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    The Wheels That Keep Turning – (Chapter: Chapter 4)

     “Who’s house?” I smirk.

    “Shut up.” She blushes and tries to hit me again. I grab her hand.

    “Damn girl, you’re so abusive.” I laugh.

    “Am not.” She sighs when I let her hand go.

    “Whatever…” I sigh and just stare at her.

    “How was your dinner?” She asks while lying back on my bed.

    “Awesome.” I grin. You can’t go wrong when my Granny cook. “How was yours?”

    “Okay.” She turns her head and look at me. “What?” She asks, noticing that I have wheeled myself up close to the bed where her head rest.

    “Nothing…” I whisper and run my fingers through her hair. “You have sexy lips.”

    “Okay.” Spencer’s use to me complimenting her, well not use to it, she still blushes every time, but she at least knows I say whatever’s on my mind. “Thanks.”

    “How many people have you kissed?” I ask while taking my hands back and resting them in my lap.

    “Not many. Why?”

    “Just asking,” I shrug. “Give me a number.”

    “Two.” She whispers and turns her head away from me.

    “Was one a girl?”

    “No.” She turns back around to look at me.

    “Have yo…” I stop talking when Spencer sits up.

    “It’s late.” She bits her lip.

    “I know.” I watch her reach for her shoes. “You always come over late.”

    “I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow.” She tries to walk past but I grab her arm.

    “Hey?” I tug on her arm. Spencer sighs and looks down at me. “I’m sorry.” I can tell I made her uncomfortable. Every time she doesn’t want to answer something or is uncomfortable she leaves. “Sometimes I’m to forward.”

    “No…” She sighs. “Have a good night, Ashley.” Then she leaves.

    I wait a couple of minutes before leaving my room. Asia’s standing in front of my T.V. with a frown on her face, when I enter the living room.

    “What did you do to piss her off?” Then she slaps the side of my T.V.

    “Hey!” I wheel over to her. “Stop hitting my shit.” I snatch the remote from her hand.

    “Shit it is.” Asia pats the top of the T.V. “Ashley…girl you need to upgrade. No one has this big ass TV anymore. You need a flat screen.” She frowns at my old TV box and goes sit on the couch. “You can afford it.”

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    Comments

    1. finally Ash got a kiss. Only one kiss but it’s better than none =D I love this version of Ash & Spence. And your storyline is interesting. Can’t wait to see more. pms!

    2. this is a really cool story! i’m loving ashleys ego and smartass remarks! as always i’m really happy your doing a story about a disabled person, i can relate!

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