"Why of course ma’am. Lead the way," she said in a British accent. It was really cute. We walked to the kitchen with our arms wrapped together, and I got out the supplies needed to make the spaghetti. Lucky for me, Kyla said she was going to stay at work late tonight. Technically I could be on a flight to New York right now and she wouldn’t even know because she’s not home. She should probably work on this whole grounded thing.

After chopping, draining, and stirring, the spaghetti was complete. Spencer offered to set the table, and it looked almost as if we were at a restraunt.

"Dinner is served madam," I said carrying the bowl of spaghetti out to the table.

"Wow, that looks really good Ash. Is it as good as it looks?" she teased as I took a seat next to her.

"This will probably be the best damn spaghetti you will ever eat," I said in a cocky voice. "Here, let me serve you," I said reaching for the spoon to scoop the pasta. Her hand lightly grabbed my wrist, and lowered it away from the bowl.

"Let’s just eat from the bowl," she said with a smirk. I looked at her confused.

"Alright. That’s totally fine with me." I twirled the spaghetti around my fork, and held my hand under it. "Tell me this isn’t the best pasta you’ve ever tasted," I said as she opened her mouth, and fed her.

"Oh my god, this is so good," I said while chewing and using her hand to cover her mouth. "Where’d you learn to cook?"

"I took a cooking class back in L.A.," I said with a shrug.

"That is the best spaghetti I have ever tasted," she said spinning her fork for another bite. "You’re going to have to make more for me."

"I’d make anything for you," I said in a flirtatious voice.

The spaghetti on the table was half gone, and there was an empty wine bottle on the dining room table. When we were finished eating, we went up to my room and listened to some old CDs.

"Can I listen to the bootleg CD?" she asked as we lay side by side on my bed. I pushed myself up, and found the CD in my case and put it in the player. The song began playing, and I went back to my bed. I held my hand out, and Spencer looked at me confused. She placed her hand in mines, and I pulled her up towards me until our bodies were touching. I placed my hands on her hips, and she wrapped her arms around my neck as we danced to the music.

For whatever might have been

And all that it never was

Whatever I couldn’t see

And all that I didn’t want

There was a method to my madness girl

That wasn’t clear to me

Until the day I saw your face

When I saw everything

For I saw us dancing through sunshine and rain

And I saw us laughing through joy and through pain

And I saw time passing but we did not change

And I still saw us together at the end of every day

Her head rested on my shoulder, and her smell lingered in my nose. I closed my eyes, and softly began to sing the chorus of the song. Everything seemed perfect.

Whenever you need it

Whatever you feel like, it’s gon’ be like

You better believe it

Whenever you feel like dancing

You don’t have to dance alone, no

You know, you know, you know

You should already know

I choose you

I choose you

I choose you

I choose you

I choose you

I choose you

I choose you

I choose you

When the chorus was finished, Spencer was just inches in front of me. "You have a beautiful voice Ash," she said as her fingers traced random designs on my bare shoulder and I sang the rest of the song.

"I choose you," I said as I closed my eyes and leaned closer to her. Our lips collided, and her lips were so soft. I gently pulled her towards me, so our bodies were pressed together. My hands roamed the outside of her shirt, and her hands were running through my hair. Her tongue ran over my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I happily accepted. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, and we walked back so the back of my legs was touching the bed.

"Spence?" I whimpered.

"Yeah Ash," she said in between kisses.

"Stay the night with me?"

"I’d love to," she replied as we fell on the bed without breaking the kiss.