Note: Well I never really write sneeze fics, or if I do I never have the guts to post them, but I thought I'd give it a try. If you haven't seen the show South of Nowhere before I don't think it matters too much; but for those that have I've set this in Season 1 before everyone finds out that Ashley and Spencer are a couple. Mainly because sneaking around is fun!


Part 1


Ashley throws her locker open and begins an impatient search for painkillers. She was sure she’d seen some in here a couple of weeks ago, but she’d shoved another huge pile of textbooks in since then, and organisation has never been one of her strong points.

“Stupid books.” Ashley mutters as a rogue few tumble out and land at her feet.

The source of her search isn’t helping matters either; a niggling headache that has set up camp right behind her eyes. She never gets headaches, and the thought that this could be the first sign that she’s caught the nasty flu bug making it’s way around King High School makes her search for pain relief even more frenzied.

“Whatcha doing?” Spencer asks curiously, her head peeking over Ashley’s shoulder from behind.

“Oh, uh, nothing.” Ashley slams her locker shut quickly, before any more crap can fall out and Spencer works out what she’s up to. “Just waiting for you.”

“How sweet.” Spencer smiles, before bending down to pick up the fallen books. “Hey, isn’t this my History book you said you didn’t have?”

“Oops?” Ashley offers with a wince; Spencer rolls her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, I know your locker’s like the Bermuda Triangle.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Ashley agrees gruffly with a miserable rub of her forehead.

“So I told Mom you’d be over for dinner at about seven tonight.” Spencer continues obliviously, her bright blue eyes locking suddenly with Ashley’s brown. “Um, you are still coming aren’t you?”

“Yeah, of course.” Presently Ashley can’t think of anywhere worse to be going tonight if this headache sticks around, but she’s promised Spencer and she can’t let her down.

“She even said she’d make the couch up for you, if you want to stay?”

“Maybe.” Ashley shrugs uneasily; normally she’d have jumped at the chance and her response elicits a small frown of concern from Spencer.

“Don’t be nervous about my Mom, okay? The whole point of tonight is that she gets to know you better, and once she sees how great you are I promise she’ll stop giving us such a hard time.”

“Until she finds out we’re dating.” Ashley points out irritably, her mood dampening more and more by the minute.

“Did you skip out on your coffee this morning or something?” Spencer teases lightly, her spare hand seeking out Ashley’s for a gentle squeeze.

“It’s just been a long week that’s all.” Ashley sighs, her attention diverting to a sudden fuzzy tickle in her nose.

“Ash, it’s only Wednesday!” Ignoring Spencer’s disbelief, Ashley yanks her hand free and turns away, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggles to force the tickle to recede. “Are you alright?”

Ashley barely manages a small nod before her mouth gulps in a quick pull of air.

“Hih-ngnx!” The sneeze, to her relief, is small and dry but what worries her more is how many will follow. Even as a child she could never sneeze just once, they always came in two or more and her Mom always made such a big deal out of it that it was probably one of the only things Ashley ever felt self-conscious about.

“Bless you!” Spencer sings as Ashley steadies herself against her locker.

“Huh-ngnnnx! Sorry.” Ashley apologises, rubbing her nose roughly on the palm of her hand as she turns back around. “The sun just got in my eyes.”

“Oh I hate that.” Spencer sympathises as Ashley begins to sniffle, the pain in her head now even worse than before. “Well I suppose at least one of us should get to class, but I‘ll see you later?”

“Sure.” Ashley forces a smile, relieved that she’ll finally be able to continue her search for the much needed medicine in peace.

“And don’t worry about tonight, everything’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah, I hope so…” Ashley mumbles.

TBC?

Yes, please!

Please continue!

yes please

Spashley! Please continue, most defo!

ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
omg, i freaked when i saw that this is a Spashley fic!
and when i read it! omg, this is so amazing!
PLEASE continue!!

squeeee!!! I haven't seen a spashley fic in forever!!! major happiness here. PUH-LEEZE keep going

Please continue, this is a great start!

Wow thank you all for the great reviews - it helps me to keep going. Sorry that this is a bit of a slow burner sneezing wise, but I figure it has to have some room to grow right or where's the fun in reading/writing it? Comments and ideas welcomed .


