AN: New story again. I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this one... but I hope you enjoy it.

and I didn't read through it before posting, jsyk.

I wake up with someone next to me, which isn't something that happens quite often. I usually leave right after my job is done, so this probably means that I'm in my own home. In the little moments I have before I wake up- the moments where your mind is awake, but you're not ready to face it all- I keep my eyes closed. I keep them closed so I can savor the moments. My arms aren't around her, but hers are around me. I can smell her hair- it smells like faint coconuts and I can feel her bare skin on mine. When I open my eyes, I see a girl and my breath hitches. At that moment, confusion etches itself across my mind because that usually never happens to me. I don't know this girl, but she is beautiful. Her long blonde hair is spread all over my pillows, and her face is as peaceful as can be. I vaguely want her to open her eyes, just so I can see what's in them. But what's implanted in my brain tells me that that's creepy, so I immediately sigh it away. I don't know this girl- I met her last night, but I can't remember sleeping with her. The fact that this doesn't make me panic runs across my mind, but I put it off to think about right before I sleep at night.

I slip out from underneath her and sigh once my feel touch the ground. I put my wife beater on before glancing at the clock, which tells me that its exactly 7:01AM, so I've got an hour or so to get to school. I roll my eyes at the thought of another first day of school as I walk into my new bathroom, only to find my sister standing there brushing her teeth.

"Kyla," I knitted my eyebrows together. She looked innocently at me. "This house has 7 bathrooms, all of which that haven't been used much. You just had to use mine?"

"I was lonely, but you obviously aren't," She spit her junk back into the sink. I started to wash my face in the sink next to the occupied one. "It's our... what? Third day back home and you've already got a girl in your bed, Ash?"

I raised my eyebrow at her, not saying a word.

She raised her own back at me, "What's her name?"

"Just because someone's got someone in their bed doesn't mean they're not lonely, Kyla," I smiled, hoping she'd ignore the question too. She rolled her eyes.

"You can't even remember her name."

I don't recall her giving it. "I do."

"What's her name then?"

"Diana," was the first name to come to mind.

And as if on call, the blonde that was once in my bed waltzed into the bathroom. My breath hitched again once I saw her. Her eyelids weren't closed anymore, and the coldest of blues were staring back at me. My mouth went agape a bit, but I collected myself before anyone could notice.

"Good morning, Diana," Kyla smirked at me. I narrowed my eyes at her. The bitch is testing me.

I highly doubt this beauty's name is Diana.

"Uhm.. My name isn't Diana," the blonde scratched her head and turned toward me. I sat up. I wonder if she remembers my name. "Can I have a bottle of water?"

I smile at her and leave to go fetch one. Not to my surprise, she follows behind me, closing the bathroom door behind her, which makes me smirk as I grab her water bottle out from my mini fridge.

"I don't mean to sound like an asshole," She started, staring down at her hands as if she was ashamed. I raised my eyebrow at her and handed her the water bottle. "Thank you."

"Right," I stared at her. "Go on."

"Yeah, I don't mean to sound mean, but..." she gulped."What's your name?"

I smiled, "I'm Ashley."

"Oh," She nodded, now looking at ease again. "I could have guessed that. Damn."

I raised an eyebrow at her, "Oh really now? Doubt so."

"Oh, like my name is Diana? Please," she rolled her eyes at me but kept her smile on her face so I knew she wasn't serious. "I know you don't know my name either."

I scanned my mind on what name she actually looked like. She was too beautiful to have just one.

"I'd say your name is Monique," I nodded, to which she raised her eyebrow. "Yeah, you look like a Monique. Or you know... a Tyrone."

"Your second guess is pretty close," She nodded, to which I nodded back. "My name is Spencer, but some call me Tyrone on weekends."

"On weekends?"

"That's when I'm working."

"Where? The corner?"

"Not everyone has the same profession as you, Ashley."

I smiled and looked down to conceal it. It was making my face hurt in the way I never wanted to stop. A beautiful girl with a more than decent sense of humor was standing in front of me. And she actually beat me in our little battle.

"So, Spencer, eh? I can't believe I didn't remember that. That's a boy's name. No wonder people call you Tyrone."

"Word, though I don't remember giving it to you," Her eyebrows knotted. "Well that just makes me feel like a total slut. I don't even do this... I just had sex with someone that didn't know my name."

"In my defense, you didn't give it."

"Your defense?"

I shrugged, "If it makes you feel better, my opinion of you hasn't changed. I still think the same of you as I did before I found out you don't do this often."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"You're quite the charmer," She nodded at me, taking a swig from the water bottle. It made me smile. "I can't imagine what aspect of you made me look at you last night and think, 'Yeah, I'm gonna bone that tonight.'"

