Reality Bites, Part II

Previously: Part I [A]

Happy St Andrew’s Day.

Rated A.

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Part II

Later that evening, Spencer called just to chat and, as Ashley expected, volunteered that she had been working on an assignment with Connor. Ashley teased her about seeing other people behind her back, but she really didn’t mean it. She had meant what she had said to Justin: she knew for a fact that she would never have any reason to distrust Spencer. She didn’t mention her run-in with Sloane and Jodie because she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of causing even a minor irritation.

She, however, was more than happy to irritate them, so she turned up at softball practice the following day and made sure to cheer loudly whenever Spencer was at bat or fielded even a fly pop. Afterwards, she ran onto the field and swept Spencer into a tight, intimate hug. When she was certain that Sloane was watching them, she let her hand drop to Spencer’s ass and caressed it gently. The little grunt of surprise that she felt against her neck was an added reward.

She asked Spencer out for dinner, but the blonde had to finish the assignment she’d been working on with Connor, so they agreed to meet outside the library that evening instead.

Ashley got there early because time without Spencer had been starting to drag. That was becoming a general issue, not specific to that day. Instead of waiting out front, she went inside to find her best friend. She knew that Spencer preferred the large tables up on the second floor because she liked to spread a whole pile of books out and take her notes longhand, only typing things up when she had them formed completely in her mind.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw Spencer immediately. She had her back to her, and was completely immersed in her books, headphones over her ears, the pencil in her hand conducting along to whatever music was playing. She was about to approach her when she spotted someone else familiar. At a workstation about ten feet away, Connor Gould was also staring at Spencer’s back. He wasn’t exactly being stealthy about it.

She cut to her left, making her way between the shelves. At the end, she looked back up to Connor. There was no mistaking the look on his face. His eyes were wandering over Spencer with desire and longing. She strongly suspected that the Mean Girls had persuaded him that he genuinely stood a chance. She almost felt sorry for him. Her not-girlfriend was gorgeous. Who wouldn’t see her and want to be with her?

Ashley continued around the edge of the library until she reached Spencer’s table. She tapped her on the shoulder and chuckled when the blonde’s head jerked up in surprise.

Pulling the headphones back from Spencer’s ear, she leaned in and whispered, “Wanna head out?”

Spencer nodded and started putting her books quickly into her book bag, closing her laptop and tucking it away. She slipped her hand into Ashley’s and they walked out of the library in silence.

“You’re early,” Spencer said, once they were outside.

“I was bored and I knew you’d be almost done anyway. You are done, right?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I can finish up later when I get home.”

Ashley squeezed Spencer’s fingers tightly. She really enjoyed holding hands with her.

“What’s up today?” Spencer asked.

“Nothing.” She didn’t want to voice her suspicions about Connor being encouraged by the Mean Girls because she didn’t want to waste time talking about him or them. He was just some boy. He didn’t matter. Spencer mattered. “Honestly, it’s nothing.”

“I can tell it’s not nothing. You’re all jiggly.”

Ashley laughed. “Jiggly?”

“You get all bouncy and jiggly when you’re wound up about something.”

“It’s—” She stopped suddenly as she saw Connor out of her peripheral vision, walking parallel to them. She didn’t think that he was actually following them, but he still bothered her, though. His interest in Spencer made her, well, jiggly.

She realised instantly that she was jealous.

Someone else was interested in Spencer and she was seething with jealousy.

She heard Sloane’s voice in her head, saying that Spencer would leave her in a second for a chance of real happiness. She knew then that she wanted to be the only one who made Spencer happy. And not just in a friends way.

“What?” Spencer prompted, tilting her head in that way that she always did. Over Spencer’s shoulder she could see Connor looking back at them. Even if he had been misinformed, she wanted him to know that Spencer was hers. Hell, she wanted Spencer to know that, too.

Working purely on instinct, she took the strap of Spencer’s book bag and eased it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Spencer was smiling at her, her brows furrowed, no doubt wondering what was wrong.

