Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own randomness and attempt at creating a Spashley happy ending. All the characters of SoN belong to Tom Lynch and The-N. Any reference to any person, place, or thing is purely for entertainment purposes.

A/N: This is the last chapter of this story (sorry it took so long. I was lazy). It has been so amazing to have the support from you all. Your reviews have been so awesome and encouraging and just completely amazing that I don't have enough words to thank you properly. Thanks for sticking with me; I know it's been one hell of a ride. I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it. Much love to all my readers, and stay tuned for Spencer's side - though no promises on the delivery.

Chapter 28

Teasing doesn't bother me. Name calling doesn't even make a weak blip in my radar.

But this...this really pisses me off.

And by this, I mean Aiden and Madison constantly making kissy faces anytime they're with Spencer and me. Not to mention whenever I talk with Spencer, they start copying me in baby talk. It's annoying!

I tell them to fuck off, but all that does is make them laugh at me. All that does is make me frown, making Spencer pat my leg and give me a swift kiss on the cheek.

All that does is make me grin like an idiot, starting the whole process over again.

I eventually forgave Aiden for sending me more messages than I've ever received in my whole entire life. I even told Madison I forgive her for being such a bitch. I know, I'm such an amazing person.

But I guess if all I'm dealing with is dumb and dumber – no, I haven't decided who is who yet – then I should consider myself lucky.

Or at least I did until I had dinner at Spencer's house. I would love to say it was boring and simple, but then I'd be lying and omitting the fact that Satan - or Christine as she's sometimes referred to - was there. Yeah, don't ask about that one. All I'm going to say is Spencer is very convincing.

And a moaner. But I digress. A little.

Anyway, so getting back to the matter at hand...sorry couldn't resist.

So dinner was beyond awkward. My mom was obnoxiously polite, insisting on sitting next to me so she could throw her arm around me every time I said anything remotely funny. She called my every possible pet name a parent might have for their child and constantly patted my head. She even told stories from my childhood that, had I not been under Spencer's watchful eye, I would have informed everyone at the table that my mom completely made them up.

I'm honestly not too sure where she got her stories from, but they sounded oddly like some of the things from Harry Potter. Like the "memory" she has of me playing with a redheaded boy and dark haired boy with glasses, pretending to fight the dark sorcerer. Or how she bought me a cat and I named him Crookbangs.

Don't look at me. In Christine's mind, all this probably did happen. I don't think she even knows how to read, let alone does it voluntarily. I suppose we have that in common.

My favorite story was how she saved me from being kidnapped. Now why she thought this was a topic for dinner, I'll never know, but it definitely made me laugh.

In her version, we were at K-Mart and I slipped away from her when she 'Specifically told me to stay put!' So she immediately began searching the store for me, asking them to make an announcement throughout the store. As she was turning to 'look for me some more,' she saw a man pulling me along in the parking lot, so she gallantly ran over to me, hair flowing out behind her as theatrical music played – ok...so maybe I added that part in – and she dove and tackled the man to the ground, rescuing me.

After her tale, every one was kind of in shock, me included. I was so blown away that she could complete turn around what really happened, while every one else just looked so unsure of how to react.

Basically what really happened was my mom told me I was bothering her and to go away and find some toys to play with. Being the sweet child that I was, I obeyed and walked off. Well when you're five, K-Mart seems like a fucking maze, and I was trying to navigate my way through people and endless aisles with little success.

Apparently a small child running around parentless isn't something that's a normal site – obviously they've never been in public with Christine Davies – so a man did grab me and bring me up front to page my mom.

Mom conveniently left out the fact that the man was a police officer and that they had to call her for ten minutes before she (finally) moseyed her way up to the front, looking less than pleased to see me and complaining about how she'd never be able to find that cute dress again.

Oh yes, my mom is definitely something.

"So have you two had sex yet?" Aiden asks, tactless as always.

I spit out the sip of root beer I had just taken. "W-what?" I don't trust myself to glance and see Spencer's reaction.

Aiden smiles at us and leans in closer. "Did you...have sex?"

Madison scrunches her face up in disgust. "You really don't have to answer that. Please."