"Maybe you're one of those people that has sex with random fortunate looking, model worthy, practically goddess looking people. Maybe it my goddessness," I smiled. "And who the hell says 'bone'? Are you 14 or a Kardashian? I'm personally hoping for the later."

"Yeah... Did I hear you speak before I slept with you? Oh my god."

"Well, I definitely heard you speak when during with sleeping with you part."

"Oh, you did, did you?" She raised her eyebrow again. "Does it turn you on thinking about it?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded. "Cause ogre mating calls really set a water fall off in my panties, Spence."

"Spence, eh?" She smirked. A little bit in me panicked, even though I don't know why. This girl was amazing. I highly doubt she'd get her tits in a winger over me calling her a nickname. "Isn't it a bit early to be whipping out the shortening of the names?"

"Oh, but I thought we were in a committed relationship?" I faked stomping my foot on the ground in disappointment. "Damn, better go and change my facebook before you take a look..."

"You've got that right. Before I comment on it and humiliate you for the world to see," Spencer shook her head with her hand on her hip. "I'm sorry, but you just went way too fast for me, Ashley."

"Was it my sister?" I fake panic. "Was it that I had you met her too quickly? Was it too much for a first… morning? 'Cause, babe, I can just make her go away."

"Yeah, I can't imagine what I possibly could have seen in you," she shook her head at me.

"Does this mean I don't have to change my facebook?"

"Damn, I've known you for less than 12 hours and you've already got me in a committed facebook approved relationship."

"Oh, we're engaged, actually."

"Even better."

I had to leave my fiancé because she needed to shower. Turns out that after a night of sex, you feel pretty dirty in the morning. She smiled all throughout walking there, which made me smile even though she was really just a stranger. That didn't really make sense, but I tend to never make sense when it comes to beautiful girls.

"Kyla told me that you've got a girl," My brother, Stefan, smirked at me once I walked into the kitchen. I sighed. He's older than me, but 804x annoying. The Madre tells me that we look the same and act the same, but if so, I think I'd probably have to go to a correctional institution. I raised an eyebrow at him. "So what is she?"

"What do you mean?"

"Blonde? Hot? Average? A 10? A 20? What?" He shook his head disappointingly at me as if I was just supposed to know what he meant. "Is she good? Bad? Screamer? Not a screamer?"

I sighed at him and went to make some coffee for myself and my new fiancé.

"I love how you're so interested in my sex slash love life, considering you're my brother and all," I shook my head as I poured my cups out. "It makes me feel nauseated, and you know how much I love feeling nauseated, don't you bro?"

"Just doing my job, sis."

"Fantastic," He smirked, ripping his piece of toast to shreds. "Does your little minion go to school? I hope she's not like… 14 or something. 'Cause that's a little low, even for you, Ashley."

I was just about to ask him what the fuck he means by that, but Kyla cut me off, "I think your little girlfriend you've got up there is done with her shower but she's too scared to come out."

I made a face and went up to retrieve her, ignoring Stefan's yells for me to tell her he said hello.

"What? Too scared to meet the whole family now that you've got a taste of my sister?" I teased, walking into my new room to find the blonde sitting on my bed with her phone in her hands. She smiled at me.

"No," She put her phone on the bed. I stopped in front of her. "I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to get to school."

"What school do you go to?"

"King High."

I raised an eyebrow. Of course, of all the girls to sleep with, I have to pick the one that I'm now going to go to school with. "I'll take you."

"Let me guess," she pretended to think. "You go there?"

"For a fiancé, you know nothing about me."

"Well I plan on knowing everything by the end of today then," She smiled at me and I swear my heart stopped. "I haven't seen you around, though. Are you new?"

"I suppose," I shrugged. It depends how you look at it, really. I was born and raised here, but left when it really mattered. I helped her off the bed. "I want to apologize in advance for my brother and sister."

"Damn, you've got a brother too?"

"Do you have siblings?"

"You're just as bad of a fiancé as I am."

"This is the start of a wonderful engagement."

"Word."

Xxxxxx

"Hello there," Stefan smiled once he saw Spencer coming down the stairs. I sighed. Today was our first day at our new high school, so we all had to ride together. Kyla rolled her eyes from beside him. Spencer looked at me as if I should protect her. I'll try my best.

Hopefully she can read minds.

"Thanks," She smiled at me and kept going down the stairs. I literally stopped and had to do a double take. Do I have a mind reader on my hands?

