Staplegunned, S/A - AU, Ch 13 - PG(?)
Yes'm. The next bit. No smut. Feel free to skip it, lol.
Chapter 13
Spencer managed to make it through the rest of the day without leaving early, although every bit of her wanted to. She didn’t want to look clingy, after all. There was a fine line between wanting someone to know you were interested and just being creepy, and she wasn’t looking to cross it.
She tried to be calm as she made her way from the convention center back to her room. Should she call Ashley right away, or rest a while and wait? Calling right away might look desperate, but the waiting just might kill her. She had to see her. Even if she didn’t touch Ashley, she had to at least be able to look at her, to hear her voice...Oh God, that voice. Spencer had never done drugs, they weren’t her thing, but she was fairly certain this was how addicts felt when they were coming down off their high; fraught, crazy, and yes, desperate.
Even if it was just a little something, she needed a hit of Ashley, and she needed it soon.
She got on the elevator, thinking of the last time she’d been in one. That morning, holding hands with the object of her thoughts. She closed her eyes and could vividly remember the soft, comforting grasp of the other girl’s hand. She smiled, but was shaken out of her reverie when the lift halted. She opened her eyes, a tiny part of her thinking, wishing, it could be Ashley. But alas, it was some touristy out-of-towner in a bad Hawaiian shirt and Teva’s. She sighed dejectedly and rode the rest of the way to her floor in blessed silence.
She half ran, half walked to her room. Upon entering, she was sad to see that housekeeping had cleaned and straightened up. They’d erased the scene of tangled bed sheets, obliterating the evidence of the night before. She almost went and rumpled them herself, but knew the sight wouldn’t be the same. So instead, she went to the desk and grabbed the phone and dialed the number that, miraculously, was still on her hand. She wondered briefly how it was still there after taking a shower and everything, but didn’t actually really care. It was proof, as far as she was concerned.
It rang 3 times before the now-familiar voice answered, “This had better be a hot blonde.”
Spencer laughed into the phone, “Have you been answering the phone like that all day?” she asked, almost rhetorically.
“Yep.” She said quickly.
“You have not.” Spencer said, chuckling.
“Okay, you’re right, I haven’t. But that is only because no one’s called me.” She said, and Spencer could practically hear her smiling.
“Well, now I’m calling you, how’s that?” Spencer asked, in a slightly sing-song tone.
“That is fabulous.” Ashley answered.
Spencer smiled, then asked, “So, how was your non-phone-answering day? Productive?” Was this considered small talk? She really did want to know the answer to her question, but didn’t want Ashley to think she was being inane.
“Oh, y’know, I just hung out, worked on some songs, and had some wicked flashbacks…” the way she said ‘wicked flashbacks’ probably wasn’t meant to, but it made Spencer sit in the desk chair and cross her legs.
“F-f-flashbacks?” she stuttered, squeezing her legs together tighter.
“Mm-hm. Actually, more like instant replays.”
Spencer swallowed hard, knowing Ashley could hear it. “That sounds, um, interesting…” she managed. She was turning into a puddle, and Ashley wasn’t even talking dirty…
“Definitely interesting,” she drawled. Then, as if that part of the conversation hadn’t transpired, her voice was chipper and upbeat, “How was the expo? Learn lots of tricks?”
Spencer blinked, ripped from her puddle-like state and back to reality. “Um, it was, y’know…an expo.” She laughed, “But yes, I think I did learn a few things.”
“That’s cool, then. You go back again tomorrow?” Ashley asked.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t go as long as it did today.” Spencer replied, giddy at the thought.
“Well, that’s good news for me then, isn’t it?” Ashley said. Jesus, the way this girl could turn it on and off was driving Spencer completely bonkers. Two could play at that game.
“Good news for the both of us, I’d say.” She husked, aiming to drive Ashley just as far up the wall as the other girl had driven her.
“I agree. How long until I can come get you?” Spencer gaped into the receiver, caught off guard by Ashley’s statement.
“What?” She asked, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry, I should probably ask if you even want to do something first…” Ashley trailed off, uncertain.
“No, no, of course I want to do something, I just, um, it was one of those things, y’know, I didn’t hear what you said until after I’d already said ‘what?’…” She said, covering.
“Oh, I hate it when that happens!” Ashley said. “Okay, great. Do you need to get ready? I know I do…” she mumbled.
“Yeah, right, like you couldn’t just wear a potato sack and still look hot.” Spencer said before she could catch herself. She winced.
She heard Ashley laugh, then smiled at herself. “You know what I mean…”
“I think so.” Ashley said, quietly.
“Oh, c’mon, you know you’re gorgeous.” She said, incredulously.
“It sounds better when you say it, though.” Ashley replied quietly. “So much better.”
“I can be ready in ten minutes,” Spencer said quickly.
“Perfect! I’ll see you then!” Ashley squeaked.
“See ya then!” Spencer said, hanging up.
