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    Uncivil Union – (Chapter: Rhetorical Questions)

    Story written on November 1, 2008 by goaskalice.
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    Words: 1888
    Story Shortlink: https://www.lf.beardesk.com/?p=19676
    Author Notes:

    Ashley and Spencer go to therapy and then play therapist to each other.

    ASHLEY:

     

    Have you ever tried to milk a cat? I’m not saying that I have. Because, you know…I haven’t. But I imagine that it could be only slightly more difficult than making Spencer Carlin see what was right in front of her. And it in this case it was me. Ashley Davies. Right there with a goddamn neon sign, a lighter, and a singing leprechaun named Mike that she found on Craigslist.

    Ok, so not really. But how many times can you look at a girl and say, “Hey, you! I sort of more than like you a little? In fact, I kind of want to have your neurotic, unusually clean, unusually well-behaved babies,” before you just throw in the metaphorical towel and drown out your sorrows with a stripper you met through your cousin and a gallon of booze? My patience was waning, my moods shifting, my iPod screaming lyrics that make me want to throw myself out of my moving Porsche.

    Was this normal? I mean, let’s face it here, people. Spencer Carlin is insane, right? Right? Every night I faced the dreaded potential that she would sneak into my room—wearing her ironed Eddie Bauer pajamas—and drown me in a tub of anti-bacterial gel and ammonia. So what was it about her that made me want to pack a lunch and run naïve and free into the toxic sunshine with her?

    I don’t know.

    Maybe it was the occasional smile, the crumbling reservations, the way she came to me when she needed to talk. Maybe it was the intentional softness of her mouth against mine, the notes she leaves on our refrigerator letting me know she’ll be late. Maybe it’s the fact that I actually like the fact that she leaves notes. I hate notes. Other people’s notes. Not Spencer’s notes. Spencer’s notes are perfect.

    After our little run-in with Chelsea at the old “Stall Inn,” things got even more complicated. She and the artist weren’t speaking—though I was sure it wouldn’t last long—and it was driving her crazy. Of course she wouldn’t admit it. Oh no. That’s not the woman’s style. Instead she sent her passive-aggressive text messages about the weather and “how it reminded her of that one day…” Whatever. She made me read doggy-eared articles about the importance of friendship in various monthly publications. She cooked.

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    1. woot woot!! may be the first so im making this quick. Amazing post, love how things are coming together, sucks that its probably ending soon but i still love it and now I wanted to go 2 sleep, wake up eat blueberry pancakes and mixed CD’s, and have babies. In that order.

    2. aaahhh I’ve followed this, and I’m sad to hear it’s ending soon =/. I love your writing, it’s amazing. you capture their feelings really well, it seems. Like their point of views.

    3. i cant beleive its going to end :( but its great i just came from reading this on the other site :) so im outa words :) pms please :) i cant wait :)

    9. HAHAHAH god I love ash. so hilarious. I’m so bummed that it’s almost over, this story is such a comic relief and I laugh my ass off all the time. thank god spence is starting to come around, even without the singing leprechaun. great post as always, can’t wait to see how it plays out!

    10. im just as impressed with your chapter yet equally dissapointed as the others that its ending !!! sometimes i wish you could make a story last forever, but obviously you cant, right? well im certainly enjoying it while it lasts, and hoping that you’ll start another story after this one!

    11. Good update! I’m happy to really see progress between the two. However, Ashley still need to protect her heart. As much as Spencer is predictable and obsessive compulsive, she’s still a little flaky. Also,Chelsea need to get over herself. PMS!

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