Part 2


Ashley drops her overnight bag at the foot of Spencer’s bed and climbs wearily onto the soft mattress. She’d picked up some cold and flu tablets on her way home from school and she could finally feel them kicking in, the pounding in her head giving way to a niggling but much more tolerable ache.

Her throat on the other hand was not being so compliant, and no amount of clearing it seemed to dislodge the irritating and scratchy sensation that had taken up residence there over the course of the afternoon.

“Dinner will be about fifteen minutes.” Spencer announces as she flops onto the bed beside Ashley, her long blonde hair scattering over her shoulders. “Dad’s even made brownies for dessert!”

“Yum, my favourite.” Ashley smiles, hoping her forced enthusiasm is convincing enough for Spencer.

“And I think we have ice cream too.”

“That’d be really good.” Ashley sighs and rubs the front of her neck without thinking.

“Why, is your throat sore?” Spencer picks up immediately, her head cocking to the side.

“No it’s fine.” Spencer looks doubtful. “Well, a little. But it’s just from singing, it‘s not a big deal or anything.”

“Now that you mention it, you do sound a bit huskier than normal.” Ashley lowers her gaze as Spencer brushes a strand of dark hair from her face. “But I like that you’re taking this practicing thing so seriously. Just don’t overdo it, okay?”

Ashley nods and releases a relieved breath she didn’t realise she was holding. She didn’t really know why she had such an issue with Spencer knowing she was sick, it just made her feel so pathetic and weak and she was neither of those things. Or at least usually she wasn’t.

“I wish you could sleep up here tonight.” Spencer confesses, her fingers still toying with the ends of Ashley‘s hair. “Maybe you could sneak upstairs when they’re all asleep?”

“And get caught by your Mom? No thanks.”

“Since when do you care about getting caught?” Spencer points out with an amused grin.

“I don’t, it’s just…” Ashley trails off as an all too familiar feeling creeps up on her. Hastily pinching her nose, she rolls away from Spencer just in time. “Huhh-isshhhgxt! Ngnnx! Hii-gnxchieww!”

“Bless you…”

“Thanks.” Ashley sniffs hazily, rubbing her nose in an attempt to destroy the faint tickle which still remains. “Sorry, I don’t know where they came from.”

“I hope you’re not coming down with that flu bug.” Spencer worries out loud. “I mean you said your throat‘s sore and-”

“I feel fine, Spence.” Ashley interjects before she gets too carried away. “Half the people at school are probably faking anyway just so they can skip a couple of classes.”

“I don’t think anyone’s faking, Ash.” Spencer responds quietly, her brow creasing anxiously at the notion.

“Well whatever, we haven’t got it so who cares, right?”

“I guess so.”

“Girls!” Arthur’s voice calls from downstairs. “Dinner!”

“Sweet.” Ashley pulls another smile from her rapidly dwindling reserves. “Come on, I’m starving!”

TBC

OH MY GOD I'M SO WITH EVERYONE ELSE THIS IS FABULOUS!!! I WANT MORE!! LOL

please??

Thanks for updating! Still loving it!

love love love it

Please write more! It's sooo good =)

Thank you . I managed to write another part today, hope you all enjoy it.


Part 3


“We thank Thee, Heavenly Provider, for every earthly good.” Ashley withholds a groan as Paula grasps her hand and continues her intense thanks for their meal. “For life and health and family.”

“And friends.” Spencer adds, squeezing Ashley’s other hand with her own.

“Yes, and friends.” Paula allows somewhat reluctantly. “May this food by thee be blest...”

Ashley sniffs, the previously faint tickle in her nose choosing now of all times to reactivate itself. Instinctively she attempts to pull her hands free from Paula and Spencer, but neither release their grip.

“May our souls by thee be fed, ever on the living bread.”

“K’chiiiiishew!” Ashley sneezes towards her lap, a faint mist covering her skirt and the exposed skin on her legs.

“Gesundheit!” Arthur exclaims with his typically cheerful smile.

With her hands finally relinquished by Paula and Spencer, Ashley grabs her napkin from the food laden table and presses it to her face.

“Huh…HUH-Chhhish!”

“Bless you. Again.” Spencer regards warily, and Ashley feels a blush creeping over her features.

“Sorry.” Ashley apologises awkwardly, mostly to Paula who looks like she’s just witnessed some sort of sacrilege. “Um, amen?”