She didn’t even try to banish the grin that spread across her face.
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Chapter 13
Spencer managed to make it through the rest of the day without leaving early, although every bit of her wanted to. She didn’t want to look clingy, after all. There was a fine line between wanting someone to know you were interested and just being creepy, and she wasn’t looking to cross it.
She tried to be calm as she made her way from the convention center back to her room. Should she call Ashley right away, or rest a while and wait? Calling right away might look desperate, but the waiting just might kill her. She had to see her. Even if she didn’t touch Ashley, she had to at least be able to look at her, to hear her voice...Oh God, that voice. Spencer had never done drugs, they weren’t her thing, but she was fairly certain this was how addicts felt when they were coming down off their high; fraught, crazy, and yes, desperate.
Even if it was just a little something, she needed a hit of Ashley, and she needed it soon.
She got on the elevator, thinking of the last time she’d been in one. That morning, holding hands with the object of her thoughts. She closed her eyes and could vividly remember the soft, comforting grasp of the other girl’s hand. She smiled, but was shaken out of her reverie when the lift halted. She opened her eyes, a tiny part of her thinking, wishing, it could be Ashley. But alas, it was some touristy out-of-towner in a bad Hawaiian shirt and Teva’s. She sighed dejectedly and rode the rest of the way to her floor in blessed silence.
She half ran, half walked to her room. Upon entering, she was sad to see that housekeeping had cleaned and straightened up. They’d erased the scene of tangled bed sheets, obliterating the evidence of the night before. She almost went and rumpled them herself, but knew the sight wouldn’t be the same. So instead, she went to the desk and grabbed the phone and dialed the number that, miraculously, was still on her hand. She wondered briefly how it was still there after taking a shower and everything, but didn’t actually really care. It was proof, as far as she was concerned.
It rang 3 times before the now-familiar voice answered, “This had better be a hot blonde.”
Spencer laughed into the phone, “Have you been answering the phone like that all day?” she asked, almost rhetorically.
“Yep.” She said quickly.
“You have not.” Spencer said, chuckling.
“Okay, you’re right, I haven’t. But that is only because no one’s called me.” She said, and Spencer could practically hear her smiling.
“Well, now I’m calling you, how’s that?” Spencer asked, in a slightly sing-song tone.
“That is fabulous.” Ashley answered.
Spencer smiled, then asked, “So, how was your non-phone-answering day? Productive?” Was this considered small talk? She really did want to know the answer to her question, but didn’t want Ashley to think she was being inane.
“Oh, y’know, I just hung out, worked on some songs, and had some wicked flashbacks…” the way she said ‘wicked flashbacks’ probably wasn’t meant to, but it made Spencer sit in the desk chair and cross her legs.
“F-f-flashbacks?” she stuttered, squeezing her legs together tighter.
“Mm-hm. Actually, more like instant replays.”
Spencer swallowed hard, knowing Ashley could hear it. “That sounds, um, interesting…” she managed. She was turning into a puddle, and Ashley wasn’t even talking dirty…
“Definitely interesting,” she drawled. Then, as if that part of the conversation hadn’t transpired, her voice was chipper and upbeat, “How was the expo? Learn lots of tricks?”
Spencer blinked, ripped from her puddle-like state and back to reality. “Um, it was, y’know…an expo.” She laughed, “But yes, I think I did learn a few things.”
“That’s cool, then. You go back again tomorrow?” Ashley asked.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t go as long as it did today.” Spencer replied, giddy at the thought.
“Well, that’s good news for me then, isn’t it?” Ashley said. Jesus, the way this girl could turn it on and off was driving Spencer completely bonkers. Two could play at that game.
“Good news for the both of us, I’d say.” She husked, aiming to drive Ashley just as far up the wall as the other girl had driven her.
“I agree. How long until I can come get you?” Spencer gaped into the receiver, caught off guard by Ashley’s statement.
“What?” She asked, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry, I should probably ask if you even want to do something first…” Ashley trailed off, uncertain.
“No, no, of course I want to do something, I just, um, it was one of those things, y’know, I didn’t hear what you said until after I’d already said ‘what?’…” She said, covering.
“Oh, I hate it when that happens!” Ashley said. “Okay, great. Do you need to get ready? I know I do…” she mumbled.
“Yeah, right, like you couldn’t just wear a potato sack and still look hot.” Spencer said before she could catch herself. She winced.
She heard Ashley laugh, then smiled at herself. “You know what I mean…”
“I think so.” Ashley said, quietly.
“Oh, c’mon, you know you’re gorgeous.” She said, incredulously.
“It sounds better when you say it, though.” Ashley replied quietly. “So much better.”
“I can be ready in ten minutes,” Spencer said quickly.
“Perfect! I’ll see you then!” Ashley squeaked.
“See ya then!” Spencer said, hanging up.
She didn’t even try to banish the grin that spread across her face.
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