Ashley leaned in, turning her head and angling for a kiss. As she drew close, she hesitated, pulling back and licking her lips, which had become incredibly dry. Spencer didn’t move, though. She had to know what was coming and she wasn’t moving away. Ashley glanced up at the blonde and saw the soft smile, the way her eyes dropped to Ashley’s lips, the slightly nervous set to her jaw.

Breathing deeply, she tried again, this time bringing her arms up to wrap around Spencer’s neck, pulling the taller girl down to meet her mouth. She swept her mouth across Spencer’s lips, soft and slow, taking her time to appreciate every sensation. She felt Spencer’s arms circle her waist, linking her hands at the small of Ashley’s back.

She pushed up until she was almost on tiptoe, the motion causing her body to slide against Spencer’s. It was a warm night and neither of them was wearing a jacket. There were only a couple of layers of thin cotton between them and she felt her pulse quicken at the thought. She started nibbling gently on Spencer’s bottom lip, the way Spencer had done to her in their first kiss. And then she couldn’t hold back. She opened her mouth and let her tongue run over Spencer’s lips, seeking entrance. She grinned as Spencer’s mouth opened for her and their tongues met.

She let her fingers weave into Spencer’s hair, holding the blonde’s head in place. They kissed, hot and open-mouthed, stretching and moving against each other in rhythm with the kiss. Ashley heard herself moan softly in pleasure. As her mind started imagining how to move the encounter to a more private locale so that she could take it a lot further, alarm bells started going off in the back of her mind.

Slowly, because she didn’t really want it to end, she eased back out of the kiss. She couldn’t prevent herself from leaning back in for seconds and thirds and fourths.

Before the realisation of what they had done could hit Spencer, she hugged the blonde to her and whispered, “Sorry about that, but some of the boys from the football team were staring at us. I think they’re gone now.”

“Oh,” Spencer said. “Right.” Was there a note of disappointment in Spencer’s voice?

“You wanna go get something to eat now?” Ashley asked, hoping not to prolong their lingering. They were still loosely hugging and she was acutely aware of her growing reactions to the nearness of Spencer’s body.

“Sure.” Spencer finally stepped away and reached down to retrieve her book bag.

As they walked in the direction of Murray’s coffee house, Ashley reached down and took Spencer’s hand again. It felt wrong not to.

It never even occurred to her to check if Connor was still there; she had forgotten all about him.

* * *

That weekend, Spencer’s team had two away games, Saturday and Sunday. Ashley couldn’t join her on the roadtrip as she had another gig at the Roadhouse.

On Sunday afternoon, she took herself down to the softball field to wait for the bus to return. The only other person down there was Mike, Tyra’s boyfriend. Understandably, they did not chat. She wondered if he still blamed all gay people for getting kicked off the football team. She didn’t care.

When the bus arrived, she spotted Spencer immediately, sitting halfway down the aisle, talking to a group of girls. The team had won both games and were in good shape to reach the championship game, so everyone on the bus was in high spirits. Nonetheless, Spencer’s face broke into an even wider smile when she saw her.

She watched the blonde alight and head in her direction.

“Hey, there,” Spencer said, wrapping Ashley in a hug. “You don’t usually come to meet us.”

“I missed you.” That was true. She had missed Spencer more than she could possibly have imagined. As she inhaled the scent of her best friend’s perfume, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the closeness.

“I missed you, too.”

Feeling brave, she was about to pull back and kiss Spencer, knowing that she could always say she did it to annoy Tyra or Mike or whoever, when someone coughed discreetly.

“Can I have a word?” a voice behind Spencer asked. It was Jodie.

“Sure,” Spencer replied. She turned to face her and took Ashley’s hand in hers.

Jodie was obviously embarrassed, looking around to see who was watching her. She was jiggly, Ashley noted with amusement. “Look, I wanted to say that I’m sorry,” she rushed out.