“Amen!” Arthur exclaims eagerly as he picks up his cutlery. “I can’t wait for you all to try my Mexican casserole! And don’t forget the salsa dip and refried beans!”

“It certainly looks good.” Paula responds with a tight lipped smile, which is in fact the biggest smile Ashley has yet to witness from her at such close proximity.

“Yeah, it looks great, Mr C.” Ashley contributes quickly, trying to ignore Spencer’s prolonged stare.

“I knew you were getting sick.” Spencer whispers as she hands over the basket of sweet bread.

“I’m not sick.” Ashley hisses back.

“Who’s sick?” Paula queries, back to wearing her more familiar frown.

“Oh just like everyone at school.” Ashley answers as casually as possible.

“Yeah half the basketball team’s out with it.” Glen weighs in. “It’s just as well they’ve still got me, their star player!”

“Yeah right.” Spencer mocks, momentarily relieving Ashley of all her attention.

“It’s true, Coach said so!”

“Well the hospital’s full of it.” Paula mutters with a shake of her head. “I’m just glad I had my flu jab this year.”

“The hospital?” Ashley frowns. “It’s not that serious, is it?”

“People just seem to think we have some magical cure.” Paula sighs tediously. “No matter how often we tell them that antibiotics won’t fight a virus.”

“Some people are just too stubborn to know what‘s good for them.” Spencer chimes in, casting another discerning look in Ashley’s direction.

“This really is great, Mr C.” Ashley repeats, intent on ignoring Spencer, as she forces down a hesitant mouthful, the spices sticking in her already sore throat and making her nose run.

“It’s just something new I thought I‘d try.” Arthur replies, clearly pleased with himself. “I like to keep things traditional, this is just how they’d have it in Mexico!”

“We know, Dad.” Spencer rolls her eyes and Ashley seizes the moment to dab at her nose with her napkin, muffling a few small sniffles into its soft folds.

No sooner has she placed the napkin back in her lap though and she’s overcome again by the sudden need to sneeze. Stoically, she attempts to stop it through sheer willpower alone, but it becomes all too quickly apparent that the hundreds upon hundreds of itchy, multiplying little viruses don’t want to listen.

“Nmph!” Ashley squashes as much of the sneeze as possible into her napkin, her face heating up again and no doubt glowing ridiculously red as she feels all their eyes upon her. “K’chmph! Hi…hiii…HI-choo! Chhoo!”

“Bless you!” Several of her audience expel as she struggles to keep her level of embarrassment from going completely through the ceiling.

“It must be all the spices.” Ashley rationalises, her attention diverting to Spencer who’s already shaking her head in disbelief. “What!?”

TBC

oh my god..... :bounce

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!!! thank you so much for continuing this series and i cannot wait until the next installment!!!

Ooh, this is getting good! Can't wait for more!

Woo!!! A new chapter! I love the cute Spashleyness, it's almost too much for me to handle!!!

woooo-hooooo!!!!


...that's all I have to say about that.

AHHH! I seriously LOVE this!
i cant wait to read more!!

Beautiful! I've got Spashley on my mind!

Sorry it took a while, but I've been working lots of hours, this fic has been going round in my head though .


Part 4


Worn out, Ashley wastes no time in curling up on the Carlin’s sofa and pulling the thin, cherry red blanket up to her chin. Even at the best of the times their sofa wasn’t the most comfortable place to spend the night, and tonight with her aching and heavy limbs, Ashley was finding it almost impossible to settle.

“Hehh-nnngxchoo! Nmppph!” She sneezes tiredly into the nearest corner of her blanket, relieved that everyone else is upstairs and therefore unlikely to hear her. “Huhhh…”

“Ashley?” Spencer’s voice intrudes suddenly, her head of blonde hair peering around the living room doorframe. “Are you still awake?”

“Huh-chhhngx!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Spencer mutters as she tiptoes towards her. “Are you sure you feel okay?”

“I’m fine, just wish you’d stop asking me that.” Ashley responds with an irritable sniff. “What are you sneaking around for anyway?”

“Everyone’s asleep.” Spencer reveals with a mischievous smile. “Why don’t you come upstairs?”

Ashley shakes her head.

“Not a good idea, Spence.”

“Why, because you’re not feeling well?” Spencer asks gently, her well intended sympathy making Ashley squirm.

“No, I told you why earlier.”

“So we just make sure you’re back down here before everyone else gets up, simple.”

