One Week, Part 4

Previously: Part 3 [U]

This was only ever meant to be a quick bit of fluff, so this is the end (my only friend, the end).

Happy Birthday, Mini.

Rated: A.

* * * * *

Friday

She packed up the best part of two years of her life fairly quickly. Other than clothes and make-up, there wasn’t a lot to pack. One of the teachers had placed a couple of packing crates in the hallway for seniors to donate their unwanted textbooks to the library, so she dumped all of hers there. Most of her music was on her laptop, apart from a few old CDs of her father’s. Three suitcases and a couple of black hefty bags were all she needed.

She was almost done when Spencer stuck her head around the door. Despite it being their last ever day, Spencer was in full uniform. Not that Ashley was complaining: it might be a cliché, but she’d always had a real appreciation for Spencer the stereotypical Catholic schoolgirl. No-one made blue plaid look better.

“You wanna get lunch? It’s burgers and fries today. Special last day treat.”

She tossed a balled-up pair of socks towards the bed. “Better idea. You get changed and come with me to get the keys to my new place, and I’ll treat you to take-out lunch from the Beachcomber.” She waggled her eyebrows. “All the lobster rolls you can eat. And there’s raspberry lemonade.”

“It’s a very tempting offer.” Spencer looked at her watch. “How long do you think we’ll be?”

“A couple of hours maybe. Hot date?”

“Hardly. My parents are getting in about three.”

With no family to speak of, Ashley had forgotten that everyone else’s parents would be arriving throughout the day to pick up their beloved offspring. “I’ll get you back here by then,” she promised.

“Cool. Meet you out front in ten?”

“Sure, see you then.”

As Spencer disappeared, Caitlyn, Ashley’s least favourite roommate, asked, “When did Spencer Carlin start being friends with you?”

She spun around and gave Caitlyn a pitying sneer. “Jealous because you don’t know what it feels like to have any friends at all?”

“No, surprised because I didn’t know she did charity work with dead junkies’ kids.”

Normally, a statement like that would have pushed her into a rage and she would have flown across the room. She would have slapped Caitlyn, followed by a swift visit to the Penguin’s office. But she shrugged. “Well, consider it the first thing you’ve managed to learn in four years here.”

“You’re a fucking loser, Davies.”

“You keep telling yourself that. Whatever gets you through the day.”

She was going out for lunch with the hottest girl in all fifty states. Nothing could sour her day.

* * *

“This place is gorgeous!” Spencer gushed. “When you said it was a holiday cottage, I was thinking studio apartment.”

Ashley looked around. The three-bed, two-bath wooden structure right on the beach was, in fact, even more impressive than the one that Nate had shown her the previous month.

“How much is it costing you?”

“Six a month.” She blushed slightly.

“Six thousand? Dollars?”

“Yeah.” She didn’t add that her monthly allowance since turning eighteen was a little over twenty thousand. She looked down at the keyring in her hand and towards the huge picture window overlooking the ocean. “You wanna see if we can work out how to get onto the dock?”

She put the brown paper sacks containing their lunch on a nearby table and tried the keys in the lock. At the third attempt, it turned smoothly. She stepped outside, shut her eyes and breathed in deeply. The sound of nothing but the ocean immediately reassured her that she had done the right thing in renting the house.

“It’s beautiful,” Spencer murmured from behind her.

She turned and leaned back against the rail. A few obvious flirty replies occurred to her, but she didn’t say them. She was content just to look and appreciate.

Spencer was holding their lunch in her hands. “I thought we might eat out here.”

“Good call.” She pushed herself off the railing and walked over to one of the steamer chairs which were placed either side of a low table. “I spoke to Brynn this morning,” she said, as they opened their bags and took out the food.

“Oh?”

“She denied sleeping with Guy.”

“Well, she would, wouldn’t she?” Spencer said.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think she was lying.”

Brynn had defended herself quite vociferously and Ashley had believed her. She and Sophie hadn’t been at the previous day’s rehearsal because they had snuck into town to score some alcohol for the party. Sophie, meanwhile, had a secret boyfriend of her own, one she kept quiet about because her parents had banned them from seeing each other. In a weird way, it made much more sense that Guy had been lying to Spencer when he’d claimed to have slept with her friends. He was an obvious douchebag, but he’d never struck Ashley as any great Casanova.

“I’ll be honest, the idea that he slept around wasn’t really the bit that bothered me. It was the stuff he said about me. And I’m already over that, thanks to you.”

