The Same
-South Of Nowhere
-Ashley/Spencer
-Set during early Season Three. Angst.
-Like reputations. Like my guitar. Like you - irreplaceable you and your smile of sunshine and every good thing that the world can create - just like you and you are not where I left you.
-PG
I wouldn’t call the before-hand easy, but at least I knew where things stood.
Like reputations. Like my guitar. Like you - irreplaceable you and your smile of sunshine and every good thing that the world can create - just like you and you are not where I left you.
Ashley knows it is stupid, to think that mistakes are simple and can be forgiven with just a few choice words of remorse. But when Spencer walks away, the first time on a day long after three months, Ashley gets it like a punch to the stomach.
Nothing stays the same.
I don’t want to stalk you, want to keep hidden in my desires, but it is so habitual for me to call you up and joke you to my side.
Like I used to. Like you used to let me do. Like us - shadows of summers gone and teasing kisses and every moment that we created - just like us and ‘us’ is no longer around.
Ashley knows it is dumb, to think that sly moves will bring about true love again and make all this mess clean once more. But when Spencer walks away, the second time on a night so long after three months, Ashley gets it like losing all the blood in her veins.
No one stays the same.
I can’t stop it now, not this ache and not this need, but you’ve shut so many doors in my face.
Like girlfriend. Like best friend. Like anything at all - strangers to lovers with too many whispered secrets and planes and trains and every which way one can run - just like anything at all and we are nothing.
Ashley knows, oh she knows, that those lips are not her own when they speak and it is not her tongue that tells so many lies just to get who she wants. But when Spencer walks away, the third time out of a club and with another girl at her hip, Ashley gets it and gets it and gets it.
Everything has changed.
-Ashley/Spencer
-Set during early Season Three. Angst.
-Like reputations. Like my guitar. Like you - irreplaceable you and your smile of sunshine and every good thing that the world can create - just like you and you are not where I left you.
-PG
I wouldn’t call the before-hand easy, but at least I knew where things stood.
Like reputations. Like my guitar. Like you - irreplaceable you and your smile of sunshine and every good thing that the world can create - just like you and you are not where I left you.
Ashley knows it is stupid, to think that mistakes are simple and can be forgiven with just a few choice words of remorse. But when Spencer walks away, the first time on a day long after three months, Ashley gets it like a punch to the stomach.
Nothing stays the same.
I don’t want to stalk you, want to keep hidden in my desires, but it is so habitual for me to call you up and joke you to my side.
Like I used to. Like you used to let me do. Like us - shadows of summers gone and teasing kisses and every moment that we created - just like us and ‘us’ is no longer around.
Ashley knows it is dumb, to think that sly moves will bring about true love again and make all this mess clean once more. But when Spencer walks away, the second time on a night so long after three months, Ashley gets it like losing all the blood in her veins.
No one stays the same.
I can’t stop it now, not this ache and not this need, but you’ve shut so many doors in my face.
Like girlfriend. Like best friend. Like anything at all - strangers to lovers with too many whispered secrets and planes and trains and every which way one can run - just like anything at all and we are nothing.
Ashley knows, oh she knows, that those lips are not her own when they speak and it is not her tongue that tells so many lies just to get who she wants. But when Spencer walks away, the third time out of a club and with another girl at her hip, Ashley gets it and gets it and gets it.
Everything has changed.