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    To Spashley With Love – (Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Nine)

    Ashley and I were lying down at our spot. “We haven’t been here for awhile,” I noted as we watched the stars.

    “Yes, it’s been awhile,” responded Ashley as she took my hand. We could use a night away from the madness every once in awhile, right?

    “Right, we could,” I began. I’m sorry about before and me snapping at you. You were just trying to look out for me like always. I just wished that Madison would have what’s coming to her after everything her and Glen put us through.

    “Who says that she wouldn’t?” asked Ashley. I believe in a thing called karma.

    “I don’t know if karma would be on our side though,” I answered. It seems like there are a lot of people ready to tear me down and make sure I stay down. Eventually, they’ll bring you down, too.

    “You have me ready to build you back up, though,” pointed out Ashley. The world can’t bring me down since I’ll always be brought up as long as I’m with you.

    “Thank you,” I responded with a smile. You’re the best.

    “It’s simply the truth,” stated Ashley. You’re the best, too. Ashley’s cell phone vibrated.

    “Let me guess, Kyla?” I asked with a laugh. Ashley looked at the caller id and chuckled.

    “Yep,” answered Ashley. It’s a text saying that she wants us to head back home, but her and her husband are throwing a party.

    “Your sister’s weird,” I commented.

    “I know she is,” agreed Ashley. If you want, I could text her back and tell her to kick the losers out who crash because their friends told them about the party and weren’t even invited to begin with.

    “No, it’s alright,” I stated. Let’s go. Ashley put her arm around my shoulder and we headed to the Porsche.

    Awhile later, Ashley and I entered the apartment and saw drunken teens partying as well as an unwanted guest. “What are you doing here, dykes?” sneered Madison.

    “We live here and I could ask you the same thing,” I responded.

    “I heard there was a party, but I didn’t realize whose dump of a place was at until I recognized Kyla and Aiden,” stated Madison. I guess I should get going. Madison purposely shoved me to the ground. Ashley helped me up and began to hit Madison not giving Madison a chance to fight back.

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