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    meant to be – (Chapter: conversations about a dream)

    Ashleys POV

     

    Wow ok so I should have tried sleeping pills awhile ago. I don’t think ive slept ever slept that good. I glance at the clock. Its 5:30 in the a.m. spencer has to get up in a half an hour for school. Ok maybe I need to go back to sleep I  never get up this early. I glance over at her she seems tense. Her face looks happy yet scared all at the same time I wish I knew what was going on in her dream hopefully it was better than the nightmare she had last night. She woke me up but not for long. I found her sitting on the toilet  head between her knees with tear stained cheeks.

     

    FLASHBACK

     

    I slowly walk into Jills office. Spencer is already there. The point of this meeting clearly made out in my mind. How did I get so lucky the two hottest girls on the planet having a three some with me. God I love my life. The two of them start to kiss when all of the sudden I hear spencer crying. Jill quickly pulls away thinking she has done something wrong. But spencers face is almost expressionless. She looks as if she was in shock that jill pulled away. Im quickly snapped out of my dream. I find myself lying in an empty bed spencer no where to be found. I start to panic.

     

    “Spencer.” I say softly

     

    “Spencer.”  I say louder. I start to walk through the house calling her name. I reach the bathroom near the kitchen and see light pouring out beneath the door. why would she use this bathroom?  Theres a bathroom right next to our bedroom.

     

    “Spence.” I say taping lightly on the door. which opens slowly. That’s when I see her she looks so upset. She is sitting on the toilet fully clothed with her head hung between her knee with her hand on her head. I walk in and lean on my knees in front of her.

     

    “Baby, baby whats wrong?” I ask almost afraid to know the answer. I can see shes been crying. She has that all to familiar look on her face. The one she is trying to hide.

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    1. Ok that was a good update, but I’m really not liking this whole idea of this therapist getting in their way. I know we need drama because otherwise it would just be all peachy keen for Ash and Spence(hmm which isnt a bad thing). But anyways i love this story and hopefully you PMS!!

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