“But we’ve got school tomorrow.” Ashley protests lamely, a sudden chill threatening to make her shiver. She was beginning to wonder if she even could get up if she wanted to, she just felt so drained.

“Now I know you’re sick.” Spencer comments lightly. “You never worry about it being a school night, that’s my job.”

“I‘m just kind of tired.” Ashley admits with tangible reluctance, but it was, she decided, at least marginally better than admitting to feeling like total crap. And Spencer, to her credit, seemed to accept this.

“Can I just lie down here with you for a little while then? Just until you fall asleep.”

Ashley makes a small, agreeable noise and scoots over so that there’s enough room for Spencer to slide in next to her. Sighing happily, Spencer wraps her arm around Ashley’s middle and rests her head on her shoulder.

“Thanks, Ash. I just hate being up there knowing you’re down here, it’s like torture.”

“Better than nothing though.” Ashley replies as a large yawn overwhelms her. “And way better than being at home with my Mom and her new boy toy.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Spencer smiles, kissing Ashley’s temple. “You feel warm.”

“Yeah? It’s freezing in here.” Ashley grumbles throatily, her eyes closing and allowing her to sink a little closer towards the relief of sleep.

“Hmm, not really.”

“Oh.“ Ashley gasps softly, before instinctively drawing a second, much deeper breath. “Hiih-chiew! Sorry.” She apologises, in the midst of turning her head. “Chhhhiew!”

“Bless you.” Spencer coos, chewing her lower lip. “Don’t get mad at me again, but I think you’re definitely coming down with something you know.”

Ashley groans and pulls the blanket over her face, feeling more than a little defeated.

“Maybe.”

TBC

Very cute =) I really like this!

adorable

Still loving this, I can't wait for more!

This story is great!!! I absolutely loved the last scenario.

TBC?
YES!!!!!! this is so cute!!

Gah, it's amazing beyond words! I can't wait until the next chapter!!!

*squeal!* you have spencer and ashley SO down. I am really loving this, can't wait for more!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG I WANT MORE!!!!

I had a day off today so thought I would write a bit more; I had so many different ideas for where to go with this next part but this is what I ended up with. Thanks so much for your reviews


Part 5


Morning approaches all too quickly; Ashley wakes to find herself alone and ravaged with deep aches and inexplicable chills. She struggles to sit up, her head swimming, her stomach queasy, and the change in position sending a stream of congestion towards her nose. Seeing little alternative, she uses the sleeve of her pyjamas to wipe it on and elicits a small, disgusted, groan.

Apparently everyone else is already awake, and she sits for a moment just letting the thrum of voices and the sweet, homely smell of apple pancakes wash over her. It was all so blissfully normal, the exact opposite of what she was used to.

“Huh-kng! Huh-kng! Huh-kng!” She stifles three identical sneezes between her index finger and thumb, the withheld pressure shooting across her forehead and making her wince.

Determined that she should at least regain some control in this seemingly hopeless situation, Ashley forces herself to her feet and sets about getting dressed, for once not really caring what her outfit might or might not say about her.

“You’re going to school?” Spencer asks, surprised, when Ashley finally enters the kitchen some fifteen minutes later.

“Of course. You want a ride?” Ashley queries casually, ignoring how lousy her voice sounds and hoping Spencer has the sense to do the same.

“Ash, you sound dreadful.” Spencer frowns, apparently having missed the memo. “Why don’t you just stay here today? Everyone will be out, you can sleep upstairs in my room.”

“It’s a tiny little cold, Spencer!” Ashley snaps. “There’s no need to get so dramatic over it.”

“And there’s no need for you to be in so much denial over it!”

“Whatever.”

“Do you really want to fight about this?” Spencer sighs, briefly checking none of her family are in the vicinity before slipping her hand into Ashley’s. “Come on, you know I only give you a hard time because I care about you.”

“I know.” Ashley admits begrudgingly, followed by a damp sniff.

“And if you insist on going, you should at least take some of these with you.” Spencer grabs a box of floral tissues from the side. “You might need them.”

Ashley pulls a face.

“I won’t.”

“You’re so stubborn!” Spencer mutters, pulling a couple of tissues from the box herself and tucking them into the pocket of Ashley’s jacket. “There.”

“Can we go yet?” Ashley grunts, sniffing again against the back of her hand.

“Yeah, just let me put my shoes on.”

