"I’m jumpy. Sue me." She made her way to Ashley’s bureau, grabbing a hair clip and twisting her wet hair to the top of her head. She tossed her towel to the laundry hamper in the corner before turning to look back at the girl who was now sitting up.

Spencer stood there, crossing one arm around her middle, the other hanging at her side. She started to feel a chill. A drop of water was sliding from her hair down the back of her neck. Ashley was biting on her bottom lip. The combination caused Spencer to flush. Spencer saw Ashley notice it, and watched as the girl cocked her head to the side, amusement in her voice.

"Come here."

Spencer obeyed, but not without a pause. A look of slight paranoia held fast on her face as she took the few steps to the bed. The mattress dipped accordingly when she lowered herself gingerly in front of Ashley.

"What was that this morning?"

Blue eyes shot downwards. Suddenly, they seemed entranced in the bedspread. Fingers followed, tracing the pattern. Spencer opened her mouth, a sound coming out and then it was stopped by her lips closing again. But Ashley wasn’t letting her off. She reached over and placed her hand over Spencer’s.

"They are not the only choice."

 

The blonde swallowed and looked up at Ashley, meeting her eyes. Out of habit, she reached to push hair behind her ear that wasn’t there. She mentally cursed the hair clip.

"I like you." A dark eyebrow arched. Spencer pushed onwards. "Which, is obvious, yeah, I know. But… I’m okay with doing this now." She turned her hand over and curled her fingers around the others. "I think, anyhow."

"Spence, if this is because of–"

"No! I mean, it was, but it’s not. It’s because of everything. Even that. It’s just… I trust you. You aren’t going to take me to some make out spot and dump me off somewhere if I turn you down. You won’t let me throw myself at you when I’m drunk and take advantage of it…" As her voice gained more confidence, she began scooting closer to Ashley until their knees were touching.

"If I’m going to be with people, and thinking about you, why should I even bother with the charade?" She paused, taking a breath. "And, if I’m going to be finding out who I am, I can’t do it without my best friend… You had me worried last night."

"I know, Spence. I’m sorry, and I’ve been saying that a lot lately, but believe me. I was upset. I thought I lost my chance. So I vented. I vented in a bad way. But… You did come rescue me."

A smile was beginning to form on the brunette’s face, and Spencer couldn’t help but grin widely.

"You still have your chance, Ashley." She felt her cheeks begin burning. "And so do I."

She felt a hand brush her cheek before fingers slid into her wet hair, pulling her closer. Ashley’s face was coming. Her breath began to wash over the blonde. Spencer crinkled her nose and turned her face to the side.

"Ash… You have beer and puke morning breath…" She placed a quick kiss to her jaw before Ashley groaned in annoyance, falling back onto the bed.

Even as Spencer watched with a smile as Ashley stomped around the room, crying aloud about her hangover like a child, she couldn’t help the nagging feeling of what was going to happen when she told her family…

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