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    Why Can't We Be Friends – (Chapter: Chapter 3: The Morning After)

    Story written on August 2, 2008 by spahlyluv07.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=15210
    Author Notes:

    Spencer or Sean goes to their day at king and Ashley finds out something she might not be able to handle.

    Sean’s POV thoughts will be in a italics and Spencer’s POV thought with be bold and in italics. Songs are also in italics.

    So now back to the story

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    Sean’s POV

    I woke up this morning not really remembering much of last night. What the fuck time is it? My fucking god my head is killing me. As I went to left my arm so I could check the time I realized that I wasn’t able to move it. I turned my head to look at what my arm is stuck under. There was my answer a beautiful girl passed out on top of my arm. Shit what is her name I cant remember it. I decided that I wouldn’t try to continue to move my arm because I might wake her so I just looked around the room for the clock. Where the fuck is that stupid clock it is always right next to my bed.

    Wait where the fuck am I? This most definitely not my room. What happened last night? I laid there and thought about last nights events trying to remember. Oh shit damn it Spencer. I swear this happens all the time she drinks till she is hammered then I step in not really think about how much she has had to drink then I deiced I want to do some form drugs whatever I have on me at the time and then I can’t ever really remember the details of the night before. I feel like shit, fuck this and we start our first fucking day and King today fucking great. But first I need to talk to Spence.

    "SPENCER!!!!!!" I yelled in my mind. Hopping to get her to respond. I should fill in so details.

    Well since Spencer and I harbor the same body we both can control it, but not at the same time usually something has to happen in order for us to switch. Its always been like that. We can communicate to one another in thoughts or when we are alone in a room we speak freely. Our emotions run differently well pretty much everything does but our body responded to everything we do and most of the time whichever one of us who is taking control at that moment has to deal with whatever our body is going thought. And today it looks like its me fuck my life.

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    1. ok i’m only on pg like 3 and i just had to say holy shit i’m listening to beautiful as i’m reading this…. wow that’s fucking freaky. anyway i should prob finish the chap now… it’s great so far!

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