“God… Spencer, what are you waiting for?” She whispered to herself as she shut her eyes, feeling her stomach turn and flutter. She wanted Ashley, more than she’d previously thought, and she constantly worried that if she waited too long that Ashley wouldn’t still be around for her. What if she’d already found someone else? Spencer didn’t think she could take the rejection. She’d just have to swallow her fear and jump in, before it was too late. For once in her life, she was just going to throw caution to the wind and allow the pieces to fall as they may.

Suddenly, and before she really even understood what she was doing, Spencer was out the front door and heading to her car. She didn’t have Ashley’s number, but she remembered where her house was. She was just going to march up to her and tell her she was ready to give them a try. If Ashley was really as smitten as it had seemed before, than it would all be worth it in the end. Pulling out of her driveway she drove towards the familiar home, her heart racing the entire way.

She resisted the momentary urge to run as she parked in Ashley’s driveway, the nervous feeling in her stomach never abating as she climbed the steps to her door. Knocking several times she shifted her weight from foot to foot, that jittery feeling pure torture. She nearly fell down the stairs when the door opened and Ashley appeared, looking confused.

“Spencer?” She inquired, arching a brow as she glanced over her shoulder. She could see the tension in the blondes shoulders and was more than mystified as to why she was here.

“Ashley, I want you. All of this time I’ve been thinking I wasn’t over Sarah, but now I realize that I can’t let her hold me back anymore. And I don’t care if its wrong or what kind of repercussions there are. I just want you.” She blurted the miniature speech out, her words hurried as she watched Ashley’s face for a reaction. She looked a little pale, and her expression was beginning to worry Spencer. Maybe this was a mistake.

“Spencer… Now isn’t really a good time…” Ashley spoke quietly, looking anxious as she stared at the girl in front of her.

Then the feminine voice emerged from inside the home, and Spencer‘s heart hit the deck, “Ash? Whose at the door sweetie?”

“Oh… I didn’t realize you had company…” Spencer began to back up, knowing she’d have to turn around soon or else Ashley would see the shimmer of tears that was rising to her eyes, “I’m sorry…. This was a mistake.” She turned and hurriedly walking down the steps, her hand flying up to her face. She’d just made the biggest fool of herself and she was just wishing a hole in the ground would open up wide enough to suck her in.

“Spencer… Spencer don’t! It’s not like that!” Ashley called after her, slipping out the door behind the girl and shutting it behind her. “Wait! Come on, just talk to me!”

“I’m sorry.” Spencer muttered to her as she slipped in her car, shutting the door and avoiding looking up at Ashley’s face. As she pulled out of the driveway their eyes met for a brief moment, and for a second Spencer swore she could see the girl deflating before her very eyes. Swallowing down her tears she sped off down the road. It turns out, there is one thing worse than rejection. Replacement.