“Sorry?” Spencer echoed.

“I’ve said some really bad things and I went along with Tyra and Anita and Sloane when they were ragging on you.” She sighed. “You’re nice, Spencer. I like you. Like, not just because you’re on the team. You’re a good person. And I’m sorry I said all those things. You two seem really happy together and I just want you to know that I think that’s great. In fact, I think you’re lucky to have each other.”

“Thanks, Jodie. I really appreciate you saying that.”

“And I’m sorry about the other day, Ashley. I—”

“Don’t worry about it,” she interrupted. She didn’t want Jodie to mention Connor. Spencer didn’t need to know about her jealousy.

Jodie looked at Spencer. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Spencer said.

“Cool.” Jodie obviously wanted to leave. “Will I see you later?”

Spencer smiled and lifted their joined hands to her lips, pressing a kiss to Ashley’s knuckles. “That kinda depends on what my girlfriend wants to do tonight. She’s not big on team parties.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow if I don’t catch you later.” Jodie trotted back over to the other friends, who had been watching the scene with some suspicion. Ashley suspected that Jodie would catch hell from her friends for breaking ranks with them.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Ashley said to Spencer.

“Yeah, it was.” Spencer looked between Jodie and Ashley. “I can’t imagine it’s gonna make Tyra or Sloane happy, though.”


“What did she mean about the other day?”

“Oh, I bumped into her and Sloane when I was with Justin and Sloane was running her mouth as usual.”

Spencer bumped shoulders with her. “So, what do you wanna do tonight?”

Ashley had assumed that Spencer’s previous comment had been just for Jodie’s benefit. It never occurred to her that Spencer wouldn’t be going along to her team’s victory celebrations. That was another reason she had come down to meet the bus: the thought of waiting another full day before seeing Spencer again had seemed far too long.

“You wanna go eat or just hang out at your place?” Spencer prompted.

“Anything you want to do is fine by me.” She’d gone down to the field hoping to score a hug and maybe a quick kiss. She hadn’t expected to come away with the chance to spend the evening with Spencer.

Sometimes, life was just good.

* * *

As Spencer stood in line at the cafeteria, getting herself a salad and some juice, Ashley stared at her legs and wondered what it might be like to run her hands over those supple thighs. Would Spencer moan? Would her skin quiver under Ashley’s touch? How high would she let Ashley go? If she dropped to her knees, would Spencer let her mark her there, a little reminder on her inner thigh that she belonged to Ashley?

Her view was suddenly blocked by Carmen appearing in front of her.

“Spencer said it’d be okay if I joined you. Do you mind?”

“On you go.” Ashley moved her things so Carmen could take the seat beside her.

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” Carmen said, sitting down and placing her lunch on the table.

“Yeah, she is,” Ashley agreed. Spencer was many things and hot was just one of them.

“You two are making quite the splash on campus. I heard you were having sex under the bleachers of the softball field on Sunday.”

“That’s what people are saying?”

“I lost count of how many people told me.”

“We hugged. In the parking lot. In full view of the team and all the coaching staff.”

At that moment, Spencer must have felt the two of them watching her, as she turned and blew a kiss in their direction. Ashley blushed and waved back.

“Oh my God,” Carmen said, looking between Spencer and Ashley with a growing smile of recognition on her face.


“This is real for you, isn’t it?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” she bluffed.

“No, I know that look. You really like her.”

Ashley lowered her voice. “Isn’t that the whole point of this? To convince people that we’re together?”

“Well, yeah.”

“So? That’s what I’m doing.”

Carmen laughed derisively. “You are a terrible liar.”

“You have an over-active imagination.”

“So, you’re telling me you don’t want to have yourself a little piece of that?”

“Don’t ever talk about Spence like that!” Ashley hissed.

“Ha! See? You have so fallen for her.”

“She’s my best friend. I don’t like anyone talking about my friends without respect.”

“Bullshit. You like her.”

“Shut up, Carmen.”

