Hey guys,LibraRising is my name, writing fiction is my game! This is my first story so tell me what you think about it, I welcome feedback...

Okay, so you know the drill I don't own anything but the story lne and characters I created, yadda, yadda,yadda.

The language gets intense at times, but other than that, ENJOY!!!!!

~LR

"Hey where are you going with my shoes?" I asked.

"Leah, these are not your shoes. I saw you wearing your shoes and I thought they looked hot," she paused to put on her coat and fluff her hair. "But I knew I'd never fit in those fucking clown shoes so I bought my own."

"Hardy-fucking-har-har, at least I earned the money for those shoes and you had to beg daddy for it, I swear I fucking hate you sometimes Ashley."

"Awe, well how about when I get back we'll fuck about it and then sleep on it, okay? Okay. I'm late I got to go." God if I didn't love her I'd kill her.

Leah Analis Davies is my name, I'm married to Ashley Davies, you know indie-pop star princess with killer legs, a gorgeous smile, banging body and a fucked up attitude; yeah her. I'm pretty sure you've heard of her, she had this highly publicized break up with her ex-fiancé Spencer Carlin.

I don't know much about this Spencer and their relationship, as I just moved out here from Florida's capital city. My focus for the better part of three years was spent with my days tending to the needs of and denying advances from sleazy politicians and nights trying to finish a children's book. Dealing with politicians from 7-5 and still keeping a strong sense of morals doesn't necessarily leave room for guilty tabloid pleasures.

The dragon lady came in my life late one Friday, while the legislature was in session, one of the craziest times in Tallahassee next to FAMU's homecoming.

I was going on a late night run to McDonalds for the representatives from district 46 and saw this gorgeous brunette demanding to know if anyone knew a 24 hour mechanic to fix her tour bus. She turned to me and said I looked smart enough to know what a mechanic is yet alone his location. Which I did, but she didn't know that and it was rude of her to assume. Ashley has this way of being verbally abusive to people as a first impression...God the memories are still fresh.

"Hey so do you speak English or is everyone in this fucking town an idiot!" she huffed.

"You know maybe if you weren't such a bitch, then the people here may actually help you out, and yes I do know where a mechanic is and I'm in to much of a fucking hurry to deal with some overbearing demanding drama queen!" I thanked the girl at the counter took the food and headed outside. "You have a good night ma'am."

"How dare you talk to me like that, I'm Ashley-fucking-Davies!"

"I'm Leah Analis, nice to make your acquaintance, goodnight."

I headed out of the door feeling bad but I got over it once I felt the refreshing taste of an Oreo McFlurry tumbled over my tongue. I ate some fries before cranking the car and was startled by a smiling 'Ashley-fucking-Davies' outside my window. I swallowed hard and rolled down the window. Like clockwork.

"Hey, sorry about before, I have an engagement in Orlando tomorrow night and I really need a mechanic." She said humanly.

"Give me a sec, let me make a call." I called my best friend who moved out here from California not to long ago. I'm trying to generate as much business for the guy as possible. "Hey Big C, I have a lady here who needs a quality mechanic to fix her tour bus Can you do it? Yeah? Great, she's going to be off of North Monroe behind the Hooters you can't miss her, alright bye."

"Hey thank you so much, Can I get your number maybe when can get together on my way back home?"

"Sure Ashley 'fucking' Davies." I giggled.

Why my cell phone always interrupt the good memories?

"Hello?"

"Hi is this Leah Davies?" this voice is new

"Yes, may I ask who's calling?"

"This is Spencer."