I have the perfect life. There's no other way to say it. I grew up in LA with two hippie parents who thought a day at work was gazing at the sun. Not to mention the fact that my Mom was still living off an immense fortune. Needless to say, my childhood and the years thereafter were very…comfortable. I've experienced everything from being prom queen to graduating at the top of my undergraduate class; I own my own record label that produces all the new and upcoming talent in the LA area; and I'm engaged to Aiden Dennison, star point guard for the LA Lakers.

So once again I say, my name is Ashley Davies, and I have the perfect life. The only problem is that I can't stand any of it. I have a fiancée who wants nothing more than to spend every waking moment with me and I can't stand the smell of him. I have parents who come by every Sunday for brunch and never bother me with their own troubles, but I hate to answer the phone when they call. My label just signed three phenomenal bands and I can't work up the energy to get them into the studio and on the streets. I can't do anything. I don't want to do anything.

That's why I'm sitting here in my living room watching The Lion King and crying even though Mufasa died almost twenty minutes ago. I can't help it. The tears just keep on coming. Aiden is at an away game in Atlanta and I left work early because I "felt sick" (notice the quotes there. That means I was lying). Really, I just couldn't look at my desk or my computer or the studio schedule in front of me for another second without killing myself. I'm serious. I was about to take a ball point pen to my throat. So I left.

And now I'm crying for a dead lion. I mean, I'm literally crying over an animated character who could care less about me. He's probably off in lion heaven eating hyena sausage and antelope pudding. Mufasa doesn't need me.

Before I can lunge into another fit of tears over this latest discovery there's a knock at my door. I don't move at first, but after a moment, there's another hard knock. It's probably just David from next door, this little boy who likes to drop by some nights to talk to me. He's a great kid really, really sweet and not afraid to say anything. If I have kids someday I want one just like him.

I pull the door open and my eyes bug out of my skull when instead of David, I'm greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes that I've ever seen. Suddenly I'm aware of the fact that I'm wearing a black sports bra and spongebob pajama bottoms. I wrap my arms around my exposed mid-section and try not to stare too hard at the beauty in front of me.

"I'm so sorry to bother you," she says quickly. "It's just that my car broke down at the end of your block and I've been knocking on doors for fifteen minutes." She stops, expecting me to say something, but I'm too busy gaping at how beautiful she is to even consider speaking. "Thank God you were at home," she says cutely and a huge grin spreads across my face.

"Yeah…thank God," I stammer, stepping aside. I nod for her to come in and she does, taking small steps.

"I don't really live any place close by so I just need to call my brother and see if he'll drive up to get me." She turns to me with a huge smile that spreads across her face and reaches high into her eyes.

"That sounds great," I say smiling right back, and it takes me a moment to remember that she has no idea where my phone is. "Oh, my phone is just inside the next room on the mantle," I say nervously and she nods, crossing into the next room.

As soon as she's out of sight I scream internally. She's beautiful! I immediately pull open the coat closet next to me and pull out my gym bag. I dig around inside it for a moment until I find a cami to throw on. It's red and totally clashes with my yellow pajama bottoms, but before I can look for another, the girl comes right back around the corner.

"You get through?" I ask, and the embarrassed look on her face tells me that she didn't. "It's okay," I say quickly. "You can hang here until you reach someone. It's no problem."

"Really?" she asks and her eyes go wide with surprise. I try my best not to immediately fall into them. "I really don't mean to intrude on your evening. It's just my car died and I left my cell at home this morning like an idiot…"

I interrupt her before she can finish. "Really it's fine. I could actually use a little company right about now." I'm grinning like an idiot now and I can't help it. Just being in the same room as this girl is making my insides dance. I've never felt this way before. We both stand awkwardly for a moment and then she breaks the silence with a nervous giggle.

"So…umm…can I use your bathroom?" she asks, tilting her head adorably and I just smile and nod.

"It's through the living room and at the end of that hall," I say and she just smiles and walks away. She's halfway across the living room before I call after her. "I'm Ashley by the way!"