"Hello there pretty lady," Stefan smirked and held his hand out for Spencer to shake. I sighed. I was afraid this would happen. "My name is Stefan, what would yours be?"

"I'm Spencer," she shook his hand. She looked back at me. "Are you two twins? You both look crazy alike."

I scoffed, "He wishes."

"Wish to have that afro? Please," he rolled his eyes. I made a face. "Come on, pretty lady. Let's get you to school."

Of course my brother would be hitting on my last night.

I had initially told Spencer that she could ride shotgun, because that's just plain polite and I'd rather have her sitting next to me than my siblings, but Stefan insisted that Spencer sat in the back with him. I, personally, don't understand why he would do that. He barely knows the girl and he wants to get to know her better? She could be a rapist.

Hell, she could have raped me last night and I wouldn't even know.

"I love how your brother is hitting on the girl you banged last night," Kyla smirked at me as we drove to school. In the back seat, (as predicted) Stefan was chatting Spencer's ear off, to which she'd just smile and nod, or occasionally answer one of his questions. I was more so focused on how she'd look into the rear view mirror at me and kind of…. Smirk. Or smile. I don't know. I turned toward Kyla, "Could that be considered incestuous?"

"He is your brother too," I made a face. "How could that be considered incestuous?"

"Well, because you got a dip in all that… and if Stefan has his way, then He would dip in there too," Kyla smirked. Her voice was in a whisper, but I'm sure Spencer wouldn't be able to hear her normal voice over Stefan's loud chat. I made a face at her words. I didn't like the idea of that. "She'd be like a Davies' community sex chick."

"No, Kyla. Just… no."

Xxxx

I got lost about 23 times, but I never let it seem that way. I was born in LA, granted, but I moved before I could really explore. I knew New York like the back of my hand because that's where I was going through all my phases. When I was in LA, I wasn't anywhere. I went to the park to play with my friends, maybe. In New York, I went to the park to drink and to meet up with friends. Maybe pop a pill, but then I wouldn't be able to remember my way home. I remembered the people here, but only some. I had the habit of never forgetting people, which happened to be a curse, but in this instance, it came in handy. We left LA in my freshman year, but everything I was doing then made it quite hard to remember anything from my freshman year.

But we made it to school with time to spare and no one dead. Everyone's ears are still intact despite Stefan's nonstop talking and Spencer is still smiling, so I can assume everything is good.

The campus looked… big and spread out. There were many buildings, which made me frown since I hate walking. Plus, I can't remember filling out a registration form, so I'm probably going to end up in Woodshop or JROTC or something like that.

"Can I walk you to class?" Stefan asked Spencer once she got out of the car. My brother is a little overbearing, obviously. My face literally deflated once I heard that. Today is our first day, we have never seen the campus before, we don't even have our schedules, and he wants to walk Spencer to class?

I'm sorry, but that just doesn't make sense to me.

"Sorry, but I promised Ashley that I'd help show her around today," She smiled at Stefan then looked at me. I was too shocked to say anything. "Right, Ash?"

"Right," I smiled at Stefan and that fuck you, hah, I got the girl way. He just rolled his eyes. "That is exactly right."

"Right. I'll see you later Spencer," He started to walk away before whisking Kyla with him, whom looked at him disapprovingly.

Spencer walked over to my side, still smiling (might I add) and started to lead me around.

"I'm sorry about my brother," I looked down, readjusting my bag strap. "He doesn't like to be alone."

"It's fine. I should get used to it, considering how we're going to get married and all," She smirked at me and I smiled back. We stopped in front of this big professional looking building. "This is the office. They should give you your schedule."

I looked through the window and found Kyla and Stefan in there already with some other kid I didn't recognize. I sighed.

"I've got to go to my physics class, though," she smiled sadly at me. I frowned. I didn't want her to leave. "And I'm not going to give you my phone number for you to contact me."

"Why is that?"

"Because I want you to have that feeling of hope that I'm around. And the surprise of seeing me through the halls, and wondering where I am and what I'm doing," she smiled teasingly at me and raised her eyebrow, "Or you know, if I'm thinking of you."

"Damn, we're engaged and I can't even get your phone number."

"Sorry, love. I'll see you by the end of today, though. Your newbie look stands out."

"Right."

She started to walk away, but it was backwards so that she could face me. It made me smile and blush, but Kyla pulled me into the office before I could say goodbye again.

I am already a pathetic love puppy.

"Don't tell me you like this girl already," she made a face at me and handed me my schedule. I raised my eyebrows.