“I take it you haven’t told her?” Carmen was obviously unconvinced by her protestations.

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Dude,” Carmen said, picking at her mac and cheese, “you gotta tell her.”

“There is nothing to tell,” Ashley repeated evenly.

“Uh-huh. Nothing at all. No-one’s in love here.”

“Shut up. She’s coming over.”

Spencer joined them and sat down, shaking her juice box and sticking a straw in it. “What are you two plotting?”

“Plotting?” Ashley knew that she was blushing. Carmen was barely holding her laughter back.

“Your girlfriend here was just telling me how hot she thinks you are,” Carmen said.

Spencer winked at Ashley. “Well, isn’t that what all good girlfriends are meant to think about their other half?” Spencer obviously thought that Carmen was playing up to their little fiction. Ashley just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

“So true,” Carmen said. “And Ashley is a such a very good girlfriend.”

“The best,” Spencer agreed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people so obviously in love.”

If she didn’t shut up, Ashley was going slap her hand over Carmen’s mouth and smother her until she was unconscious.

Spencer was bemused. “Thanks, I think.”

“So, how’s things with the team?” Carmen asked.

As Spencer filled Carmen in on both the team’s recent performances and Jodie’s act of repentance, Ashley pushed her lunch around her plate. She was thinking about whether it was obvious to Spencer how she felt about her. On the face of it, Spencer still seemed to accept that they were play-acting. Even though they were closer than ever, they had still only shared two proper kisses and, as far as Spencer was concerned, both had been for show.

“Isn’t that right?” Carmen said, elbowing her.


“You two are coming to the senior class thesis show next Monday.”

Ashley stared at Carmen as if she had grown a second head, but the pointed look she received in reply managed to adequately convey the message that Ashley had better agree to whatever Carmen was suggesting, otherwise embarrassing things could be said.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she agreed.

“Excellent. I’ll have the tickets dropped off at your house.” Carmen held out her hand.

“Now what?”

“Uh, forty bucks, thanks.”

Ashley fished into her purse for her wallet and extracted two twenties. She held them out, wedged between her fingers. Carmen had to tug hard to pull them from her.

One of Spencer’s teammates called out to her from a nearby table, and she excused herself to go talk to her for a few minutes.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Ashley asked.

“The Art Department thesis show is a formal event. You know, like a proper gallery showing.”


Carmen rolled her eyes. “Are you really stupid, or what? A proper formal event means a dress. That smokin’ hot girl of yours in a dress. You two on a real date.” She patted Ashley on the shoulder. “You can thank me later, champ.”

“Why would you set me up on a date?”

Carmen shrugged. “I like Spencer. She’s a good friend.” When she saw that Ashley was waiting for her to explain further, she added, “There’s a reason that people so readily accepted that you two are a couple. You’re made for each other. God knows why, but she worships you. Maybe if you tell her how you feel, she might surprise you.”

“Has she said something?”

“Oh, God, are you really that stupid? Why would she need to say anything? Just look at her.”

Ashley looked over in Spencer’s direction and saw that Spencer kept glancing over at her too. They smiled at each other. “You really think—”

“Please! Give me a break, woman.” Carmen laughed. “And, look at it this way, it’s not like you’ll have to come out. Again.”

Ashley couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing.

* * *

Spencer’s team won that weekend as well. They were now virtually assured of making the championship game at the end of the season. They had two more games, both against the bottom team in their league, while the second- and third-placed teams had to play each other. Barring a catastrophe, they were in the game. Spencer’s mood was higher than it had ever been.

Ashley, meanwhile, was as nervous as a virgin in a whorehouse (a charming little phrase that dear old Dad had taught her). She had fussed over whether to get Spencer a present for their date-that-Spencer-didn’t-know-was-a-date. A corsage might be a little too formal; a single rose, far too romantic. But maybe she should try to be romantic? And how formal was formal anyway? Carmen had said that she would be wearing a black pant suit. Ashley asked her to find out what Spencer was wearing.

