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Uncivil Union – (Chapter: What I Remember)
SPENCER:
“So you don’t think I’m a slut?”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you think you’re a slut?”
“Yeah…I mean, don’t you?”
“It doesn’t matter what I think. It matters what you think, because guess what? You’re the one who has to live with it. Not me.”
“But you’re my best friend and therefore you have to be around me sometimes, thus living with my sluttiness. You’re going to associate with my inner-slut if we’re going to be best friends. That’s just the way it is…I mean, if I am a slut. Which we haven’t confirmed yet, right?”
“You’re not a slut.”
“Ok, so are we like, confirming that? Are we agreeing that I’m not a whore?”
“We never mentioned the word ‘whore.’ We said ‘slut’ and that’s different.”
“How is it different?”
“Because…well, actually I’m not quite sure. But it is. Trust me, it’s really different.”
“Really different or totally different?”
“What’s the difference?”
“This is getting complicated.”
“You’re right. Let’s just go see the one with Ben Stiller.”
Two minutes later, Chelsea and I had bought our tickets and were sitting in the empty movie theater. I had demanded she take a break from fucking her gigantic, walking, “penis-included” paper doll and spend some quality time with me listening to all of my problems.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. I listen to her problems too. It’s just that they’re usually about oil paints or collages or something. And unless she wants me to come by and color code her paint, then there’s nothing I can do to help.
“I just can’t believe you slept with her,” Chelsea said, shaking her head and reaching into her bucket of popcorn.
“It was an accident.”
“Why do people say that?”
“Because it happens!”
“Ok, explain this phenomenon to me then. How did you ‘accidentally’ let her fuck you?”
“I don’t know. It just…I mean…you know how when…”
“Exactly. See? You can’t explain it,” she said with a victorious smile, “because you know it’s insane. It’s complete and utter insanity.”
“Well great. My best friend thinks I’m a crazy slut.”
“Yeah, but I love you anyway.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“Should be.”
I exhaled loudly, reaching for a handful of her popcorn, “It’s never going to happen again.”
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Awh there getting alone :) but why do I feel as if Ashley has something up her sleeve :S I hope not. It better be genuine help.
SO good! Please update soon.. I love this story!
Great update as always! Hmm…is Ashley going to set Spencer up with Carmen..? Anyway they seem to be getting along a little bit better…hot sex never does any harm either!! PMS Pleease.
great update!
great update cant wait to read more pmASAP!!
this might be the first chapter where they actually were civilized to each other, don’t get me wrong i liked it but i get a kick out of them talking shit to one another. PMS!!!
great update I was left speechless they acually were civil to each other pms !!!!!!
Chelsea is correct, Spencer is so going to let Ashley hit it again. Cool update!
Chelsea is correct, Spencer is so going to let Ashley hit it again. Cool update!
Great Chapter. Maybe they will eventually see what they are looking for is right in front of them. Each other. PMASAP!!
okau so i read this on the other site first but i dont have an account so i never reveiw but allways come here,it was quite funny i loved where spencer was like’you’re my best friend and therefore you have to be around me sometimes, thus living with my sluttiness. You’re going to associate with my inner-slut if we’re going to be best friends.”that was so funny but it was great the whole thing :) pms please
loved it! Hope to see more interaction like that. Without the alcohol would be better though! As always great writing,can’t wait for the next update!
awesome update! hmmm seems to me they may be realizing they do sort of like each other… i hope so. they’re so awesome together in this story and hey opposites attract right? pms!