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    I Promise… – (Chapter: Who In The World Is Chauncey?)

    "Jesus!" I said as I messed up.. I paused the game, I was totally pulled out of my zone… "What?!"

    "Hi!" Kyla said in an unusually cheery mood.

    "You messed me up!" I whined into my phone.

    "Sorry?…. BUT, I got a date for our party!"

    "WHAT?!"

    "Yeah, his names Josh. He’s soo cute, Ashley! And I figured that, since Aiden doesn’t like me, I should move on, right?"

    "But–"

    "Sorry, I gotta go… I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing."

    "Guitar hero with Jonathon…" I said weakly… A date?

    "Right.. well, bye. Love you.."

    "Love you, too." Well great. This is going to crush Aiden. And the one time I need to talk to her, she has to go… Every other time I don’t even want to talk to her, she won’t stop fucking talking..

    I can’t tell Aiden, it’ll kill him, and I can’t tell Kyla Aiden loves her, I promised I wouldn’t… So this just fucking sucks…. I sighed heavily. Jonathon walked up to me.

    "Whats wrong, Ashie?"

    "Nothing, dude… just problems with my sister.. And wait.. Ashie?" I heard Spencer laugh from her spot on his bed. "Spencer, it’s not funny."

    "Yes it is, Ashie." She said, laughing even harder.

    "Spencer!" I yelled as I restarted my song. Again, I totally kick ass at Guitar Hero.

    "Shit." I cursed aloud, as I messed a note up, forgetting the almost-7-year-old in the room.

    "You said a bad word." He laughed.

    "Yeah, I did. I’m sorry."

    That night Spencer was in my arms crying. She wouldn’t tell me why and I didn’t want to push her… but something in my gut told me I should have.

     

    The day was spent with her friends. We all had fun, but Spencer seemed distant. I got all their numbers since all of us had become really close during the near week we had spent there for Christmas. They even came with all of us to the airport… only there were lucky anddrove themselves. I was back in the van again. When it got time to leave, Lauren and Michelle seemed really sad to see me go. Patrick actually hugged me.

    "See you around, Davies." He said as he let go. "And you better call!" He laughed.

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