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    Forever Young – (Chapter: 7 Twists and Turns)


    I’m not sure what time it was but the moon was high in the sky.  The only light coming into Spencer’s rom was from her large picture windows behind her bed and window seat in the corner of the room.  


    I trailed the perimeter of her room observing all the little changes.  Where the old play tent used to be now had a couch.  Her toy chest was replaced with a study desk.  And where her easel and doll house was there is now a modest entertainment system.  Other than that not much has changed.  She still had glow in the dark stars all over her ceiling.  Still had the same shelves and stuffed animals on her wall.  And of course things that don’t change like the were her bathroom, walk in closet, and little porch were, was still the same.  


    I was interrupted by the sound of Spencer’s decorated door closing shut.  The blonde walked in still dressed in her party clothes, as was I.  My bloody party clothes.  Ew I need to change.


    “Here you go.”  She said handing me a cup and some tablets.  


    “Thanks.”  I said taking both pills in one gulp.  


    “Here let me get us some clothes to wear.”  She said while I downed the water.  I had the tall glass cup over my head completely empty and determined to get every last drop.


    I heard giggling and turned towards Spencer.  She was subtly laughing at me while she passed me a cami and shorts set.  She was so organized.  Even the Pajama’s came in matching sets.  I was given the blue while she held the pink.  


    Our eyes met and a smirk spread across my face.  We were no doubt thinking the same thing.  I handed her my blue cami and she handed me her blue.  It was an old habit of ours.  Whenever Spencer and I had a chance to give each other an article of clothing belonging to the other we would.  I loved seeing her wear my stuff and vice versa.  


    I set my cup down on a little coffee table next to her couch and changed into my borrowed pajama set.  Mmm it smelt like her.

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