Ashley smiled. “Hey, glad to be of service. I just thought you’d want to know that he was as full of bullshit as I suspected.”

“I know it sounds strange because it was only yesterday that I was, like, consumed by all this, but I really don’t care. If he slept with one girl I know, or ten I don’t, or the entire starting line-up of the Cleveland Indians, it doesn’t matter. I just don’t even feel like I’m that person now. I feel like something is different with me, but that’s good, right?” Spencer was talking so animatedly that the contents of her sandwich were spilling around her and she attempted to pick a few stray bits of food up. “I feel like maybe I’m on the way to something new. Like, the next phase or something. Does that sound stupid?”

“No, I know exactly what you mean.”

“Yeah, I kinda thought you would.”

Ashley looked out at the ocean. It was calmer than she’d ever seen it, the reflected sunlight making it almost appear silvery, like a mirror. “You wanna take a walk?” she asked, kicking her shoes off in anticipation.

“What about the raspberry lemonade?” Spencer pointed to their untouched drinks. “It was the only reason I agreed to have lunch with you, after all.”

“The only reason, huh? Bring it with you, in that case.” She got up as Spencer removed her shoes and picked up her drink. “Come on, slow coach.”

They walked down to the water’s edge in silence. They were the only people on that stretch of beach. By June, that would change as vacationers started arriving in greater numbers and the summer people from Boston fled the heat of the city.

Ashley picked up some shells and tossed them into the swell.

“God, you’re so lucky,” Spencer said. “Our house in LA is miles from the beach. I hardly ever go.”

“You’re more than welcome to come visit me and the Atlantic Ocean any time you like.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“Of course you can.” She frowned. “Unless you weren’t serious about staying in touch.”

“No, I was serious. Honestly. You’d really be happy to have me come visit? I was thinking that I might sign up for one of those freshman orientation things they offer.”

“Is that like summer school?”

Spencer giggled. “No, it’s like a long weekend where you come visit the college and you get to meet other students and academic advisors. You can sign up for classes and everything.”

“And how is that not exactly like summer school?”

“Okay, you’ve got me there.” Spencer put her drink down on the sand and joined Ashley in throwing shells into the water.

“So, do you want to stay with me when you’re at your lame summer school? I mean, it’s not too far away or anything?” She tried to seem nonchalant, but the idea of having Spencer to visit was thrilling.

“Would you mind?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I did.”

“I think they put you up on campus for the Saturday night, but I could maybe come a couple of days early. That’s if you wouldn’t mind driving me to Wellesley. Or, I can rent a car at the airport. I wouldn’t want to put you out or —”

“Oh, good God, stop!” Ashley said.

“What?”

“We’re being all polite — would you, could you, if you don’t mind. And I’m not really the polite type.”

“You don’t say.” Spencer grinned at her.

“I want you to come stay with me. In fact, you’re welcome here any time. And if I’ve found an apartment in Boston by the time you go to summer school, then you’re welcome there, too. Shit, you can stay the whole summer if you want.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary. It’s only a two-day orientation.”

“Well, then, come visit as often as you want. I’ll even pay for your tickets.” Now that she had Spencer in her life, even as a friend, she didn’t want to let her go easily.

“I would love to, but I can pay my own way. Well, my parents will pay, but it’s the same thing.”

“So, it’s settled?”

“I’ll need to check with my parents and book my place, but, yeah, it’s a date.”

Ah, if only that were the case, she thought.

She sat down on the sand, bending her legs and resting her forearms on her knees. Spencer did the same.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Spencer said.

“What is?”

“Us. Being friends and making plans when only a week ago we were at each other’s throats.”

She glanced sideways. There was something about the way the light caught Spencer’s hair and skin. Ashley didn’t consider herself particularly poetic or given to flights of fancy, but the moment was crying out for someone to take a photograph or paint the scene, just to capture the simple perfection of a naturally beautiful girl looking so radiant.

“Kinda yes, kinda no,” she said.

“In what way?”

She picked up a handful of sand and watched it drain between her fingers. “Well, it feels like we’ve been friends a lot longer than just a week, so the time bit is weird. But the actual being friends and making plans part feels strangely right. Maybe it was fated or something.”

Spencer seemed to consider that, her eyes narrowing and her mouth pursing as she hugged her knees to her chest. “You know when I asked you yesterday if we’d ever have a conversation that didn’t end with you joking?”

