is a freak-a-leak!" "Eww, Casey" Ashley said as she swung a pillow at the girls head. Casey was wearing a faded black ‘Ramone’s’ t-shirt and a pair of boy cut plaid shorts. Around her neck was a piece neon pink twine with a dirty bronze coin attatched to it. "So, how are the girls in LA?" Ashley laughed, surprised that the question hadn’t come sooner. "They’re good. Beautiful. Funny…But there’s one in particular" "NO! Say it aint’ so Ash!" "I have a girlfriend." "Ewww, not the ‘g-word’. Besides, Ashley Davies monotonous? I didn’t know you knew the meaning of the word." Ashley laughed inspite of herself, "Quit it, Casey. We’ve been dating for two months next week and I love her." Casey stared at Ashley, mouth agape. She shook her head disapprovingly, "These things never end well, Ash. What did I tell you when you came out to me last year? Love em’ and Leave em’-That’s what I said." "You didn’t love and leave me," Ashley countered. Casey shifted in her seat on the couch, "That’s different…" "Well, this is different. She’s just…right, you know?" "What’s right?" Spencer asked, pushing open the door to Ashley’s bedroom and eyeing the shaggy haired figure that was spread out on her couch. "Spence!" Ashley exclaimed, popping up from her seat on the floor. She pulled her into a deep kiss closing with a soft peck. "This," She began, turning Spencer to face Casey, "is Casey! My best friend of like forever. Casey, this is Spencer, my girlfriend." "She’s hott!" Casey exclaimed, a look of horror on her face as she covered her mouth. "I didn’t mean to say that aloud…" She whispered meekly, clearly embarassed. Ashley laughed, "Well, it’s true. But hands off, Case! She’s all mine!"