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    This Must Be It … Welcome To the New Year – (Chapter: 4: If You Don’t Want To Talk About It Then It Isn’t Love)

    Story written on March 26, 2007 by eveninglights.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=14012
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    “Oh,” she says, “you’re changing.”
    But we’re always changing
    It does not bother me to say this isn’t love
    Because if you don’t want to talk about it then it isn’t love
    And I guess I’m going to have to live with that
    -Counting Crows-

    "Oh," she says, "you’re changing."
    But we’re always changing
    It does not bother me to say this isn’t love
    Because if you don’t want to talk about it then it isn’t love
    And I guess I’m going to have to live with that
    -Counting Crows-

    Dark eyes stared back at Spencer. The blonde sat at the table, her gaze fixated on the tiny figure in front of her. She was growing weary, Spencer had been sitting there in silence for a good twenty minutes and her patience was wearing thin. God stop staring at me. I hate it when you stare like that … I hate that I love you so much, I don’t care about you, I don’t! Last Easter you were all I thought about but not anymore. I can’t deal…With the effects you have on my body. The blonde gulped audibly

    Straightening herself up, the teen fixed her pink lace dress that her mother had bought for her. It had a high neckline and left tons to the imagination. Spencer would normally never agree to wear such a monstrosity but she hadn’t expected to see anyone important today. Easter was normally a pretty family oriented holiday, at least in the Carlin home. Spencer’s mind began to wander; those eyes watched her intently, the silence growing almost unbearable for the small blonde. I can’t go on like this, not talking to her.

    A certain dark haired best friend was constantly on her mind. Everywhere she went Spencer was reminded of the brunette. Ever since St. Patrick’s Day Spencer and Ashley had barely uttered more then ten words to one another. Whenever one girl would get up the courage to talk they were either interrupted or the conversation simply was too awkward to continue. Which is why here in her dining room, Spencer was fuming, her emotions boiling over when she thought of the ways Ashley had used her that night.

    She was disgusted, furious, confused and turned on, all at the same time. That last emotion bothering her most. She was sleep deprived and noticeably thinner, her eating habits deteriorating over the past three weeks. The worst part about this entire ordeal is that she kept replaying that kiss late at night, as she lay in bed, her body wrought with sexual frustration, she would slide under her sheets, tossing and turning hopelessly. She felt Ashley’s lips as they crashed into hers and the way the brunette had tasted of beer and vanilla mint toothpaste.

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    2. I don’t blame Spencer for telling Ashley that they can’t see each other until Ashley sorts out her feelings. It would be too hard. I’m just wondering what there is to sort out. Ashley should go for it. She’s going to lose Spencer’s friendship if she doesn’t.

    3. Ohh Ashley Ashley how you make me laugh!! haha! As funny as the ending was I’m still mad that Ashley could be so clueless towards Spencer’s feelings! PMS please!

    6. I discovered this gem of a story today and red all 4 chapters and was grieved by the fact that you never finished. This is such a very unique and believable story, please finish it… You are an awesome and gifted writer, don’t let that go to waste. Please update.

    8. I don’t blame Spencer for telling Ashley that they can’t see each other until Ashley sorts out her feelings. It would be too hard. I’m just wondering what there is to sort out. Ashley should go for it. She’s going to lose Spencer’s friendship if she doesn’t.

    9. Ohh Ashley Ashley how you make me laugh!! haha! As funny as the ending was I’m still mad that Ashley could be so clueless towards Spencer’s feelings! PMS please!

    12. I discovered this gem of a story today and red all 4 chapters and was grieved by the fact that you never finished. This is such a very unique and believable story, please finish it… You are an awesome and gifted writer, don’t let that go to waste. Please update.

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