“Yes.” She was wary. That sounded like the warm-up to a serious question.

“Do you think this counts?”

Although she was relieved that it hadn’t been a more difficult enquiry, she still answered truthfully, “No, not yet.”

* * *

Spencer’s parents were a proper, regular Mom and Dad, who obviously adored their daughter and everything that she did. The pride on their faces whenever they looked at Spencer could not have been more pronounced. It made Ashley both happy for Spencer that she had that kind of love, and a little bit jealous, too. The jealousy faded, however, when Spencer introduced her to them as her best friend.

After making arrangements for meeting up before the show, she left the Carlin family to catch up. As she was walking away, she heard Spencer’s mother saying, “She seems like a lovely young woman. Why haven’t you had her over to visit?”

That made her laugh to herself.

With a little over an hour to kill, she had a shower to clean the sand and salt water off, got changed into her school uniform for the last time and then went outside to call George. He teased her relentlessly about Spencer and, for once, she let him.

She was still on the phone to him when Spencer came looking for her, waving shyly as she approached. She told George she’d see him in the morning to move her stuff to the beach house and hung up.

“Hey there. Where are the parents?”

“Talking to some other parents about the graduation ceremony.” Spencer sat down on the bleacher next to her. The way she placed her hands palm-down, their hands were close, their pinkies almost touching. Ashley could almost feel the contact. “You’ll be there?”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Why not?”

“I’m happy just to be leaving this hellhole. I don’t want to get dressed up and pretend that I’ll miss any of these people.” She winked at Spencer. “Obviously, I don’t mean you.”

“But you have to be there. It’s graduation. And I know you said that your mother’s not coming, but I’m there for you.”

Her grin was so wide, it threatened to break her cheeks, but she still had her reputation and pride. “I love that you just said that, but it’s a family thing. And your parents will want to spend every possible moment with you.”

“But it’s the last chance we’ll get to be together for ages!”

“You’ll see me in a few weeks, for summer school.”

“Yeah, but tomorrow’s tomorrow!”

She chuckled. “Well, there’s no denying that logic.”

“You’re being mean. Say you’ll be there.”

She was intending to give in, but she was enjoying the fact that Spencer was making such a big deal of it, so she changed the subject to avoid agreeing right away. “How are the nerves about the big show?”

Spencer lifted her left hand and shook it violently. “Fine. Not so as you’d notice.”

Ashley laughed. “You really have nothing to worry about. You’re awesome, I’m awesome and, together, we’re awesome squared. Or possibly cubed.”

“We’re all that and a bag of chips?”

“We’re so awesome that they need to invent new technology to measure just how incredible we are.”

Spencer leaned against her, bumping shoulders and letting her hand cover Ashley’s. “Did I mention how happy I am that we’re friends?”

“No. It was only a couple of hours ago that you said I was weird.” The feeling of Spencer’s hand resting on her own was exciting yet comforting. She was careful not to move at all, lest Spencer pull away.

“I did not say you were weird. I said it was weird that we were making plans.”

“You never said if it was good weird or bad weird.”

“I shouldn’t have said weird. Unexpected and new. Good unexpected and new.”

“Part of the new you? Spencer 2.0?”

Spencer didn’t reply. In fact, she stiffened and pushed Ashley’s hand away, moving noticeably to the side, leaving a good two feet of space between them.

“Hello again, Ashley.”

“Mrs Carlin,” she replied.

“What are you two girls up to?”

It was an innocent question, but Spencer answered hastily, “Nothing!”

“I was just trying to persuade your daughter that she has no reason to be worried about singing in front of you and Mr Carlin,” Ashley said.

“Oh, your Dad and I are really looking forward to it, Spencer,” Mrs Carlin gushed. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing.”

Spencer had become strangely mute and interested in her knees, so Ashley was forced to respond again. “She has a beautiful voice.”

“And what about you, Ashley? Are you nervous?”

“Nah. I’m never nervous.” Except around Spencer, which was something she was unlikely to admit to Spencer’s mother.

“We should go,” Spencer finally mumbled.

“Oh, okay,” Mrs Carlin said, leaning down to give her daughter a hug. “I guess we’ll see you on stage, honey.”

“Uh-huh.” The younger blonde twisted out of her mother’s embrace and stood up. “We’ll be late, Ash.”

Ashley looked at Mrs Carlin and shrugged at her, before chasing after Spencer.

