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    Uncivil Union – (Chapter: Thelma and Louise)

    Story written on October 10, 2008 by goaskalice.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=19521
    Author Notes:

    Spencer and Ashley need therapy, but eventually have to work it out themselves.

    “Alright. I’ll have my secretary take care of it. Now, onto my Ashley dilemma…”

    “What happened?” Aiden asked, walking out in nothing but an awful pair of silk boxers.

    “Sorry,” Chelsea said with a nervous laugh, “I forgot to tell you that Aiden’s here. So um…Aiden’s here.”

    “I noticed.”

    But for the first time I was actually happy to see him.

    “Aiden, I need help. Without getting into details—which I’m sure you couldn’t follow anyway—I hurt Ashley’s feelings and now I need to apologize. Or at least make it up to her somehow. Because if there’s something I can get my secretary to buy instead of actually having to apologize then I’d prefer that.”

    “Ashley’s really sensitive. She tries to act like she’s not, but trust me…she is. So it takes her awhile to get over things,” he said with a shrug.

    “I don’t have ‘awhile’, Aiden. I have a couple hours at most. I’m a working woman. I don’t have time to watch ‘Thelma and Louise’ with her and spend the rest of the night dissecting the complexities of our relationship. I just don’t.”

    “Fine. Then the fastest way to her heart is…”

     

     

    I swung open the front door, making an obnoxious show of it so she’d realize I was home.

    “Ashley!” I called down the hall from the foyer.

    But she didn’t answer. And I knew she wouldn’t.

    I walked into the living room, and there she was. The lights were off. She was illuminated completely by the street lights shining in through the window. It was all very “Lifetime Movie.”

    “Ashley, we need to talk,” I said, dropping my purse on the coffee table. She flinched at the sound, but refused to speak.

    “So…are you mad?”

    She shook her head.

    “Well, you certainly seem like you are,” I said, sitting beside her.

    “Look, Spencer. I’m fine. You had an opinion and you voiced it. It’s not like I didn’t voice mine.”

    “Yeah, but mine was exponentially worse than yours. I know that.”

    “It’s fine.”

    I sighed, “I brought you chocolate croissants from that place you like.”

    “Seriously?” she asked with a tiny smile.

    “I did.”

    “Well, that was very nice of you. How did you…”

    “Aiden told me.”

    “You called Aiden?”

    “I was at Chelsea’s and…”

    “He was there, huh?”

    “As usual.”

    “They’re so annoying.”

    “I couldn’t agree more.”

    I handed her the box of croissants.

    “Thanks.”

    “You’re welcome,” I said with a slight nod, “it’s cold in here.”

    Understatement. It was freezing. I felt like I was sitting underneath Santa’s balls.

    “Oh yeah?”

    “You haven’t noticed?”

    “Not really, but I can light a fire if you want.”

    “That would be nice.”

    She stood up, turning to look at me before she walked across the room to lean beside the fireplace.

    “Ashley?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Do you own ‘Thelma and Louise?’”

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    6. i’ve been reading this story from the beginning and i gotta say that this has been probably the most entertaining Spashley story i’ve ever come across on this site. brilliant. its smart, well-written, great humor, great storyline and plot. i find myself frequently checking for updates. addictive. great work, please keep ’em coming.

    7. okay so im about to watch the premire AGAIN i livre in cali so it came on at 6pm and now at 8:30pm but this was great i loved it pms please i think they are doing well geting better and everything :)

    8. I want more enough said na I’ll say more grew update and yea santas balls cracked me up I love the movie thelma and louise I think I’m going to go watch it now but I want more pms asap

    9. HAHAHAHAHA dude that was awesome! i can’t believe spence actually feels bad about hurting ash…. finally! progress! and yea santa’s balls, that was hysterical. seeing as how i just watched the premiere reading this has completed my night so thank you! please pms!

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