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Chapter 18: This Is Just The Beginning, Baby

Author's Note: Ugh. I'm so not happy with this chapter. Oh well though, I'm posting it anyway because what happens this chapter plays a pretty important part in what happens in the rest of the story. Also, I think I'm sick or something because I feel very awful at the moment. So, yeah. If it sucks too much, blame it on me being sick?

Also, just a few things announcements: 

1. On June 16, 2013 my second joint story with the amazing @writerbug44 will go up. It'll be on our joint account called @RelentlessDreamer, so on the SIXTEENTH OF JUNE, you guys should go and check it out because it's gonna be amazing. It's gonna be called The Seaside Café 

2. I have a joint story with @PeachySweetTea who also graduated high school today, so that's cool. Anyways, you should also read our joint story called Lost in Translation which is up on joint account, @Reveurs.

3. NEW STORIES! My next story will go up on Wattpad on July 8th, and it'll be Like Crazy. Chapter 1 is already up- as a teaser sorta thing- but the actual story will be up on July 8th, which is coincidentally a week before Give Me Love will start going up. 

Okay, yeah,  I think that's it. Don't forget to comment and vote, pleeeeease!

Chapter 18: This is Just the Beginning, Baby

“How was the sleep-over?” Spencer asks me the next morning as we ride down the street back towards Grandmother’s house.

“It was really fun,” I tell him truthfully. “Two of my friends think that you’re hot though, so that’s weird.”

“What?” He asks with a surprised chuckle.

“Two of my friends think you’re hot,” I repeat.

 “Really? That’s…cute.” Spencer retorts, blinking a few times.

“Madison and Carly, they’re the two. Anna Grace just thinks you’re cute though, at least that’s what she told me.” I inform my brother, putting my Sperry clad feet up on his dashboard.

“Cute? Cute? Oh please, I’m not cute.” Spencer scoffs, shaking his head. “I am sexy.”

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night, bro.” I state, looking out of the window absentmindedly.

“It’s true,” He assures me. “Oh, and isn’t Madison the one that opened the door?”

“Mhm, that’s her.” I confirm with a nod. 

“She’s pretty hot,” He nonchalantly says.

“And you have Julia,” I remind him.

“Yeah,” Spencer sighs. “That’s not working out too well though.”

“What do you mean?” I wonder as he parks in grandmother’s yard.

“Just that we’ve both been really distant and stuff; I think a break up is coming.”

 “Well, that’s very optimistic,” I retort, getting out of his car, grabbing my bag.

“You know me, Stef, and you know I’m not an optimist; I’m a realist.”

“I guess that’s true,” I say, walking up to the front door with my brother. “So, did they buy the story?”

“Yeah, they did actually. Mom was the hardest to convince, but after a while, she relented.”

“Oh my God, Spencer, do you wanna do my the biggest favor ever?” I ask him as we walk in the house.

“Nope,” He chirps, going down the corridor and into his room.