“Parents are so embarrassing,” Spencer muttered, as she stalked towards the main building, walking a bit too quickly and a bit too purposefully. Ashley didn’t add anything, but fell into step alongside her.

Although she tried not to read too much into it, Spencer’s odd mood and behaviour didn’t pick up once they were backstage in the large communal dressing room. The easy back and forth of their afternoon interactions was gone. Spencer was off-hand and distracted, and Ashley tried to put it down solely to nerves, even though she strongly suspected it wasn’t the case.

When they moved to the wings, as the Penguin was praising the trio before them and making some point about the school ethos or something — Ashley wasn’t paying a great deal of attention — she reached out and took Spencer’s hand.

“You’re gonna be amazing.”

Spencer looked at her strangely. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

She stepped closer, so that she was right in Spencer’s personal space, and whispered, “I think you’re always amazing.” She pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. The clapping from the auditorium indicated that they were due on stage, so there was no time for Spencer to respond.

They were, in Ashley’s estimation, flawless. And she couldn’t help but feel that there was something more special about their performance than any of the rehearsals they’d had. Spencer turned to her during the first verse, and, instead of singing out to the audience, sang directly to her. When Spencer sang ‘We could have had it all’, it really felt like it meant something.

They got a standing ovation and then the Penguin made them stand on-stage while she gushed about what a pleasure it had been to have Spencer at their school. But Spencer was facing away from her, looking out towards her parents, who were beaming as enthusiastically as expected, and all Ashley wanted was to get off-stage so they could talk.

Even back in the dressing room, Spencer avoided her by ensuring that there were always people between them. And then the show was over, all the performers were called back into the auditorium for a final bow, then the parents and families descended upon them all. Mrs and Mrs Carlin enthused about their performance, making sure to include Ashley in their praise.

There was a reception in the dining hall, with alcohol for the adults and fruit punch for students and other children. Ashley made polite conversation with any number of people, but not the one person she actually wanted to speak to. No, Spencer remained elusive. When she wasn’t with her parents, she was surrounded by other students and their parents. They did catch each other’s eye a few times, but Spencer had the same distracted, pensive look she’d had all evening.

She was on the verge of giving up speaking to Spencer altogether, when a firm hand grabbed her arm and propelled her out of the room.

“Where are we going?” she asked, but Spencer maintained her grim silence. They made their way outside, through a crowd of parents who were sneaking a cigarette break and around the back of the old pool house, where some younger girls were passing around a bottle of schnapps. Spencer didn’t stop until they were at the edge of the grounds, just inside the gates, at which point she let go of Ashley’s arm and folded her arms over her chest.

“Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Ashley demanded.

Spencer gave her a pained look. “If I —” She shook her head. “Would you —” She kicked the ground and sighed. “Can I just check something?”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” She had no idea what was happening or why, but she was pretty pissed off at Spencer’s behaviour.

Spencer stepped right up to her. “Do you like me?”

“What? Yeah, of course I like you. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Do you like me?”

“Is this about that little kiss I gave you earlier?” She didn’t want it to be about that. She thought they’d moved past that. “Is me being gay really that big a problem for you?”

“Would you just answer the question?”

“Why? Why does it matter?”

Spencer pushed her by the shoulders and she hit the wall behind her. And then she felt the warmth of Spencer’s body pressed against her own and she didn’t care. Spencer lifted her hands to cradle Ashley’s face.

“It matters,” Spencer whispered, touching their foreheads together and closing her eyes. “I think maybe it always has.”

She accepted that she could be quite dense sometimes, but she couldn’t mis-read the signs for once. She nodded slowly. “I like you.”

Spencer’s mouth sought hers out. She didn’t force it, letting Spencer guide them. It was a soft kiss at first, tentative, their lips merely brushing together. Then the pressure increased slightly, as Spencer angled her head better.

She felt Spencer’s hands moving to her waist, so she raised her own to the back of Spencer’s head, cradling it as gently as she could, even as her raging hormones were telling her to take control and push them on. She did, however, flick her tongue out across Spencer’s lower lip. That resulted in a soft moan, so she moved slightly, letting her body slide against Spencer’s.

She thought she’d gone too far when Spencer inhaled sharply and pulled back, but the blonde whispered, “Can I touch you?”

She nodded, holding her breath as Spencer worked the white shirt out from the waistband of her plaid skirt, their lips still touching but no longer moving. Her breathing was ragged as she felt cool fingers against her ribs.