I smile as Aiden frowns. Psh, like that's any of his business. It's not like I want to hear about his boring, non-existent sex life.

"Cover your ears then," he tells her, turning his attention back to Spencer and me. "So?"

"A lady never kisses and tells."

I see Spencer nod beside me. "Or fucks and tells," she says easily.

I turn to her in surprise, completely dumbfounded by her response. I really glad I didn't take that second sip of my drink, or she'd be wearing it, and I really, really, like her top. "Spencer!"

"What?" she asks innocently, giving me a sweet smile.

Madison is staring at Spencer like she's never seen her before. And Aiden...he's looking between Spencer and me with obvious approval. Ugh, the perv.

As for me?

Now that the initial shock has worn out, I'm staring at Spencer, thinking about how much I really, really, dislike her top. She shouldn't be wearing it. I should help her with that.

"Spence?" I squeak out.

Spencer meets my gaze and I watch as a sly smile makes its way across her face. She knows what this look means.

"Oh damn," she curses, and as her eyes stay locked with mine, I know she did it on purpose. She's fully aware of what her swearing does to me. "I forgot about that assignment."

"Yeah," I agree easily. Too easily. "The one where you have to...yep." We're so not obvious.

Madison narrows her eyes at us. "You guys are weird. Just go to the janitor's closet already."

I fake gasp. "Madison, I'm appalled that you would suggest such a thing." I see Spencer nod loyally beside me.

The Latina rolls her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she offers with obvious fake sincerity, "what was I thinking?"

"Yeah!" I tell her indignantly. I grab Spencer's hand and and walk away from Aiden and Madison.

"Besides," I call over my shoulder, face splitting into a wide grin "it's totally the library!"

Spencer shakes her head in faux disappointment and pulls me away, neither of us bothering to yell our goodbyes.

As she leads me through a set of double doors, I realize that she did, in fact, drag me to the library.

"Uh Spencer, I know I told Madison the library, but I was totally cool with the janitor's closet."

She smiles and nudges me with her elbow. "I'm not making out with you in the closet." I open my mouth. "Or bathroom," she interrupts me quickly.

"Aw, really?" I pout. "You don't like the romantic flushing noise?"

"Do you know why I brought you here?" she asks, completely ignoring my words, much like I knew she would. It just makes me smile.

I look around the room, trying to look for anything that stands out. "Um..." Nothing catches my eyes. "Because you love literature?" I guess randomly.

"No not – ok, well I do love literature. It's actually really interest- ugh, damnit Ash," she shakes her head with a laugh, "don't side track me." I hold my hands up in innocence. "You really don't know why I brought you here?"

She sounds a little sad, and I feel guilty that I don't know the answer. But I do know better than to try to humor her again. Actually, that rarely works out.

"I don't," I say softly. "I'm sorry."

My apology seems to shake off her sadness, and she gives me a smile and pulls me to her, giving me a warm kiss on my lips.

"It's ok, I'm not mad, " she assures me gently. "I was just...I guess hoping you'd realize the significance of this place."

Again I look around the library, wondering why she's so fond of it. Honestly it smells like moldy bread to me. I wisely don't tell her that.

I give her a sheepish shrug.

"This is where you apologized to me," she tells me with a big smile, blue eyes lit happily.

Nothing clicks. I mean, really, should it? I've apologized to her a lot of times.

Spencer rolls her eyes at me. "Where you first apologized to me. After you said those mean things to me. You chased after me," she continues, looking at me expectantly.

A light bulb goes off, and I find myself smiling in memory. "Who would have guessed back then that we'd end up here?" Definitely not me.

She rubs my hand softly. "I had hoped."

My eyes lift to hers. "Wow...really?" I find this hard to believe. "Even...even back then?"

"Even back then," she affirms with a sweet smile. "I was too shy to do anything before, and then somehow it just worked out that we were thrown together. Thank God."

I can't help but agree. I don't care how it happened, I'm just glad it did.

"I can't believe you were ever shy," I tell her. Seriously, she was anything but whenever we hung out.

