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Making It Right – (Chapter: 13 – Even All The Bad Songs Ain’t So Bad…)
"I-I know. I’m sorry, I just…" Spencer slipped her hand from Ashley’s and re-adjusted the strap from her bag on her shoulder. She faced the locker once again, and attempted to open it in a far more civilized manner. "…There was alo-"
"It’s fine, Spence." Ashley cut her off, but Spencer could feel her backing off vocally. The brunette reached in front of her and magically made the locker pop open. Spencer gave a brief sideways glance, mumbling her thanks. She busied herself with switching her books and binders.
"Look, Spence…I can pretty much guess what happened. And trust me when I say I’ve been the-" She extended a hand to Spencer’s shoulder, and forced the blonde to turn and face her. "Look at me."
Spencer cracked her knuckles out of habit and took a moment before she looked up at Ashley. She took note that her vision was blurred with the beginnings of tears. Ashley smiled knowingly and took Spencer’s hand, shutting the locker with her free arm. She was being led across the quad reluctantly, protests rising in her throat but never fully making their way out.
They were in a bathroom. And by the look of it, Spencer would guess that no one used it in ages, save for smoking. That’s all she could smell in the air there, anyhow.
"You don’t need to hide anything in here Spence. No one is here; no one is going to judge you. You don’t need to avoid me, like I’m contagious. Just tell me what you want."
Spencer pressed her eyes with her finger and thumb. "I’m not supposed to see you anymore…" Her voice trembled, and her arm wrapped around her middle as a sort of self-comfort. Ashley’s whisper was almost her undoing…
"I asked what you wanted, Spence…"
"She’s my best friend! You can’t just…take her away from me!" She looked around the table. Arthur was frowning, and reached across the table to hold his daughter’s hands in his own. Her mother was unmoving, both in her convictions and facial features.
Glen just stared down at the placemat in front of him, fingering the edges. Clay was anxiously looking around at everyone. It couldn’t be easy watching this, even now. He had seen enough drama within the foster homes as a young child. Spencer peeled her eyes from her brother and looked back at her father, the one futile hope she had.
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aawww I relli dislike Paula!..screw em I say..screw em all, if they cnt except Spence&Ash well then fuk em..they not wrth Spencer’z time..the more restrictions u give ur kidz, the less freedom they have, the mre they gunna rebel!..idiots*roll’z eyez*..Spencer&Ash r Hot they should keep doin wat they doin*wink wink* hehe keep up the grand wrk hay!..THNX4writing anutha swt arse chap as usual!! ur stry – ‘I Lovin it’ Post soon will u I hope?..
I read this one back in Fanfic.net . you should update already this is really really good. plzzzzzz update soon
aawww I relli dislike Paula!..screw em I say..screw em all, if they cnt except Spence&Ash well then fuk em..they not wrth Spencer’z time..the more restrictions u give ur kidz, the less freedom they have, the mre they gunna rebel!..idiots*roll’z eyez*..Spencer&Ash r Hot they should keep doin wat they doin*wink wink* hehe keep up the grand wrk hay!..THNX4writing anutha swt arse chap as usual!! ur stry – ‘I Lovin it’ Post soon will u I hope?..
I read this one back in Fanfic.net . you should update already this is really really good. plzzzzzz update soon
i just got caught up this is great!!!!!!!! you have to make the post longer
i just got caught up this is great!!!!!!!! you have to make the post longer