Spencer groaned and kissed her again, more forcefully. She was glad of the wall behind her because she wasn’t sure she could have remained upright without its support. She parted her lips to allow Spencer’s tongue access, and that was all it took for everything to escalate.

Her fingers worked their way into Spencer’s hair, and she moaned loudly into their joined mouths as Spencer’s hands travelled over her skin, stroking her ribs and moving around to her lower back. They strained closer together, clinging on to each other as their kisses became more passionate. Ashley found it hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to concentrate on anything but the feelings that were coursing through her.

She had never felt this way with anyone. About anyone.

And then Spencer’s hands moved from her back to her front. The backs of Spencer’s hands ghosted across the skin of her abdomen, moving slowly upwards, and she had to pull away from their kiss in order to gulp in some air.

“So soft,” Spencer murmured.

Ashley wanted to reciprocate. She wanted to feel Spencer’s skin against her own hands. She was so scared that doing anything to startle the other girl might make everything stop. And she really didn’t want anything to stop.

She opened her eyes and looked at Spencer. Her face was a study in concentration and wonder. Ashley remembered that feeling and suddenly felt incredibly honoured to be the person with whom Spencer was sharing this discovery.

She dropped her head, nibbling gently along the column of Spencer’s neck, noting the fast tempo of the blonde’s pulse.

“Do you think we should get back?” she whispered just by Spencer’s ear.

“Soon,” Spencer replied. “Soon.”

“Won’t your parents come looking for you?”

“Don’t care.”

Ashley doubted that, but it was gratifying to hear that Spencer cared more for continuing than getting caught. She tugged on Spencer’s earlobe with her teeth, and then traced her way along her chin with open-mouthed kisses. As their lips came together again, a little bit sloppily, Ashley felt bold enough to drop her hands to Spencer’s hips. They moved against each other again, which trapped Spencer’s hands between them, resting just on Ashley’s ribcage.

They stayed like that, swaying together, kissing, exploring each other just with their lips, for what felt like a long time. With anyone else, Ashley would have tried to cop a feel or at least start removing some clothing, but kissing Spencer was an end in itself. Kissing Spencer was better than any sex she’d ever had. If they ever took a step further, she didn’t want it to be some furtive, stolen moment against a wall inside the school grounds.

They broke apart slowly. Every time one of them would pull away, the other would lean in again. Ashley stroked Spencer’s back through her shirt, trying to calm them both.

“We really should get back,” she finally said regretfully.

“You want rid of me?” Spencer was teasing.

“Never.” Ashley was serious.

She removed herself from Spencer’s hold. If she didn’t, she might never move again. She held her hand out, and Spencer took it, squeezing it. They started to walk back.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Spencer said. “I was freaking out.”

“Figured.”

“I knew what I wanted to do, but I didn’t know what to do about it. But I couldn’t face the idea of flying home tomorrow without saying something.”

Ashley grinned. “I think it worked out okay.”

“Just okay?”

She stopped and pulled Spencer towards her. “You’re fishing.”

“I am.” The blonde stepped forward, letting her hand stroke Ashley’s cheek.

Ashley looked around. She could hear voices and knew that there were either drunk teens or prying parents lurking not too far away. She dropped Spencer’s hand and lowered her voice. “I have liked you since the first day that I got here. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And the smartest.”

Spencer grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in for another kiss. It was hard and unyielding and left Ashley reeling.

“Good answer.”

She shook her head, still not really believing what was happening. “Thanks.”

“Are you coming to graduation tomorrow?”

She chuckled. “I was always going to come to graduation once we started hanging out.”

Spencer took her hand again. “I like holding hands with you.”

“It’s good, isn’t it?” she agreed.

“Everything about this is better than good.”

Ashley sighed happily and started walking. “So, are you still going to come visit me this summer?” She wasn’t sure if their change in status — if there had been a change in status, which was another thing she needed to ascertain — might affect Spencer’s willingness to stay over in the beach house, just the two of them.

Spencer lifted their linked hands and kissed Ashley’s knuckles. “I think you’re gonna have a hard time keeping me away.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.” Spencer smiled. “You know, for the raspberry lemonade.”

Ashley spluttered with laughter. “No other reason?”

“Now who’s fishing?”

They were getting closer to the main building and Ashley started getting antsy that they were still holding hands and rubbing shoulders, so she moved a little further away.

“What is it?” Spencer looked sideways at her.

“People might see.”

“So?”

