Hey guys /gals. I've got another one shot, which is gonna be broken up into parts, as usual. I was a little skeptical to post this because I think its is a little different from how I've been writing, I would really appreciate knowing what everyone thinks of this :)

Part 1

Ashley's POV

I read off my previously-written food list, "Bread. Milk. Lettuce. Yogurt…that's it. That's a short list." I grab a hand cart out of the stack and begin to walk towards the produce. I glance at all the heads of lettuce stacked in a well-structured way. I pick up a few heads to examine its full body to determine if it's worth buying.

I go through a few heads before finding the perfect one. I drop it into the basket and then utter to myself, "Just a few more items then I'm out of here."

I casually stroll down the aisles that are the quickest way to last few items of food. The market isn't packed, which is quite surprising because it's a weekend day at prime time. This place was never quite before I moved.

I turn the corner to go down the dairy aisle. I stop at the milk and look for a container with the farthest expiration date from today's date. I don't like when food spoils, which is my reasoning for being so picky when I food shop. While paying attention to the milk, I accidentally step on something. I look down to see a colorful object. I pick up the thing and figure out it's a kid's toy. Like a good person that I am, I quickly go off to the washroom and rinse the toy, thinking by some slim chance I'll find the kid who's distraught over their lost toy. Poor kid.

I walk back outside, dropping the toy into my basket, heading back to the milk. I grab a good one and continue strolling down the aisle. I take hold of the best looking cheese and storm off towards the loaves of bread. I hear the piercing sound of a baby crying up ahead. Maybe that's the kid I'm looking to give this toy back to.

I start walking on my toes, seeing where this kid is. I spot a kid in a shopping cart on the left side of the aisle, but I don't see a potential parent with him. I pace quickly down the aisle, pulling the toy from my basket.

I stand in front of the red-eyed kid, rattling the toy in front of him. I say playfully, "Hey buddy is this yours?"

The toddler takes the toy from my hand, calming down considerably after shaking it in the air a few times. His hazel green eyes beam at me as he plays with his toy. He's so adorable looking, but he doesn't look old enough to have a full conversation, but possibly answer simple questions. I ask softly, "Do you know where your mom is?"

He turns around to point at a woman who is bent down, searching for a specific kind of bread, or at least it looks like it. The girl stands up quickly to look at her cart, but instead her eyes glare at me. Without saying a word to each other for at least ten seconds, the kid looks back and forth at the two of us, waiting for someone to speak.

The young girl seems frieghtened as she asks, "Ash, what are you doing back here?" Her hands are shaking a bit as she lies the bread on top of the rest of the food.

I utter some kind of answer, "I…uh." I continue after a second or two. "I stopped in town for a while."

With a shocked look, she replies, "Oh that's nice. I just never expected to see you again, I mean other than in the magazines or on tv."

I laugh nervously, "Yea you're right. I'm getting away from all that madness right now. I gotta cool things off for a while."

She answers simply, "Oh okay." There's an akward silence between the both of us before she continues, "Well maybe I'll see around sometime." She walks to the front of the cart and in front of the kid.

I answer genuinely, "Yea I hope so."

She starts slowly strolling the cart away, saying, "Bye Ashley."

I murmur, "Bye Spencer."

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I pull into the driveway, getting out of the car as soon as I can, carrying a few bags. I storm to the front door and through it. I yell as I pace into the kitchen, "Kyla!" I turn the corner to see Kyla standing against the table, sorting through her mail. She looks at me with a worried face. "Oh there you are." I drop the bags on the floor and ask, "Guess who I saw at the store."

She continues to sort through her bills as she asks in a disinterested tone, "Who?"

I blurt, "Spencer."

She grabs a piece of mail, opening it up while saying, "Oh really."

I say slowly while looking down at the floor, "Yea. She had her kid. He's so grown up and healthy. And she looks radiant herself. Yup." I slowly nod my head.

She answers simply, "I saw her the other day by the school." She puts her glasses on to read the piece of mail only to rip it into shreds moments later.

I bend over to pick up one item from a bag. I say sarcastically as I stand back up straight, placing the milk on the table, "I love your enthusiasm with this whole situation."

She slides her glasses to the top of her head, using them as somewhat of a headband. She raises her voice, "What would you like me to say Ashley? That you should go on your hands and knees, crawling back to her, begging for some sort of forgiveness from her? Because frankly, I don't think she'll forgive you after what you did to her."

