You’re so fucking scared of the truth, Spencer.

No, I’m not.

Bullshit.  Pick up the deck and chug your beer, Carlin.

Don’t start, Davies.  I didn’t come here to outsarcasm you.

Then why are you here?

Because I miss you, you jackass.

We said our goodbyes three months ago, Spencer. 

I.miss.you.  And I needed to see you one more time.

Why?

Because I can’t stand to see you go off to New York not knowing if you hate me or love me.  Not knowing if you regret what we had or wish you had it back. 

So, you’re only here so I can get closure?

No.  I…that’s not why…

Why do you care if I hate you or not?

Because I care about you, Ash.  And I know you still care about me.

So, you’re here because you want closure too?

No, I’m not here for that.  I told you.  I wanted to see you.

But why?

Are you not listening to me?

Oh, I’m listening, but I’m really wondering what the real reason is behind why you’re here.  Does Carmen know you’re here?

What?

You heard me.

No, she doesn’t, but I’m on my way to her place and –

Why didn’t you tell her you were coming to see me?

It wasn’t like I planned this, Ash.

Mmm.

I didn’t!  I needed to see you, so I came.

And you’re here why, again?

To say good – oh, just, fucking forget it.

No, tell me.

You don’t care anyways!

So?  Maybe I will once I hear it.

You were my best friend, Ash.  I can’t just…lose you.

That’s not what you said three months ago.

No, that’s what you said.  You told me it was –

All or nothing.

And you chose nothing.

No, Spence, you chose nothing.  I told you that you’re either with me as my girlfriend, or you’re not with me at all.  You told me you weren’t in love with me anymore and that sealed the deal.  Nail in the coffin.  Straw that broke the back.  Whatever.  Your choice, Spencer, not mine.

I wasn’t in love with you anymore.  It wasn’t fair for me to be your girlfriend when I didn’t love you the way you loved me. 

And you made that loud and clear.  I do believe it was your mother who threatened to call the cops while we screamed at each other on your front lawn.

It makes me sick…

Yeah, Paula leaves a bad taste in my mouth, too.

Not that, Ashley.

Then what?

How I feel right now.  How I feel all the time.

About?

You.

Which is?

I don’t know.

Come again?

I don’t know.  I mean, I’m in love with Carmen, and then I think about you.  And I think about how I still feel about you, and if I admit that to myself, if I say that outloud, I’d make myself sick.

Here’s a trashcan.  Start talking.

No.

Why the hell not?!

It won’t make a difference.

Why not? 

It won’t change anything.

Who says?

Me, Ashley!

Why?

We can’t have what we did.

Why not?

Oh my god, have you become a two-year-old?  We can’t go back there.  I’m in love with Carmen.  You were my best friend.

You wouldn’t be here if that’s all I was.

You were my everything.  But I don’t want that back, trust me.

Then why the hell are you here?

Because what I do want is my best friend back.

No can do.

Why not?

I told you: If you can’t be with me the way we once were, you can’t be with me at all.

I don’t get that.  You’re throwing away three years –

YOU threw away three years the day you made out with Carmen in Chelsea’s studio.

What, the day before you fucked Aiden in the Wal-Mart parking lot?

Only did it to pay you back.

Fuck you.

No thanks.

God!  I don’t know why I bothered coming here.

Me either.

Enjoy New York!

Planning on it!

Spencer, wait!!!!!!!!!!