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This Is What Love Is Supposed To Be – (Chapter: Ch. 3 The Day After)
{Spencers POV}
I was on my way to meeting Ashley at her house. She gave me the directions and it wasnt so far from my own home, so i decided i would walk. Exercise is good for me anyway. She seemed kinda edgy though when i spoke to her on the phone earlier today. I don’t know whats wrong, but i hope shes okay. I kept walking and noticed that the houses seemed to get bigger and bigger the further i walk. I looked at the small paper in my hand that contained her address and stopped infront of a large driveway with the iron gates opened. I looked in awe of the mansion in front of me. Is this seriously her home? It has to be, its the address she gave me. I walked up the driveway and to the front door, feeling really out of place. I rung the door bell and waited. I soon heard footsteps running to the door and soon after, the door opened and stood the gorgeous rocker i don’t get tired of seeing. She had her hair in her face and she stood curiously close to the door. I couldn’t really see her face.
Ashley: "Hey Spence, um come on in"
I smiled and did as I was told. Once I stepped through the doorway I couldn’t help but to stare at the insides of the huge home.
Spencer: "Wow, your home is so…big!"
She laughed a little.
Ashley: "Yeah, im kinda rich. Well my dad is anyway. He plays for Purple Venom"
I looked at her stunned. It was kinda dark in the house and her hair was still in her face.
Spencer: "NO way!"
She nodded.
Ashley: "Yep. Raife Davies"
I looked at her wide eyed again.
Spencer: "THE Raife Davis?"
She nodded with her head kinda down.
Spencer: "Wow, well arent you the lucky one"
We both laughed this time.
Ashley: "Yeah…good ole dad. Anyway, would you like something to drink?"
Spencer: "Yeah, thanks please"
She walked off towards what im guessing the kitchen and I stood looking at the insides of her mansion. I then heard a loud thud and Ashley scream. I ran quickly toward the noise and spotted bowls of left overs and cans of soda on the floor and Ashley holding her foot.


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