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    Artistically Illiterate – (Chapter: chapter 4- game on)

    The ride home was awkward to say the least. Not only was Zoey off in her own world rockin out to some remixed version of Barbie girl but I could also feel Ashley’s eyes on me the whole time. I tried my hardest not to make eye contact through the rearview mirror but to take my eyes off of either one of these two beauties would prove to be a crime against humanity.

     

     

    I feel relieved when we finally pull up to my house as Ashley still has her eyes glued to me and her older sister now turns to face me.

     

    “alright Spence here’s your stop babe.” Zoey says leaning in a little closer. I smile at her knowing where this is going.

     

    “yeah I see, thank you very much babe. Is there something on your mind?” I ask playing her game.

     

     

    “well yeah, you see I always drop you off at this how and it always looks empty. I just feel so horrible for leaving you all alone and unprotected.” I hear Ashley snicker in the backseat and I turn giving her a quick wink making sure she is ready.

     

     

    “oh yeah zoe, you’re right I hate being so alone all the time, I really wish I had someone to keep me warm at night.” Instantly a goofy grin spreads across her face as I signal her to lean a little closer.

     

     

    “yeah well maybe you should let someone in to keep you warm and maybe spoon you a little.”

     

     

    “you know what zoe you are absolutely right.” My smile grows wider as I lean in closer to her. Our lips get closer as I feel her move to kiss me when I turn towards Ashley. “ash babe want to come in with me tonight, zoey thinks I need someone to keep me warm and I think you could get the job done.”

     

     

    Zoey’s mouth hits the floor as I give Ashley a quick peck and make my exit from the car.

     

    Those davies’ girls have no idea what they are messing with.

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    Did she really just kiss my little sister? What the fuck? I mean I’m sure it’s harmless but I feel my body being taken over with jealousy. I turn to Ashley who has a dumb grin spread across her face. I wasn’t liking any of this.

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    Comments

    1. i hav to say tht its bad tht they are betting hwho are gonna get spence first cuz that can cloud there judgment but it should b rly interesting… this was so hilarious…hope you continue this story

    2. ok spence better not find out about their little bet, I don’t think she’d find it funny at all. and I agree. but still it was hysterical. poor ash getting soaked while going in for the kill. great update, pms!

    3. Hi there! I’ve just caught up on your new story and it’s fucking brilliant! I loved the stuff you did before but this is hilarious. I like that the sisters are both after Spencer, hate Rachel and thought Zoey drooling over Madison was so funny. One question…who was the naked red head Spencer fell on in one of the earlier chapters? Oh, I feel sorry for Spencer, 2 girls after her but stopping each other giving her any? Poor, poor girl! Anyway PMS!!! Pretty please :0)

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