Hello all starting up this new fanfic and for those who read Cling To Me by l. 09 like a couple years ago sorry for bailing out but for those who haven't I hope you enjoy this fic about our favorite couple :D Also all my chapters are titled after songs I listened to while writing that I felt was relevant to the situation so this is Not With You by Tegan and Sara. Enjoy...


"Wake the fuck up!"

I awoke to Tyler yelling, her slender frame moved frantically around my room trying to make enough noise to rouse me out of my queen sized bed. Yeah, tough luck.

"Someone never learned to use their indoor voice." I rasp before putting the covers over my head.

"Come on Ashley enough games get your ass up."

"Look whatever you have planned for today count me out."

"Get the hell up and put some god damn clothes on."

I really don't know how she got me out of bed and dressed, but she did and here I was hand in hand watching the sunset on the beach. Everything that happened, everything that she said less than twelve hours ago was completely forgotten all the tears and pain of yesterday was obliterated from her mind. My heart was slowly ripping in two and I was holding hands with the one who caused it, I loosened my grip.

"I love you." Tyler muttered.

Turning to face her I lost my train of thought, Tyler was gorgeous her dark brown curls fell over her forest green eyes catching the setting sun. Her tank top hung loosely showing the little bit of cleavage she had which I peeked at because well I couldn't help myself.

"Don't do that." Tyler added after I hadn't responded.

"Do what?"

"Bite your lip like that." Tyler smiled showing off her perfectly aligned white teeth, with that smile she usually got away with everything and I almost fell for it.

"I should go." With that I grabbed my backpack and left her alone on the beach. I never thought I would do it but I was walking away from her, from the pain, from Tyler.

ONE YEAR LATER

"Earth to Ashley." Aiden waved a hand inches from my face.

"Oh, sorry what happened?"

"Pride," Carmen laughed "Plans for pride if you're even going at all."

"Oh,"

"Hey, are you alright?" Aiden put his hand over mine and gave it a tight squeeze.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So where's Kayla again?"

"She's shopping with Madison for tomorrow."

"Why are they even buying clothes for tomorrow when they're not even gay?" Carmen asked picking at her sweater.

"I don't know you girls find any little reason to shop."

"That's true." I laughed ruffling Aiden short brown hair.

"So the plan is set, meet here tomorrow morning." Aiden reminded for the hundredth time.

"Yes, Aiden we know you only said it a thousand times." Carmen groaned "see you guys tomorrow." She waved before running to catch the bus.

"Just wanted to remind you?" Aiden cried out. "Please Ashley don't be late or I swear I'm leaving without you."

I'll be here." I sighed pulling on my aviators and driving off.

Going home at night was my least favorite thing in the world next to waking up in the morning. It also didn't help that my mother isn't all that motherly, always on a "business trip" leaving me with no type of guidance in the world. However, I do have my half-sister who only lives across the expansive mansion we live in but she doesn't really need me ragging on about how fucked up I made life for myself.

Flinging myself on the couch that sat in the corner of my bedroom, the same couch Tyler and I would collapse onto after a wild night out in a tangled heap of limbs.

No don't think about it, we've climbed over that obstacle and beside you're better off without her.

Who am I kidding? It's a Friday night and I'm stuck at home feeling sorry for myself.

You'd probably be doing the same while Tyler was off "working"

Yeah, but at least I have someone to wait up for.

Your relationship with her wasn't all that perfect.

That's true a relationship with Tyler was like doing a brain surgery with a plastic fork. I spent three years poking at her seeing how she ticked and nothing she was completely out of it. I mean I had girls throwing themselves at me along with some occasional guys for god sakes I'm Ashley Davies daughter of rock star legend Raife Davies.

Rest in peace Dad.

Yet I fell for the one who played me for kicks. This was getting tiring.

Let's just forget about her and tomorrow we'll find a sexual adventure and forget Tyler ever existed. Fuck Tyler.

"Fuck her," I state reaching for the orange container prescribed to my long forgotten mother, pouring several in my hand before washing it down my good friend Jack.