I looked down at my schedule;

Newswriting

AP Psychology/Sociology

Calculus

Photography 3

Drama

French

AP British Literature

I made a face at Kyla's words.

I don't like her. I don't even like people.

"Kyla, you know me. My faith in humanity has been shattered for a few years now." The truth.

"Yeah, you said that but once Modern Family went on the air, you told me it was restored."

Fair point.

"Yeah, but then Teen Mom 2 came out."

"I see what you did there," she sighed and looked over her schedule. I looked over to where Stefan was, not really caring about my classes at all, to find him (of course) chatting up another blonde who was sitting down on the chairs in front of the principal's office.

Oh, how he loves Damsels in distress.

"I don't recall signing up for Woodshop 2," Kyla made a face at me, to which I smiled at. She handed me a map. The first time we were here, we went to private school because that's when our dad really gave a shit about us, but once I started getting kicked out of every school, he brought my siblings down with me. Lucky for me, neither of them resented me for it. But even though I went to private school back then, I only hung out with public school kids, which is why I recognize almost everyone here.

They're staring at me oddly. Maybe it's because they know I'm new. Maybe it's because they know who I am. I'll never know.

"I've got Guitar 3," Stefan smirked, popping up from behind Kyla. She rolled her eyes and eyed the blonde girl standing next to him. "So does my new friend, Christine so I'll catch you two later."

"Why couldn't you keep your blonde with you? She'd be a good tour guide," Kyla complained as we walked out of the office. I sighed. "She seemed cool."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Your type."

"I don't have a type."

"Please. Girl is your type."

"Wow. I've never felt more slutty."

"Not even during the action of your sluttyness?"

"Touché."

Xxx

I recognized just about everyone in my Newswriting class. There were only about… 4 faces I didn't know, but they looked like foreign exchange students. I saw Damien Yang, whom I remember as the asian quarterback who had a crush on me in 3rd grade. There was Christine Hillburg, who lived a neighborhood away and had a hobby of spending her parent's money on pills and powder. There was Robert Grant (who went by Robbie), the closeted all around athlete that was my best friend all throughout elementary school.

King High should be fun.

"You must be the new girl," the teacher whose name I couldn't pronounce, but it looked Italian, greeted me once I walked through the door. I sighed. Everyone's eyes were on me now. I stepped in and cleared my throat. The teacher was this middle aged Italian woman with blonde hair and bags underneath her almond eyes. She looked friendly, but the bags under her eyes told me that that must be a hard job for her.

"What's your name, sweetie?" She has the Brooklyn accent that I grew to know and love in New York. I sighed. She was probably going to make me do the whole introduction thing in front of the class. "Why don't cha introduce yourself so everyone knows who ya are."

I sighed. Fantastic.

"I'm Ashley."

"How about a uni-"

"Didn't you live here before?" I looked up at the person who cut the teacher off to see that it belonged to Joey Tamplin, a guy that was obsessed with my brother and followed him around everywhere he went once he could out who our dad was. "Stefan's lezzy sister?"

Some of the class laughed, some rolled their eyes.

I have faith in the eye rollers.

"Yeah," I nodded my head. "I'm Ashley and my unique fact is that I'm a lesbian."

I did the little curtsy thing for the class, smiling as I took an empty seat in the back. Jackie Hart, an out and proud lesbian that was the head of the GSA according to her facebook page leaned forward in her chair to whisper in my ear as I sat down.

"Being a lesbian isn't really unique, Davies." Jackie smirked as I leaned back to hear her better.

"Mhmmm. Just letting the ladies know."

She smirked harder and kissed me on the cheek, "Welcome back, babes."

I guess Newswriting won't be that bad.

Xxxx

"Everything is still pretty much the same," Jackie said as we walked through the quad. We got out of class early to 'use the bathroom', but we were gonna leave to go get lunch. Turns out, half of Newswriting is doing nothing and the other half is reading the newspaper. Jackie talked my ear off the whole period though, which I was grateful for, and now she is giving me a rundown on everything that has happened since I was gone.

"Robbie is still in the closet," she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her starbucks. I frowned. "Yeah, I think it's eating him up though. He asked me if he could 'secretly' join the GSA the other day."

"Is he aware that you don't have to be gay to join a gay straight alliance?"

"That's what I told him," she shrugged. "The boy has got it bad."

I frowned, but didn't say anything.

"Have you made any new friends? Met anyone new?" Jackie smirked at me and sat down at a table in the quad. "Left a girl back in New York, maybe?"

I rolled my eyes. "I met one girl. And no, I never left anyone back home."

