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    Untitled for now – (Chapter: First fight)

    3 Years Later:

    Well Ashley and I moved in together about 6 months ago. I bought us a house a couple miles down the road from our parents houses. How did I afford it? Well I was lucky enough to get a great job playing the guitar and writing the songs in a local band. Even though we don’t have a record deal we make a ton of money. I would’nt want to leave Ashley anyway so that’s actually a good thing.

     

    Ashley doesn’t work but that’s because I told her I wanted to take care of her. It didn’t take much convincing either. She gets to do whatever all day while I’m at gigs and writing song’s. She loves it.

     

     

     

    I just got home from the bar where my gig was at. The band wanted to have a few drinks. It’s about 4:00 am. It looks like Ashley’s in bed which is good because I’m stumbling around.

     

    "Spencer!" Apparently she’s not asleep because she just turned on the living room light. That and as you just heard, she’s yelling at me. She NEVER calls me by my real name, except when I’m in trouble. I shouldn’t even BE in trouble.

     

    "What?!" I yell back.

     

    She raises her eyebrow at my tone. "Yoy come in here at 4 am drunk off your ass stumbling around, you didn’t even call me so I was worried sick, and YOUR yelling at ME!" she asks.

     

    "Well if you weren’t yelling at me then I wouldn’t be yelling at you. I just wanted to come home, go to bed and snuggle next to you. I don’t need this!" I say back.

     

    "Oh you don’t NEED this, well I don’t need to be worrying about you all night but I was because I love you. Apparently common courtesy is too much to ask! A phone call, that’s all you needed to do. Pick up the phone and call me to let me know you weren’t dead on some highway!"

     

    "Your right, then I wouldn’t have to listen to you nag right when I walk in the damn door!" I yell and go right back out the door slamming it on the way out.

     

    She doesn’t come after me…

     

    I wake up with a stiff neck,I slept on the porch all night,My mouth feels like I stuffed cotton balls in it, and I just realized I said some VERY hurtful thing to Ashley when she had every right to yell like that. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say I’m in the doghouse. I go inside and see Ashley cooking breakfast. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.

     

    "Get your hands off me" she says through gritted teeth. I immediatly do so. Angry Ashley is not fun.

     

    "Baby girl" I whine.

     

    "Don’t "baby girl" me!"

     

    "I’m sorry. I was an ass, you had every right to yell at me and I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean it, you know I love your nagging. It makes me feel like we’re married and I love that. You know I love you baby girl, right?"

     

    "Yeah" she mumbles.

     

    "What was that?" I tease trying to get her to smile. It works.

     

    "Yes Spinner, I know you love me. You know I love you too, right?"

     

    "Of course I do, so are we okay now?"

     

    "Yeah."

     

    "Good because I couldn’t live without my baby girl."

    "Yeah I couldn’t live without you either Spin." she tells me.

    "I slept on the porch." I admit. I can tell she’s trying not to laugh.

    "Why?" she asks, still trying to hold it in.

    "I honestly don’t know. I guess after our fight I must have just passed out, but my neck hurts like crazy now." I pout.

    "Awwww poor baby, you want me to give you a massage?" she asks.

    "Yeah." I tell her still pouting.

    She leads me to the couch and sits me in front of her. She gives the BEST massages. God I love her.

    "God I love you." I reiterate out loud.

    "I love you too Baby."

    First fight over. Thank God.

     

     

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