"Really?" she says doubtfully. "Do you not remember how I was when we hung out? God, I was so unsure."

I watch as she moves to sit down at a table, patting the chair next to her. I quickly follow and sit down next to her, waiting for her to finish.

"I thought you liked me, but then you'd start talking about how great Aiden was, and turning down any sort of advance I'd make on you." She gives a small laugh. "I told Madison I must be crazy for going after you when you obviously weren't interested."

Not interested? Fuck, I was so into her it wasn't funny. "It wasn't that at all. The complete opposite, actually."

She laughs again. "Well I know that now, silly." I blush, looking away as I feel my face warm.

When my face cools, I look towards her again, softening my gaze. "I love you." Saying it still floods me with warmth and makes my heart skip a beat, but that doesn't compare with what happen when she says it.

She smiles at me tenderly and kisses me gently. "I love you too." We hold each others gazes lovingly, before Spencer stands up suddenly and steps away from the table, urging me with her eyes to stand up as well. "You know I've always loved the library."

"Oh?"

"Mmhmm." She nods and steps in front of me, wrapping her arms loosely around my waist. I can feel my breathing quicken. "It's like no matter how many people are in here, it's like you're all alone." She tightens her grip and places a kiss on my neck.

My eyes shut and I find myself leaning into her. "Y-yeah?"

She smiles. She knows the effect she's having on me. "It's like you can just do whatever you want, and no one will ever know." Her voice is velvety smooth, touching my ears in a loving caress.

Another kiss, slightly harder this time, is pressed to my neck, a little higher than the last, and I lean my head to the side to give her better access. I don't try to speak this time.

Spencer continues to trail kisses up my neck as she keeps speaking softly. "I remember dreaming of this when you followed me in the library." She bites my ear to emphasize her point. "I imagined you confessing your feelings in a bold declaration of love. Instead, you apologized. And got shushed." She laughs lightly in memory.

"Well if you're expecting me to be more talkative now, you're..." I breath unsteadily as she traces the shell of my ear with her tongue. "-sadly mistaken," I finish with much difficulty. I don't know why I'm still talking.

"Is that an apology?" she teases, pushing me back until I'm sitting on the table we just vacated. She's quick to move in front of me.

I shake my head with a smile, enjoying this dance we're doing. Domineering Spencer is so fucking hot.

"Hmm," she says thoughtfully, stepping forward again until she's between my legs. "I think you owe me one."

Her mouth is back on my neck, and now her hands have moved to rest on my thighs, lightly stroking. I think I might die from torture and unfulfillment. Or from lack of oxygen since I seem to keep forgetting to breathe.

My mouth turns into a sly grin as I grab her and pull her to a corner of the library. Not that it matters, seeing as how it's completely secluded. That's what happens when you sneak into the library when it's closed for the week. Thank God.

I trap her between the wall and my body, bringing my lips mere centimeters from her and smiling evilly as she unsuccessfully tries to bring her lips to mine. "I'm sorry."

"Oh?" I nod. "Why?" she rasps, short breaths leaving her parted lips.

"Because this is a library." I look around at the stacks of books behind us. "And you're not going to be very quiet."

She just smiles and crashes her lips against mine.

I definitely have a new appreciation for libraries. I actually have considered getting a library card. Ok, maybe not something that drastic, but I underestimated how fucking hot Sp- I mean library books could be.

For an anniversary, I blindfolded Spencer and surprised her by taking her to the library. I even played her a song on my dad's guitar. I think he would have approved of her. No, I know he would have.

It's crazy, thinking of my dad now. Before, I couldn't do it without getting sad or angry, sometimes both. But now, thanks to Spencer, I can look back on everything he did with love.

All in all it was an amazing year.

I've come to the conclusion that Spencer was the catalyst to everything. She taught me how to forgive. Taught me how to heal. Taught me how to let people in. Taught me how to love.

Because Spencer made me realize that I've been capable of loving this whole time. My heart knew, it just took me a lot longer to catch up.

I wasn't waiting for some one to come sweep me off my feet like Aiden said. I was waiting for Spencer.

And I hope, someday, you'll realize what I just realized.

El Fin