“Why don’t you just ask her, dude? She’s still your best friend. Best friends ask each other simple questions like that,” Carmen said.

Well, clearly Carmen didn’t appreciate that nothing was simple any more. Going to a gallery opening with your best friend was different from your first formal date with your not-really-girlfriend, especially when you hadn’t told said girl that it was a date.

She also sweated on whether to pick Spencer up or meet her there. Friends would meet there; dates picked you up. In the end, Spencer settled the matter by suggesting that she came round Ashley’s place after class so that they could get ready together and share a taxi.

On Monday, Ashley rushed home from her last class and frantically tidied her house. She was already in the shower when she heard Spencer shout through that she had arrived and would be getting changed in the guest room. Under normal circumstances, when they had done things like this in the past, she would have wandered through as soon as she was out of the shower and hung out with Spencer. She couldn’t bring herself to do that. Over the years, they had slept in the same bed, got dressed together, even seen each other naked on occasion, but it all felt different. The next time she saw Spencer in her underwear, or even less, she wanted them both to fully understand the full ramifications of their actions.

It was therefore with no small amount of trepidation that she found herself waiting for Spencer in her living room. When the blonde finally appeared—distracted, pulling at the strap of her dress to adjust it to her liking—Ashley nearly swallowed her tongue.

Spencer looked magnificent. She was wearing a simple black dress with spaghetti-thin shoulder straps, and her hair was up, a few strands framing her face. She looked impossibly grown-up and beautiful. Once again, Ashley found herself wondering how they could have been best friends for so many years and she had never realised just how perfect Spencer was.

She remained uncharacteristically quiet on the ride to the show. She was a little afraid that she would blurt out something stupid, so she was happy to let Spencer do the talking.

Carmen greeted them within minutes of their arrival and introduced them to some of the other seniors who were showing as ‘my friend Spencer and her girlfriend, Ashley’. The more Ashley heard that, the more right it sounded. Carmen even gave her a little conspiratorial wink. Ashley relaxed immediately. Somehow, knowing that she was expected to behave like she was on a date took the pressure off the fact that she really was on a date, even if Spencer didn’t know it.

They mingled. They looked around the various sculptures and paintings. They talked and laughed and joked. It felt natural because being around Spencer always felt natural. It felt right because being with Spencer was all she really wanted.

At one point, she was standing in line for drinks, watching Spencer talking animatedly to an earnest young man about his work, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Hi, Ashley,” the girl behind her said. “You probably don’t remember me.”

Ashley smiled at her. “Allison, right?” The girl had been in the life drawing class Ashley had taken with Carmen the previous year.

Allison nodded. “Yeah.”

“Are you showing tonight?” Ashley asked politely,

“Those seascapes are mine.” She pointed to a series of oils on canvas.

“They’re really good.” She meant it. She liked their simplicity.

The girl smiled bashfully. “Oh, thanks for saying so. I know it’s not really new or edgy.”

Ashley reached the front of the line and picked up two glasses of sparkling white wine. “Surely the point of art is to paint what you feel? It doesn’t all have to be sharks cut in half.” She stepped aside to let Allison get herself a drink.

Allison chuckled. “I guess not.” She shrugged. “I don’t want to be the next big thing anyway. I really want to be a commercial illustrator.”


“Books, posters, commercials. I remember seeing an advert for a vacation resort in a magazine as a kid—one of those artist’s impressions things—and it just fired my imagination. Ever since then, it’s been what I wanted to do when I grew up.”

“I felt the same when my dad used to play his acoustic guitar and sing to me.”

They moved to the edge of the room. Ashley caught Spencer’s eye and held her glass aloft. Spencer nodded and held up two fingers to indicate that she would join them in a couple of minutes.

“That’s a beautiful dress Spencer’s wearing,” Allison said.

“Yes, it is,” Ashley agreed, staring at her date. “I take it you know each other?”

