Spencer: “What are you doing?!” I whisper into the walkie.

Ashley: “Look outside your window.”

I smile nervously, sit the walkie talkie on my nightstand and walk to my window. I open it and look to the side to see Ashley, hanging on that plastic fence thing my mom grows vines on.

Spencer: “Ashley you’re gonna fall!” I whisper afraid.

Ashley: “I’m not, just let me in.”

Spencer: “What if we get caught?” I ask nervously.

Ashley: “We won’t, just stop freaking out and be quiet.”

I nod nervously and open the window more letting her in. Once she steps in she looks down at her pants, brushing them off. I look at her incredulously. Her eyes shift up to me and she’s smirking. She walks towards me, pulling me into a fiery kiss.

Ashley: “I’ve missed you.” she manages to say through the kiss.

Spencer: “I missed you too.” I give her a light peck on the lips.

Spencer: “Your mom’s scary.” I say seriously and she tries not to laugh. “No, I’m serious! I was going to try and sneak up to your room…somehow. Anyway, I looked out my door and she was giving me this really scary death glare.”

Ashley: “It’s just a psych-out thing she does.” she says, loosely wrapping her arms around my waist.

Spencer: “But she’s never given me that look before. It kind of freaked me out.” I pout.

Ashley: “Aww babe…” she kisses me on the forehead and I rest my head on her shoulder. “…She wasn’t going to do anything. She gives me that look all the time. You know she loves you.”

Spencer: “I know.” I lift my head and look into her eyes. “When we’re not together, everything makes me think about you.”

Ashley: “Really?” she asks sounding so innocent. I nod and smile weakly.

Spencer: “Books, pictures, pillows, memories…I can’t blink without thinking about you because…every time I close my eyes, you’re there.”

Ashley: “Spencer.” she simpers. “That was so sweet.” She kisses me and leans her forehead against mine. “Spen?”

Spencer: “Hmm?”

Ashley: “You think I’m gorgeous. You want to kiss me. You want to hug me. You want to love me. You want to smooch me. You want to-” there’s a knock at my door.