Ashley watches with relief as Spencer dashes from the room, her well-timed exit allowing her to submit to the rapidly spreading tingle in her nose without fear of repercussion.

“Hih-chnng! T’isssh!” Ashley grabs the edge of kitchen counter and blinks, overwhelmed by the deep-rooted sensation that she wasn’t yet done. “Huuh-chiew! Nngnx! HUH…iiiishCHiew!”

Yanking a tissue from the box she previously refused, Ashley wipes quickly at her running nose and sighs. It was definitely going to be a very long day.

TBC

Guh. Girlslash plus the intimacy of covert relationshippiness plus the denial-and-concern dynamic plus variously spelled sneezes. I love it.

Awww...I know that if I was feeling that bad I would definitely stay home! Ashley is definitely stubborn! Thanks for the update.

I love you, oh giver of Spashley sneeze-fiction

LOVE IT =] All the Spashley I've read on this site really got me intrigued. I can now say I am I total SON addict and I Love Spashley! You deffinately have the characters down very well =]

This fic is totally awesome, I'm loving it!
Your writing about these girls and their sweet relationship just made me fall in love with them even if I've never seen the show, and you know what? I just decided that I will.
Thank you sooo much for this story!

agreed!!!!
please continue!!

OMG! That is so good! Please continuee!

Thanks for the reviews again! It's encouraging to know people are enjoying it . Sorry this one is only short, but I've had a little cold all of my very own this week, and though you might think it'd be inspiring it turned out to be more of a hindrance. But anyway, it's written now - hooray!

Part 6


Ashley trails across the busy campus of King High School, swiping intermittently at her cold-filled nose and coughing into her sleeve. Casting her eyes through the overwhelming crowd of students, Ashley’s relieved when she finally spots Spencer sitting at one of the small lunch tables, huddled over an open book and half-eaten sandwiches.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Biology right now?” Spencer asks as she glances up, fixing Ashley with a bright, quizzical smile.

Shrugging, Ashley drops onto the bench beside Spencer and pulls her jacket in a little tighter, trying not to shiver.

“My Mom made you lunch, if you’re hungry?” Spencer offers, pulling another batch of sandwiches from her bag and what looks like a small packet of brownies. “Ash?”

“Uh-uh.” Ashley shakes her head. “I’ll just grab a coffee or something.”

Spencer sighs and brushes her fingers lightly over the back of Ashley’s hand.

“I take it you’re not feeling so good, huh?”

“Just not hungry.” Ashley grunts stuffily, giving her nose another, more irritated rub.

“You’re probably getting a fever.” Spencer points out, her hand shifting towards Ashley’s forehead. “You need to drink lots of fluids, okay? And coffee doesn’t count!”

“Spence!” Ashley groans, pulling back. “You’re mothering me again.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s girlfriend-ing, and right now I’d say you need it.”

“Acht-tisshieww!” Ashley sneezes suddenly, her hands barely covering in time as hundreds of invisible germs spill out into the atmosphere.

Rolling her eyes, Spencer plucks one of the tissues from Ashley’s pocket and passes it to her.

“See.”

“Hssh’gnxt!” Ashley sneezes again, this time burying her nose into the thin, flower embossed tissue. “Sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologise, Ash.” Spencer frowns. “I’m just worried about you, that’s all. Why don’t we go back to mine for a bit? I’ve got a free period after lunch anyway.”

“You hate skipping school.” Ashley sniffles miserably. “And besides I should probably be on my own right now.”

“No way!” Spencer interjects, with another one of her sweet, soft smiles. “I’m taking care of you, okay? No more arguments.”

“But I -”

“Ashley.” Spencer warns, her eyebrows rising.

“Ugh, fine.” Ashley relents with a frustrated sigh.

TBC

It's okay, when I wrote my first fic I had like three or four short chapters in a row, so I'm used to it. Can't wait for more, thanks for updating! This is too cute!

I've never heard of this show but I LOVE THIS.

Glad you're feeling better.

*grabby hands for more*

No matter if it's short, it's still a very sweet update.
Hope you're feeling well now. ^^

okay, attention people who have not yet seen south of nowhere: go watch it NOW!!!!!!! you won't be sorry. seriously, it's on youtube.

and THANKS for another delicious installment! I was starting to wonder when spencer was gonna put her foot down glad you're feeling better-- and I know what you mean, having a real cold doesn't make me wanna write, either! it's really only fun to observe and fantasize

OMG ITS SO AMAZING!!!! OMG!!! MORE MORE MORE!!!