“I’m Cassie’s roommate.” Cassie was the teammate that Spencer thought might be gay, and Allison said ‘roommate’ the way Ashley used to say ‘best friend’ about Spencer. Suddenly, Ashley thought she might understood a little more about Allison.

“Oh? I’ve never seen you at any of the games.”

“I work weekends.”

“Ah.” Ashley sipped her wine.

“You go to all the games?”

“All the home games, at any rate.” She thought of the conversation with Carmen and Spencer in the cafeteria the previous week. “It’s what a good girlfriend does.”

Allison nodded. “I always wondered about you two—you know, before I knew.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I guess I’m a lot worse at hiding my feelings than I think I am.” She wondered how obvious it must have been to everyone except her—and Spencer, of course.

“How did you know?”

“About Spencer?”

“That what you felt was more than friends. It must be hard to make that leap. The risk that you might lose your best friend.” Allison definitely sounded like she was invested in the answer beyond just simple curiosity.

“I don’t know the exact moment, but it was somewhere between the first and second times we kissed,” Ashley said honestly. “I know now that I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love her. As to when that turned into being in love with her, I wonder if maybe it wasn’t always like that, but I was just unable to see it. For the reason that you said—we’re best friends and I don’t want to lose that—and because I guess it never occurred to me that I might be gay. I mean, I’ve kissed a couple of girls before, but it didn’t really do anything for me. Well, no more than kissing a guy anyway. No-one’s ever made my stomach flip the way that Spence does.”

“Maybe it’s just Spencer,” Allison suggested.

“Maybe,” Ashley agreed, smiling as Spencer walked towards them, moving gracefully through the crowd, looking more beautiful than ever. “I just know that she takes my breath away every time I see her.” She paused as Spencer came to stand next to her, easing her glass of wine from Ashley’s hand. She slipped her arm proprietorially around Spencer’s waist.

“Hi, Allison.”

“Hey, Spencer.” She tipped her glass in Spencer’s direction.

Ashley decided to be brave. “Allison was just asking when I knew I was in love with you.”

Spencer smiled. “Really? And what did you say?”

She really did play the role of girlfriend so well, Ashley thought, as Spencer reached over with the hand which held her wine glass and trailed her finger down Ashley’s bare arm, causing her to shiver.

“Somewhere between the first time you kissed me and the first time I kissed you, I knew that I didn’t want anyone else but me ever kissing you again, and I realised that I’d felt that way for as long as I could remember. All I wanted was for you to be mine.”

Spencer looked at her with both fondness and a little suspicion. “She’s not usually this romantic, Allison,” she said, glancing in the direction of the other girl. “It must be the wine.”

“It’s not the wine,” Ashley said very quietly. It wasn’t the wine and it wasn’t an act. “It’s you. It’s always been you.” She was merely using the cover of pretending to tell the truth. She was in love with Spencer Carlin and, looking back, she found it hard to think of a time when she wasn’t. She turned slightly towards Spencer, keeping her arm around the other girl’s waist.

“I think I’m just going to go speak to Teddy,” Allison excused herself. It was done in the manner of someone who knew that they were no longer required. From the indulgent look she gave the two of them as she moved off, she didn’t seem to mind.

Ashley saw none of that and wasn’t even aware of Allison leaving. All she knew was Spencer: Spencer’s perfume; the warmth of her skin underneath the silk of her dress; the way her eyes were smiling, crinkling at the edges; the uneven breathing.

“You say the loveliest things sometimes,” Spencer said softly.

“You make it easy.”

They were going to kiss. And, Ashley noted, neither of them was taking the lead; both of them were moving forward. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it had a level of intimacy that Ashley had never experienced before. She tried to put all the words she couldn’t say into the soft brush of their lips and the way her arm tightened around Spencer’s waist. They didn’t pull apart afterwards. They stood there, foreheads resting together.

“Allison’s gone,” Ashley said.


