A/N: Alright guys I really am sorry.  I’ve spent the last half a year using loaned laptops because mine broke down.  Finally got a new one, and had to transfer all the hard drive data (i.e. The Deal) and then school.  But whatevs, you guys don’t care. =) You guys was more Spashley.  So without further ado I present to you, The Deal, continued.

Ashley moved through their house.  Picking up stray pieces of clothing on her way downstairs.  She made a pile of their earlier discarded clothing on the couch and shuffled into the kitchen.  Opening the refrigerator she proceeded to make herself a sandwich, well she preferred the term sammich.  But she wasn’t so sure if she could call this creation a sammich.  Taking her oversized sandwich with every lunch meat, ever condiment, and every vegetable in it she turned towards the couch.  Settling down she took a large bite from the sandwich when the phone rang.  Grabbing it before it woke up her wife she answered.  Then realizing her mistake as she tried to chew her food as fast as possible.

“Harfo?” 

“Hello?”

“Mfr. Car’n”

“Yes.  Ashley?”

“Yef.”

“Sorry, we were worried when you never called to let us know that you landed.  We figured you had that party at Kyla and Aiden’s place.  But-well I hope we’re not bothering you.”

“Nro. Nro.  Yurr noct.  Forry you hacd to ‘oree.” 

Arthur could tell the brunette was probably eating and he tried not to laugh at the girl.

“That’s good. Is Spencer there?”

“Shfeeping.”

Ashley continued to chew her sandwich vigorously.

“Oh, well let her know we called.  And make sure she doesn’t tire herself out.  Her mother is always doing that.”

Ashley almost choked on the remainder of her sandwich.  Swallowing the large chunks of food she finally replied properly.

“Don’t worry about a thing Mr. C, I’ll make sure she doesn’t tire herself out.”

I’m the only one that gets to tire her out.  The brunette evilly thought.

“Did they get home safely?”  She heard Paula’s frantic voice as the phone shuffled some.

“Spencer?  Spencer honey?”  The older blonde half yelled into the phone.

“Sorry Mrs. C she’s sleeping.”  She smiled at the thought that she was close enough to Paula Carlin to call her Mrs. C.