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    The Plan – (Chapter: What Do You Think Spencer?)

    Story written on April 8, 2010 by elvenshoes.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=21280
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    Spencer’s POV… more questions… no answers!

     

    Ash looks at me and starts fussing over me, touching me and rambling, “Oh my god, Spencer. I am so sorry. Are you OK? Do have a seatbelt cut, you know, like the paper cut, only because of your seatbelts? Do you need plastic surgery for the seatbelt marks? I can pay for it. You don’t have to worry about it. Oh my god, you hit your head. Do you have a concussion? How many fingers am I holding up? Spencer…answer me. Come on! Oh… the seatbelt might be too tight that’s why you can’t breath and can’t answer immediately. Let’s remove this… there. Breath in, breath out. That’s it. Are you ok? Are you ok? Let me see your seatbelt wound, so I can assess how much I will pay for surgery…” because of her panic she reached to me and started unbuttoning my blouse. I was torn between shocked and amused that I was frozen. She was about to unclasp the fourth button when she somehow noticed what she was doing and immediately pulled back her hand and started rambling again, “Spencer I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to undress you like that. It’s just, I was panicking and you were not responding…” She then buttoned my blouse again-buttoning even the first button which made it hard for me to breath. Before she can full retract her hand to her sides, I held it in mine and made her look at me. When our eyes met, I see that she is starting to calm down.

     

    “Spencer…” She said…

     

    “I’m ok, Ash. Well, I can’t breathe a little but…” I removed the clasped of the first button with one hand and after, I continued holding both her hands. “Why are you so tense? Are you ok?” I asked, removing one hand from her clasped hands and moving a lose hair from her face, behind her ear.

     

    “Spencer…” Ashley said again while she was looking deeply into my eyes. I don’t know what is with Ashley’s eyes that get me everytime. Somehow I get sucked into it and I feel comfortable just looking in her eyes forever. Her stare somehow calms me and frightens me all at the same time. It’s a weird feeling for a best friend to have. Unless, I like Ash as more than a fr…

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