“Did you hurt yourself?” Spencer asked shyly.

“Just my hand,” Ashley shrugged. “It’s not too bad though. I can still strum.”

The blonde sighed, “It’s my fault you punched him,” she muttered with guilt laced in her voice.

The rocker was quick to reply, “No, it’s not your fault baby uh … I mean Spencer. It’s not your fault Spencer.” She corrected as she mentally scolded herself for the slip. “I didn’t mean to-”

Spencer let out a nervous laugh. “It’s okay. This is awkward … huh?”

“A little bit,” Ashley grinned. “I’ve missed your voice.” Silence played on the other line. The rocker decided to press on regardless. “I miss you,” she whispered. The rocker’s heart dropped when she heard no reply. “I’m sorry Spencer that’s just how I fee-”

“I miss you too.”

Ashley stopped mid ramble. Her stomach did flips at the tiny response. She gathered up her courage and asked, “Then why are we doing this Spence?” When there was no immediate response she added. “I don’t mean to push,” the rocker sighed out. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize Ash,” Spencer replied with a sigh of her own. “It’s just… can I give you a hypothetical situation?”

Ashley frowned, “Um … sure.”

“Okay let’s say … Clyde came to visit me while you were away on the tour. He talks about … I don’t know, being homesick and starts to cry. I comfort him with a hug-”

“I already don’t like the way this is going,” Ashley muttered as she picked up a pencil from the nightstand beside her and started toying with it.

“Just follow me on this please? So, I’m comforting him and he takes my friendly comforting as more than friendly affection. Suddenly, he kisses me and I kiss him back-”

The pencil in the rocker’s hand snapped in half. She looked down at the broken utensil in awe. She had no idea she was gripping it so hard. She cleared her throat and set the pieces off to the side.

“What was that,” Spencer asked concerned.

“Nothing,” the rocker replied quickly. “Continue.”

“Anyways, I kiss him back but only for a second-”

“Spencer what are you trying to do here,” the rocker questioned impatiently. She didn’t want these images rolling in her head. They made her sick to her stomach. Then, suddenly, it hit her. Spencer was trying to get her to understand how she was feeling through this hypothetical story.