“I think we were rude to her.”


“We should…” She didn’t know what they should do. Ashley would have been happy to stand there with Spencer and do nothing for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Spencer was still stroking up and down Ashley’s bare arm with the backs of her fingers. “You know, you’ll make someone a very good girlfriend one day.”

Ashley shut her eyes. “And whoever gets you will be the luckiest person in the world.” She knew they had to move before she said too much, but she couldn’t stop talking. “You look beautiful tonight. You really suit your hair up.”

Spencer blushed. “I just wanted to look nice.”

“You look a lot better than nice.”

Spencer stepped back and took Ashley’s hand. “See? You really are a good girlfriend.” As they walked over to the group of people Allison was talking to, she added, “Just so you know, I’m really proud to be with you.”

Ashley couldn’t help but wish she had been even braver and said more, but it was enough that she was with Spencer and everyone else thought that they were together.

They were together. Spencer just didn’t know it yet.

* * * * *

Next up: Part III [A]


  1. Posted 30 November 2012 at 9.00pm | Permalink

    Oh, I love this story. I will totally take this update and pretend that it is my birthday present! So…thank you, Dev!

  2. Posted 30 November 2012 at 11.04pm | Permalink

    I absolutely loved this update. Ashley and her realization that she’s head over heals in love with Spencer is positively adorable. I also enjoy how nobody is surprised that they’re in a relationship because it’s so obvious that Spencer and Ashley are made for each other.

    My hope is that the road for these two isn’t a bumpy one, because they are really sweet together. The fact that this is called ‘Reality Bites’ however, makes me think that there might be some angst ahead.

    Either way, I can’t wait to read what you have in store for these two next.

  3. Amanda
    Posted 1 December 2012 at 7.16am | Permalink

    This was exactly what I needed. Your stories are the best pick-me-ups I know.

  4. tongue-tied
    Posted 1 December 2012 at 1.15pm | Permalink

    Fabby, as always Dev. Classy and sweet and fluff and sprinkles :D

  5. Posted 1 December 2012 at 1.46pm | Permalink

    So.Damn.Good! I did not want this chapter to end. Loving it…Dev? Haha.

  6. Giselle Santi
    Posted 1 December 2012 at 1.57pm | Permalink

    Great update, as usual! Really love this story, Ashley is great on it. Thank you and again looking forward to the next part… :-)

  7. cbrammer
    Posted 1 December 2012 at 4.42pm | Permalink

    Another great update. I love how much recognition there is there now within Ashley. I just wish that she was brave enough to let Spencer know how she is really feeling. I suspect that Spencer is feeling the same since she allowed that kiss to happen after the Library when she did not know that anyone was watching and the little hint of disappointment when Ashley made her aware.

    I didn’t want this to end. I can’t wait to see what is in store for these two.

  8. Lyn
    Posted 1 December 2012 at 9.44pm | Permalink

    This really cheered up my day. After a long day of my grandma’s funeral, a bit of fluff was just what I needed;). Thanks! Keep this story going, I love it so far!

  9. Charlotte
    Posted 2 December 2012 at 3.15am | Permalink

    I’m really loving this story. Great job.

  10. Posted 3 December 2012 at 6.54am | Permalink

    I want to shed a few tears; Spencer’s so unknown to how Ashley feels, and there Ashley goes, falling head over heels for her. Awesome update, Dev.

  11. yeahbutno
    Posted 17 December 2012 at 1.17am | Permalink

    Dev, you come up with the best scenarios for fanfic, along with Sezzles. You are a true Romantic………..or a big walkover *laughs* serious, your fics and Sez’s are cute and we all like the hotness but I think I love the cuteness as much.

    As you know I ALWAYS love your Ashley, especially here. Sooooo into Spence.

    Loving it so far but time to read and fb is limited but please carry on. Thank you.

    PS Weeben has a custom made Hoops top from my BiL saying “The ‘tic 12 Euro. here we come” hahahahaha

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