Spencer began to massage her temples.

Spencer: "I have no idea as to why you are making such a big deal out of our friendship." Spencer looked up. "Our FRIENDSHIP Mom! We aren’t together. This isn’t no next level relationship. We are just friends."

Paula: "Ashley wants more than that and all she’s going to do is corrupt you Spencer. She already has, because you like her too. I can see it! That girl makes you smile more than anyone ever has and you talk about her nonstop. You like her and I can NOT have a gay daughter. Do you know how wrong it is to feel the way you two are feeling?"

Spencer: "I don’t like her like that. She’s my best friend Mom! And shouldn’t you be happy that I’m happy. Shouldn’t you be happy that I have someone as important as her in m life. A person I can count on to make me smile at any given time."

Paula: "That’s the problem right there Spencer, she she she she. Ashley is a girl! A girl shouldn’t make you feel this form of happiness. The mention of her name shouldn’t make your cheeks blush, your eyes shouldn’t scan her each time you see her, she shouldn’t make you bite your lip, she shouldn’t make you feel these things."

Spencer: "How do you…"

Paula: "I know my daughter Spencer. I may never be here these days but I know my daughter and I know that you like that devil of a child. That’s why you are to never see her again because you shouldn’t be feeling these things. It’s so wrong."

Spencer: "You know I really hate you right now."

Tears were falling down Spencer’s face. Hate. Such a strong word a word that rarely left Spencer’s mouth. She only threw this ‘sacred’ word out when times of great distress came along. When she really felt that raging form of hate towards another. A feeling she wasn’t used to, but was sure feeling it now.

Paula: "Spencer, please I’m just trying to help you."

Spencer wiped her own tears away for the first time in three months. She closed her eyes and imagined Ashley’s soft fingertips wiping at her cheeks. Ashley, her savior was the one who had been catching all of Spencer’s tears and it saddened Spencer that much more that she may never feel those soft hands caressing her face, she may never she that beautiful nose crinkling smile, and all of the things Ashley. But what her most of all is that she may never see those eyes at their brightest sparkle. She may never get to read all the things behind the brown. Never again. Spencer just lowered her head and let her tears fall, never to be caught.