She turns and flashes the smallest smile. It makes my stomach twist into a million knots. "I'm Spencer."

"Great!" I exclaim and I mentally slap myself. Great? This is already a disaster waiting to happen. I keep smiling until she disappears into the hallway and then I rush to switch the DVD in the player. Who cares about Mufasa now? I've got Spencer.

Spencer has been here for two hours now and we've just been sitting and talking. She's amazing. She has this smile that could melt a polar ice cap and when she laughs it's like the whole room sings. Right now we're sitting on the sofa and she's telling me about her older brother Glen, who sounds like a total ass, but I don't say anything. I like the way her lips moves when she talks way too much. As a matter of fact, she's been doing all of the talking since she arrived. I just sort of smile and nod and drool and love the fact that she's in my house.

"..so yeah we don't let Glen out in public anymore," she finishes with a slight giggle and I just nod once again. She takes a moment to breathe and sips from her glass of water. "So what do you do?" she asks suddenly and it takes me a moment to realize that it's my turn to speak.

"Oh…right. Well, I'm a…I…umm own a record label…'Raife Records'. It's just a small label that promotes local bands."

"Cool," she says softly, and her expression is soft and inviting so I continue.

"Yeah and I live here with my fiancée."

That did it. She's not smiling anymore. She's looking around the room like she just lost something and she's fiddling with the buttons of her shirt. She won't look into my eyes. And I'm too lost in my own thoughts to notice. Aiden! I forgot all about Aiden! While I'm busy mentally slapping myself, Spencer takes another sip of her water and stands.

"I should go," she starts but I'm quick to stop her. I stand too.

"No. Stay. Really, it's already late and your brother isn't answering. I mean where are you going to sleep? In your car?" She hesitates and I take a chance and put a hand on her arm. "Really Spence. Stay." She doesn't say anything for a while because she's too busy staring at my hand on her arm. I think about pulling it away but stop when she looks up at me. Her eyes are dark with something that I can't quite place and I feel like she's seeing something in me that I never knew existed.

"Okay," she says so softly that I'm not sure I heard her. I lean in a small fraction and she lunges forward and kisses me awkwardly on the lips. I drop my hand and immediately step back, my lips burning. Spencer's eyes go wide with fear and she brings a hand to her chest dramatically. "God! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that! I'm just really tired and kind of delirious….and you're really pretty…. And… I got a little ahead of myself. That's it! I got a little ahead of myself…"

Spencer continues rambling and not looking at me but all that I can think about is the fact that she just kissed me and in that one nanosecond, my whole world shifted. I'm not thinking about my parents, or Aiden, or even Mufasa anymore. I'm just thinking about Spencer's lips and how much I want to feel them again. Before she can begin another jumbled explanation I grab her by the belt loops, pull her into me, and crash her lips into mine. She doesn't respond at first, but then she smiles into the kiss, wrapping two arms around my neck. We melt into one another and this feeling is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's like I'm a kissing a total stranger that I've known my whole life. It's like we're a part of each other. She drags her tongue across my bottom lip and I open my mouth instinctively, pushing my tongue out to meet hers. She takes control of the kiss, pulling my hips into hers, and biting down on my lips roughly. A soft moan escapes my lips and she just kisses me harder.

We probably would have kissed forever if we didn't need to breathe. When we pull apart we both gasp, our foreheads resting against one another.

"Wow," Spencer whispers, with her eyes still closed.

I smile and kissed her nose. "Like I said…just stay the night."

Spencer looks up at this and I can tell that she was searching me for something. I don't know what, but I know that I can stare into her eyes for an eternity. I lift a hand and run my fingers through her golden hair, just wanting her to feel at least an inkling of all the emotions running through me. She is driving me wild.

"Okay," she says still peering deep into my eyes. "I'll stay,"

I tighten my grip about her waist and smile a wide grin. I can't see anything beyond those ocean-blue eyes.