I open my mouth to plead my case, but Kyla stops my words with hers. "And for the record, just to get this all out in the open, that was the biggest mistake you ever made." She grabs her scraps, walking to the garbage, dumping all of them out and then pacing angrily out of the room.

When I hear her start walking up the stairs, I utter to myself, "Don't you think I know that?" while kicking the table in the procces.

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A few hours later

With nothing better to do and it being a way to vent my anger, I go for a run through the local park. In an apathethic mode, I turn on my iPod and put the volume on high. The deafing sound of my music is quite consoling.

I begin my anger intervention with a brisk pace, but then speed up as soon as I reach the biggest hill in the area. I feel like Rocky as I trudge up the hill, barely making it up. I almost reach the very top, but I stop right before. I bend down, lying my hands on my knees, gasping for air. I utter, "I need to get out more." I continue on by walking slowly up to the top of the hill. My eyes gaze over the people in the park. I continue to control my feet as I troll down the steep hill, looking around the area.

Over at the children's playground, I see a young girl with dirty blond hair sitting on one of the benches, reading a magazine. I utter, "That must be Spencer."

I begin running down the hill and lightning speed towards the playground. I slow down my pace considerably when I get close. She picks up her head to look at all the kids and I step back a little to make sure doesn't notice me just yet. She dips her head back down and I take a few steps towards her. As I pull out my earbuds, I ask, "Is this seat taken?"

Spencer looks up, shocked and a little worried. She says monotonely, "Nope."

I turn off my iPod and proceed to sit down next to her. I situate myself comfortably as she continues to read her magazine.

What could be so interesting in that thing that's causing her to practically ignore me?

I state the obvious, "It's a beautiful day outside."

"Yes it is."

Wow. Prude much?

I gaze at all the children and spot Spencer's kid. I try to start a conversation, "Your little boy is so big."

"He's turning five in a few days."

"Is he going to school in September?"

She nods her head.

At least I got a few words out of her.

I get up and walk towards the boy. He stops to look at me as I stand in front of him for a second. I bend down to his level. I say playfully, "Hey little guy. Remember me?"

He says excitedly, "Ya!"

I make him comfortable with introducing myself, "I'm Ashley. I used to be friends with your mom when you were still in her tummy."

He gasps in shock, "Really?"

"Yup." I wait a few seconds, "I heard its your birthday soon."

He says enthusiastically, "In three days!" He raises three fingers in the air. He's the cutest thing I've ever come across.

I chuckle a little. "What's your name?"

"Asher," he speaks confidently.

Asher. That's what we were going to call our first boy.

Because I'm flustered and quite distrubed by that, I suggest, "Why don't you go play with your friends a little more? It was very nice meeting you, Asher."

He smiles and says quickly, "Bye." He runs off towards the other kids and starts playing.

I stand up straight to start walking back to Spencer. In a somewhat distraught tone, "Asher? You named him Asher?"

She picks up her head and very casually answers, "Yea I like that name. Is that alright?"

I reply, "Yea its fine. I just wasn't expecting his name to be Asher, considering—"

"We were going to use that name for our kid. Yes I know."

I muster up enough courage to say, "I think we need to talk."

She looks back down at her magazine, "There's nothing to talk about."

I blurt, "Yes there is."

She admits in an annoyed tone, "I don't want to hear any of your apologies Ashley."

I persist, "Will you just listen to me?"

She raises her voice, "There's nothing you need to apologize for so just drop it."

"There's everything I need to apologize for."

She looks at me and says seriously, "Well it's a little too late for that."

I rush, "No it's not Spencer."

She fights back, "Yes it is! When you can actually realize what kind of pain you caused me, I might give you a chance to be my aquaintance and nothing more. Forgive you for leaving me in the dust when I needed you the most. Forgive you for completely misleading me to thinking you were actually a good person, inside and out. When that happens, I might just want to speak to you again." She closes her magazine angrily and continues to stare at me with her evil eyes.

I burst out with anger, "None of this would've happened if you didn't screw around with that sleazeball!"

Spencer's officially heated right now. With one good swing of her right arm, at full-force, I get a good slap in the face that I didn't, at all, see coming. She rolls up the magazine and starts furiously beating my right shoulder with it. I try to deflect each hit, but I have no sight because I'm shying away from the heavy magazine.

She stops, suddenly and yells, "Don't ever talk to me again! I don't want to have any part of you!" Spencer stands up to flee away from me and towards Asher. She picks up Asher violently to walk to her car. I watch intently as I sit, stunned almost to the point of being in shock.

Should I continue?