"Correction, dear. This is your home," I smiled at that. "And a girl, eh? Name?"

"Spencer."

Her eyebrow immediately raised, "Oh wow, you bagged a Carlin, eh? I didn't even know she was gay."

"I never said she was gay and I didn't 'bag' her."

"Whatever you say, dear," she rolled her eyes and smiled once Kyla came walking toward us. She leaned closer to whisper in my ear again, "Damn, Ash. Your sister got hot."

I punched her arm, "She's a sophomore!"

"Who's a sophomore?" Kyla asked, looking more tired than usual. I sighed once I saw Jackie giving my sister elevator eyes. Kyla waved her hand in front of her face, "Actually, I don't care. I'm having a horrible day."

"And why is that, gorgeous?" Jackie's eyebrow was just about permanently raised by now. I made a face.

Kyla didn't notice, "I haven't found any of my friends yet. Well, I did see a few, but they aren't in my classes, so it doesn't matter much. And what the hell am I going to do when the science teacher asks about lab partners? Oh my god."

"I could help you look for friends," Jackie winked. "Or you could find a friend in me."

Kyla rolled her eyes. "Do you wanna buy me lunch and listen to me complain?"

Jackie looked at me, "Sounds like all of my previous relationships," she turned back to Kyla. "Let's go."

I sighed once they walked away, and started looking around the quad for people I knew. People were still staring at me oddly. Most of them were people that I knew and some even leaned over to their friend to whisper in their ear all while pointing at me.

Discreet, I know.

"I didn't think the rumors were true."

I looked up to find the one and only Madison Duarte.

Madison Duatre; my best friend from birth till 8th grade. We were total BFF's like… never leave eachother's side type. Then she found out I was gay, and I suppose she wasn't cool with that (or maybe I wasn't cool enough anymore) so she dropped me like it's hot and left with no warning. I later found out during freshman year that she really doesn't give a shit about me being gay, that she just likes to pretend that she hates me because she thinks its fun.

"Ah, your long time dream to see me again, Mads. Is it because you don't think dreams come true? Well, I'm making this dream come true for you," I smiled at her. She nodded her head at me, smirking, but she didn't want me to see it. She looked the same as always, just older and prettier. It made me smile. "Would you like to sit down?"

"No, I have to stay at least 3 feet from you at all times. You know, cause I might catch-"

"My gayness?"

"I was going to say an ancient form of ugly, but If you want to go that route, that's okay."

"I'll go with your way."

"Are you dumb? You're like only a foot away from me."

"God, I wish you had stayed in New York."

"But then you'd die of loneliness and probably boredom."

She nodded, "Well, I'd love to stay and chat… Nah, Actually, that's a lie. I wouldn't love to stay and chat."

"Thank you for clearing that up, Mads."

"Yeah, Well like I said, I gotta go before I contract a disease of ugly, so… bye."

I smiled as she walked away and I think she was smiling too.

Xxxxx

"I found some friends," Kyla frowned as we were walking home. I turned my head toward her. We used Stefan's car to drive to school, but he blew us off for his new guitar buddy. "It makes me feel really pathetic to say that, but yeah… I saw Aiden."

"That's nice."

"Ash…"

"What?"

"Your friend is weird," Kyla made a face, looking down at her feet. I smirked and scratched my head. Jackie can give away that kind of vibe. "I think she was hitting on me."

"She was," I sighed, looking over at my sister. She raised her eyebrow at me. "Don't worry, though. I think... Well, I hope she knows her limit."

"I sure hope so."

"Did you make any new friends? Find your old ones?" Kyla couldn't have been too blinded by Jackie to not find anyone. She is a people person. She gets along with everyone.

"I did," her smile was back. "They were all in my later classes. I'm glad I have them in at least a few of my classes though."

"I'm very happy for you."

"Thanks. I can just feel your excitement radiating off your shoulders."

I just smiled.

"Did you see your girlfriend again?"

"Who?" I made a face.

"The blonde with the boy name... Shane?"

"Spencer?" I made a face again and looked down, now frowning. I hadn't seen her at all since this morning. "No.. I haven't seen her."

"Oh.. Are you sad?"

"No."

"Do you want a hug?"

"I'll pass."

"Do you like her?"

"I just met her."

"Yet you managed to bone her."

"Thanks."

"I love you too, sis."

We made it back to our house without getting lost, which surprised me considering we're horrible with getting ourselves around. I recognized everywhere though, which made me quite proud of myself. Kyla sighed once I put my key through the door.

"Hello there," I turned around to the voice. I gulped. "Missed me?"