As each child finished drying their hands they ran toward their parent’s. Spencer, now getting down the line to help the two youngest students dry their hands, she noticed that one was Ashden. She had not paid much attention because her assistant had been mostly working with the youngest students. She went down to his level as the other little boy ran toward his father’s. She smiled at Ashden.

“Hey, do you remember me?” Spencer said drying his hands off with a paper towel.

Ashden nodded his head eargerly, “Uh-huh, you’re friends with mommy.”

Spencer smiled at the little boy as he continued, “You let us come and swim.”

“Yes I did, did you have fun?”

“Yup. It was really fun! Can I come back today and swim again?”

Spencer smiled at the child’s eagerness, “Not today, but maybe soon. It all depends on what your mommy and daddy says.”

“I’ll ask mommy, she’ll say yes. Daddy doesn’t like you that much so I’m not going to ask him.” The little boy said gathering his paintings off the easel.

Spencer stood up watching the little boy. She was surprised by his frankness but couldn’t say nothing in response.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Ashley said as she ran into the large room. She came to a complete stop. She looked at Spencer surprised. “Spencer?”

Spencer smiled slightly and waved, “Hey.”

Ashden ignored the tenseness between the two and ran into his mother’s arms. “Mommy, look what I painteded!”

Ashley picked up the little boy in her arms and settled him on her hip. She corrected her son, “Painted and it is beautiful. I will hang it in the music room when we get home, okay?”

Ashley looked back at Spencer, “You’re the new art teacher?”

Spencer nodded, “Yeah, I’m the therapist.”

Ashley nodded her head before looking around the room at the changes the blond has made to it a couple days’ prier. The big industrial room had easels and stools all around in random places. The back of the room was devoted to the supplies, which was neatly organized by age, use, and color on shelves and tables. There was random painting’s scattered around the room. In the front of the room was a large easel and stool facing the rest of the easels. The large industrial windows flooded the room with light. She turned her attention back to Spencer.

“Umm…about the other day,” Ashley started, “I was thinking and hoping that maybe we could talk.”

Spencer looked at Ashley, she wasn’t in the mood to fight at the moment. So she hoped the older girl didn’t bring up anything. “Talk? Not yelling? That sounds good.”

“Cool, maybe we can do it over lunch?”

Spencer hesitates; she had already made plans with Madison that she didn’t want to break. Then again maybe she could patch everything back up with Ashley…

“No.”

“No?”

“Sorry, I already made plans.”

“Oh, well, maybe another time…”

Spencer watches Ashley leave.
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Haha! I finished at exactly 4:30 like i promised. I was only going to write the Madison and Spencer scene but thought i would give you more. I wasn’t too happy about this chapter, because it’s more of a filler that needs to be here, but its an update. So, please give me feed back and i might update a couple more times tonight. Tell me what you think should happen. I always listen to you guys.