Totally agree whit you!! SON is one of my favorite series, you guys should watched!!!! Is great!

Is short but i love it! Can't wait for more!!!

I've seen it of course but your little speech makes me want to watch it all again; damn it though I have to go to work .

I will also add that you can download the episodes.... am I allowed to say that without getting modded? I don't know, but I'm going to try! Then you can re-watch over and over and make little music videos like me haha. If you want the link to where you can download them from PM me (I think that's allowed ).

GAH! *brain explodes* this is AMAZING!!!!!

Aw yes, I just started watching the 1st season.

Feeling a lot better, thanks, and back with a new part for you all. Enjoy!


Part 7


Ashley cradles her head in her hands, trying to block out the obnoxiously loud noise coming from the kitchen.

“Spencer, what are you doing!?” She yells, but her fading voice protests and all that comes out is a hoarse, unintelligible murmur. “Crap.”

Coughing to clear the colossal frog in her throat, Ashley gets up from her cosy seat on the couch and makes her way towards the source of disturbance.

“Spencer?” She queries again with an annoyed frown. “What is that?”

The noise comes to an abrupt stop.

“Sorry?” Spencer smiles back obliviously. “I couldn’t hear you over the juicer.”

“Juicer?” Ashley repeats, nonplussed.

“Yeah, I’m making you fresh orange juice!”

Ashley leans heavily into the doorframe, still unable to fully grasp the situation and growing increasingly irritated.

“Why?”

“Because you’re sick.” Spencer answers simply. “The vitamin C’s good for your immune system, so it’ll help you fight the bugs off and get better.”

“But I don’t like orange juice.” Ashley points out awkwardly. “Especially the kind with…” Spencer tilts her head patiently as Ashley scrunches up her nose, her breath catching almost silently in the back of her throat. “With… Huh-tissshx! Bits in.”

“I think you’re forgetting the part about no arguments.”

“Huh-tssh! Tsshh!” Ashley groans as her nose continues to tickle and run beyond her control; and then, with another soft gasp, she buries it into her sleeve. “Hihh-kmphh!”

“The tissues are right here you know!” Spencer exclaims, with a mixture of disbelief and despair. Shaking her head, she grabs the box from the counter and takes it over to Ashley. “Here.”

Sniffling and slightly embarrassed, Ashley pulls a couple of tissues from the box and wipes her nose on them roughly.

“Thanks, Spencer.” She mumbles, tugging uncomfortably at the now slightly damp arm of her jacket. “Yuck.”

“You can wear one of my hoodies instead if you want?” Spencer offers without a moment’s hesitation, and Ashley’s dark eyes widen in surprise.

“Are you sure? I mean, it might get all germy and gross.”

“Ash, I really don’t care about that.”

Ashley smiles wearily and leans back into the doorframe; she really wished it was Spencer she was leaning against, but she didn’t want to seem all needy and pathetic when Spencer was already doing so much for her.

“Well, I might try your orange juice then.” Ashley agrees finally which makes Spencer beam with happiness.

“And just wait until you taste my soup!”

“Soup?” Ashley grimaces. “Soup’s for old people who haven’t got teeth.”

“My Dad always makes it for me when I’m sick.” Spencer rationalises while Ashley fumbles to straighten out her tissues. “And it always makes me feel better.”

“Uh-huh.” Ashley responds sceptically, the tissue only half-raised to her face as her eyes flutter closed. “Hehh…chhht! Ahksshchieew!”

“Bless you! Come on, let’s go upstairs. I’ll get you some clean clothes out and you can have a lie down.”

“Spencer, it’s the middle of the day!” Ashley complains, rubbing her nose petulantly. “And I think I’m a little too old for naps!”

“I didn’t say you had to sleep, Ash. Just rest a little, you can watch TV or something.”

“I’ll rest better if you’re there.” Ashley hints with a coy smile. “You don’t have to go back to school yet, do you?”

Spencer glances at the clock over her shoulder and sighs.

“Just half an hour more, okay? Then I really should get back.” Ashley grins. “Now drink your orange juice.”

“Okay, but only ‘cause you made it.”

TBC...

This is too cute! Thanks for updating!