Author's Note: Well this is chapter one of my FF. Enjoy it! I've already got the outline of the story so I know what direction I wanna take this, bear with me though on how long it may take. I get writer's block alot :) Thanks guys!

"Mama.." Curious brown eyes looked up at me. I ran my fingers through the curly brown hair on Sophia's head. "Yes sweetie?" I smiled at how sleepy she looked, and yet she struggled to keep her eyes open. At that moment she sat up, and furrowed her brow in thought. She was no doubt a product of her mother. "How did you meet mommy?" She looked up at me, inquisitive. "You want to hear the story?" I smiled at how serious she seemed. Her curly locks bounced as she nodded.

"Ok, tomorrow, I will tell you the story." I reasoned. It was 10 pm and this would be a long story. My statement got a disgruntled growl. Definitely a product of her mother. I smiled at how much she reminded me of Ashley, her facial expressions, the natural husk in her voice, and those killer big brown eyes that could make the world's toughest man melt into a puddle of mush. I kissed her forehead and tucked her in, tomorrow would be a long day. I turned off her light and went to bed myself. Morning came before I knew it, and by morning coming, I mean Sophia jumping on me to wake me up.

Confused and still sleepy I glanced at the clock. 10 am. Well reasonable. "Sophia sweetie, mama needs her kidneys, please stop bouncing on them." With that she climbed off my back and laid down next to me. "Story time? Mama? Please?" She smiled the Davies smile and I caved. I could never deny this girl anything. "Ok let's go get breakfast and I'll start the story." I smiled and pulled Sophia in for a hug. She looked just like Ashley did at the age of 6, spitting image.

I cracked eggs into a bowl and began the tale..

New town, new start. I was nervous of course, who wouldn't be? My family moved from New Jersey to California when I was 4. We had always lived in a little town in upstate Cali until now. I was 17 when we packed up our lives and moved to LA. The city of the pretty people. It'd be an understatement to say I felt like I didn't belong. I was worried about being the girl who showed up in the middle of junior year, but I didn't have a choice. Before I knew what was happening I was enrolled and starting school.

"You lived in New Jersey mama?" Sophia said with curious eyes.

"Sure did. I don't really remember it though I was too young." I answered as I scrambled the eggs.

It was my first day at school, and I was no doubt worried about the people and what they would think. LA seems like such a judgmental place, I can't do this. I walked nervously up the steps of the school and made my first mistake. Before I even realized what was happening I had slipped and fallen down the stairs. 'Oh great..' I heard plenty of chuckles, but amongst them one stood out, because it was followed by "Are you ok??" I looked up and before me stood a tall, athletic, brunette.

"Mommy!" Sophia squealed with delight. I smiled warmly and nodded. "Yes honey, it was mommy."

I smiled shyly and replied with the usual I'm fine just a klutz kind of thing. The beautiful brunette extended her hand as an offer to help me from my not so flattering position on the floor. I gladly took her help. She helped me gather my books and introduced herself.

"I'm Ashley." She smiled warmly and stood up with my books in hand.

"I'm Spencer" I replied as I tucked a stray hair behind my ear. I reached awkwardly for my books and thanked her for her help, even though she laughed at me first. She apologized for laughing, playing it off with something like 'You looked like a graceful ballerina, I promise' She definitely had a charm about her, and I wondered if I had made a new friend already.

"Mommy was your first friend at school?" Sophia asked with a mouthful of toast.

"She sure was!" I laughed at the toothy smile I received after I said that.

This Ashley girl stood strong in my mind, and it worried me. I had never really thought about a girl so much, let alone one I had just met. I had always questioned my sexuality, since I was younger and I was definitely attracted to this girl, but I wasn't sure my family would approve. I always masked my attraction to girls, always. The day dragged on, classes went by achingly slow. Finally last class of the day, English. I walked in, not looking forward to anything about this class until I saw sitting in the back row of the class, looking more unenthused than me, --

"MOMMY!" Sophia finished for me. I laughed, she got so into the story and I loved it. I nodded and smirked. I loved that little girl, so much.