Ashley gave her a reassuring smile. “I couldn’t be happier to walk in there and kiss you in front of God and the Penguin and everyone, but this is a big deal and this shouldn’t be how your parents find out. You need to tell them in your own way, in your own time.”

“Oh.” Spencer thought about it for a few moments. “Will you promise me that you’ll sneak away for a while with me tomorrow? I don’t want to say goodbye just now.”

Ashley looked both ways and, when she was sure that the coast was clear, gave Spencer a final, soft kiss. “I don’t want to say goodbye at all, but I will definitely sneak away with you tomorrow. I’ve always wanted to make out with you under the bleachers.”

Spencer’s face broke into a wide grin. “I think that can definitely be arranged.”

Ashley felt suddenly shy. “You know that conversation? The one that doesn’t end in a joke?”

Spencer nodded. “Yeah.”

“I think this is it.”

“I think so, too.”

“I’d really like to be with you. I mean, this summer and for, like, a really long time afterwards. Maybe the longest time.” It was too soon to say forever, even if she felt it in her heart.

“I think that can also be arranged.”

* * * * *

THE END

14 Comments

  1. spikkels
    Posted 23 May 2012 at 10.19pm | Permalink

    Happy mode!! Thanks for a great ending! Short but never disapointing. Amazing as always!

  2. Clom
    Posted 24 May 2012 at 5.36am | Permalink

    Sappy lil Devje

  3. Clom
    Posted 24 May 2012 at 5.43am | Permalink

    Also, the smutty sequel will be to die for.

    * * * * *

    Aren’t you amusing with your talk of sequels? – Dev

  4. iocaste
    Posted 24 May 2012 at 2.37pm | Permalink

    Beautiful ending! I need a sequel for real!

  5. Giselle Santi
    Posted 24 May 2012 at 5.45pm | Permalink

    Lovely story, as usual! A sequel would make it even more wonderful! ;-)

  6. tuesboomer
    Posted 25 May 2012 at 8.11pm | Permalink

    **happy little sigh**

    It was a great story.
    It was a great ending chapter, nice and long and thorough with Ashley all wise and patient and noble like.

    At the risk of being tarred and feathered, I have to say that no sequel is required. *peering out from behind the curtains looking for torches and listening for the rumble of a mob*

    But, if the crowd gets all demandy you could write one way in the future…but not so far ahead that they are at death’s door…that would be too creepy sad.

  7. yeahbutno
    Posted 25 May 2012 at 11.47pm | Permalink

    How in the feck did I miss this?

    I blame the baby!

    One of my fave scenarios too!!!!!

    GREAT fic, Devolicious, really. I always love your Ashley.

    AND I see I have missed some Fishy Fic too * slaps head*

    Thank you both.

    PS I have orders to phone in for Sweden tomorrow as the missus is out and I am “in charge” poor wee thing. I will be voting for the Grannies to though!

  8. peanut
    Posted 26 May 2012 at 10.23pm | Permalink

    So it is ESC time afterall! I was wondering what’s happening to all my news feeds … THanks for clearing that up, YBN!

    *gently pokes the baby*

  9. Guin
    Posted 3 June 2012 at 3.24pm | Permalink

    I agree that a sequel, while it would be awesome, is unnecessary. Lovely ending. Well lovely chap- oh forget it lovely story. All of it. Though, an epilogue wouldn’t be refused. Or unappreciated. *hint hint*

  10. wicked68
    Posted 4 June 2012 at 3.46am | Permalink

    Aww, that was cute. Liked. Haha

  11. Posted 4 June 2012 at 5.02am | Permalink

    Second time I’ve read it….it’s wonderful.

  12. dev0347
    Posted 4 June 2012 at 5.26pm | Permalink

    I totes don’t do sequels. Or epilogues. But I do appreciate that you all liked it enough to want more.

  13. Turtle14
    Posted 14 May 2014 at 7.30pm | Permalink

    I know this was like written 2 years ago and I cannot believe how I missed this but definitely one of the best. Or should I say everything you write are unique, interesting, entertaining, touches the heart, leaves you with a happy sigh…Every thing is fantastic… I wanted to comment on each story but then I might just sound annoying…But really, I want you to know that whatever you right, the feeling, the idea, the thought, the story I carry it with me wherever I go and always look forward to finishing it the following day. Awesome!

  14. Ktowndown
    Posted 30 August 2014 at 7.11pm | Permalink

    Your stories touch my heart! Your writing is superb and I hope you find it in you to give us more Spashley masterpieces! Thank you!

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