She sat her laptop down on the bed, “Just leave me alone Ashley.”

“Spencer please let me explain.”

She stopped messing with her things long enough to look at me. If looks could kill I’d be six feet under, “I don’t want a damn explanation Ashley. Right now I just want to be left alone.”

I said nothing. I just turned and walked out of the room. I grabbed my purse and left. I went back to the store where Spencer saw the dress. I went in and tried them on. Her size was pretty close to my own so I just bough it a little loose on myself. I thought I’d have to sneak it into the apartment, but when I got back she was still in the bedroom with the door closed. I walked to my bedroom and put the dress up in my closet. I looked at the time. It was getting close to 7:30. I gently knocked on the bedroom door, “Spence, I hate to interrupt you but what would you like for dinner?”

She got up and came to the door, jerking it open, “I want to be left alone.”

I jumped back. She was really starting to scare me, “O-kay. I guess I’ll just order something for myself.”

“Fine by me.” She closed the door and I just stood there in shock.

I turned around, grabbed the phone, and called in my order. Chinese was always the best at the last minute.

After dinner I grabbed my guitar and went out on my balcony and started writing a little. But I was restless for lyrics so I called a quits and went back inside. I was so tired of waiting for her to come out of that bedroom and talk to me. I wanted to open the door and barge in but I held myself back. I took a long shower and decided to go ahead and go to bed. I laid there, tossing and turning. I kept wondering if everything between Spencer and I had just been completely messed up by Adrienne-the-slut showing up.

I heard the bedroom door open up. I could see her shadow cast on the floor outside my door. She walked into the bathroom and came back out. She stood in my doorway looking at me lying in the bed.

“Are you okay?”

She stood in the doorway a little bit longer without a word. Finally she walked in and came to the bed. She sat down on the edge, facing me, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I should be the one that’s sorry. I should’ve told you about her.”

“Yeah, you should’ve. But I also shouldn’t have gotten so jealous over the whole fact. While I was in the bedroom writing I realized that just like me, you had a different life before you came back to Los Angeles. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is now.”

I sat up and leaned closer to her, “I just want you to know that no matter what’s happened in my past, and by that I mean before and after you, you’re always the one that my heart falls back to. I don’t think I could ever get over you Spencer. But I never want to find out.”