Ashley's POV
Monday morning, 7am. Oh how I hate Mondays! I love my job, but every sane human being hates Mondays, it's just a natural thing! Anyway, I guess I'd better introduce myself. My name's Ashley Davies and I am 23 years old. My father, Raife, was a rock star in the band Purple Venom, and I love him- he's my rock. My mother on the other hand, well let's just say she isn't very supportive, or loving for that matter. I own my own record label in LA, it's housed in a huge office building with many other companies, ranging from Science Labs to Sales to Film Producction. I love what I do, music has always been my passion, heck there's never been anything else I was even half-good at. Oh, I'm forgetting one other thing- my room mate, Jen. I've known her since kindergarten, and she's been there with me through everything; school, college and now work. She works in the same building as me, in one of the Science labs; let's just say she's the smartest person I know, she always knows how to solve problems- which has helped me out a lot in the past! Anyway, enough about me...where were we? Ah yes, it's Monday morning and I'm just walking through the doors of the office building, and I'm ready (against my will) to start the day. I step into the elevator and press the button for the 7th floor; just as I do so I see Jen running towards me, and I hold the elevator for her. She slips in, and I press the 4th floor button for her- this has happened many times before, she's always late!
"Hey Ash, thanks...again," she says, smiling.
"No problem, Jen- I'm used to it! How are you anyway?" I ask.
"I'm fine thanks. Well, apart from the fact that Aiden's insisting that I go to some party for work with him tonight," she sighs.
"Oh, I feel your pain! I'd hate to go to one of those." I laugh, knowing how horrible it'll be.
"Well..." Oh no. Please no. Why, Jen? Whyyy?
"I'm not going."
"Yes, you are!"
"But Jen..." I say, clearly not happy with this suggestion.
"No buts! And there might be some hot girls there!" she says with a wink. I roll my eyes.
"Fine," I give up, because I know Jen and there's absolutely no way I'll get out of it.
"Thanks Ash," she says with a smile and strides out of the elevator as we reach her floor.
I guess I'd better explain some more; Aiden is Jen's boyfriend, we met him in college and they instantly clicked- they're great together. Also, Aiden works in the city at a bank, and his manager adores him; hence the parties. Oh, and one other thing. I'm gay, always have been, always will be- and Jen likes to use that to her advantage; i.e. to convince me to go places where there'll be 'hot girls'. This is why my mum isn't supportive; she hasn't been since the day I came out to her, she won't admit it but she doesn't think of me as a daughter now. On the other hand, my dad didn't mind one bit and said that he was glad I wasn't afraid to be myself. Anyway, back to the story!
Monday night, 7pm. I hear a knock at my door, and I know it's Jen coming to pick me up for the party. I quickly apply the finishing touches to my make-up and run downstairs to answer the door. I pick up my handbag, and close the door. Time for the party! I'm being sarcastic, I know this will not be the highlight of my life. The drive isn't very long, and we get out of the car and walk to the door. Did I mention how huge the house is? It's practically a mansion. Well the guy does own a bank I guess.
"Aiden, Jen- how nice to see you again, you look lovely Jen! Who's your friend?" said Aiden's boss in his well-spoken voice.
"Oh, hi, sir, I'm Ashley Davies- nice to meet you," I said holding my hand out for him to take. He did.
"Nice to meet you too Ashley, come on in!"
We walked into the huge house, and if it didn't look extravagant enough from the outside, I'm even more overwhelmed by the inside. He leads to what I guess must be the sitting room, and we're greeted by a fair crowd of people. That's when I see her. Those stunning, twinkling bright blue eyes and that gorgeous, wavy blonde hair. All I can think is, wow. Jen was definitely right! Although this girl wasn't hot, she was more...beautiful. More so than I can even begin to describe. I guess she noticed my, uh...staring, because she sent a soft, knowing smile my way. Whoever this girl is, I have to get to know her!