Hey folks, I'm back and this was basically my first story ever. It's based off the Taylor Swift song by the same title. I may not be a huge fan but damn if the girl doesn't have teenage angst down to a tee.

I posted this story in its entirety on another site but I read through it and it sucked. So, I completely reworked it. I added new scenes, extended old ones, and it just… completely different and hopefully much better. I'll be adding a few chapters a day until it's finished.

Also, I hope you can forgive my lack of updates on Southern Summers. I'm going through mad writers block, not to mention that college is kicking my ass. I'm working on it though! Anyways… I hope you enjoy this.

"God, you are so lucky," My roommate, Erica, gushed as she laid on my bed, watching me get ready for my date. I just grinned and went back to applying my mascara. Erica and I had been best friends since our sophomore year in college and had gotten an apartment together right after college. She was one of those girls that were carelessly gorgeous, with crimson hair that was curly in just the right way and fell down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were this amazing green color that made many people swear that she wore contacts. She was tall and thin like a model but if you were around Erica for more than a few minutes it was easy to see that she ate more in five minutes than most models ate in a year. She was one of my favorite people on Earth, even if I didn't tell her absolutely everything. She didn't know that though, and I wasn't planning on telling her. Some parts of my life didn't need to be dredged up again.

"You keep saying that but it's not like we're going to Paris or anything, just dinner and a play." I laughed; brushing through my hair again to make sure everything was perfect. My boyfriend Hugh would be there in five minutes and I didn't want to keep him waiting. We had been together for nearly a year and everyone in my life loved him. Then again, I'd never met anyone who didn't love him. He was perfect… or just about as close as one person could get. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was from old money and had the manners of a prince. Not only was he funny, humble, and caring but he had great tastes in music and movies. My parents absolutely adored him, as did my brothers. He played every sport there is, was a high powered lawyer, and he was crazy about me. Like I said, he was basically perfect.

The bell rang through our apartment and Erica jumped up to answer the door. Sometimes I swear she was more excited to see him than I was. I wasn't worried about that though, they had become good friends throughout the course of our relationship. I knew that Erica had a small crush on Hugh, but I trusted her and wasn't the jealous type. At least not with Hugh. A few seconds later he came sweeping into my room with a large smile and handed me a single white orchid. They were my favorite flowers and after he found that out he would sometimes surprise me with one or a dozen. I smiled happily and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you baby."

"Anything for my girl," He answered, giving me his ten watt smile. I vaguely remembered being on the receiving end of an even better smile but I pushed that thought away and returned his smile with one of my own. "You look amazing," Hugh complimented, twirling me around to look at me. I had on a simple black cocktail dress and black strappy sandals. We were joining his parents at their country club for dinner and drinks before going to see some play that everyone in LA was raving about.

"Why thank you darling." I said playfully. "Are we ready to go?" He nodded and entwined our fingers before leading me out of the apartment, waving to Erica as we left. She made a crude gesture at me behind his back and I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh. Once we got down the stairs and out into the parking deck he opened the passenger door of his black Range Rover and helped me in before running around to get in himself. I observed him as he drove, wondering to myself why I couldn't make myself fall in love with him. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that little detail? I'd been telling the man that I loved him for about four months now - after he'd initiated it. I'd just felt so bad because he seemed so genuine. And I truly did love Hugh. I just wasn't in love with him. What a cliché line but it was true. He had become one of my best friends but there was no passion. I was just… comfortable.

Girls would kill to be on his arm, and I certainly wasn't blind. Hugh was a gorgeous man. His light brown hair was wavy and fell into his baby blue eyes all the time in an adorable way. He only had one dimple, on his right cheek and his smile was wide and inviting. He stood at 6'3 and had a slim frame but he was filled out in muscle. He wore a tuxedo like it was nothing; but then again he looked fantastic in just about everything. He was always clean shaven but the few times that I had seen him with a five o' clock shadow it had only served to make him more attractive. I had only found a few flaws with the man, but they were stupid things such as his weird fear of rabbits and how he detested the color yellow. He truly was one of the best men that I'd ever known in my life.

"Is something wrong, babe?" He asked me a few minutes later, looking over at me as we stopped at a red light. I put on a fake smile and shook my head 'no'. "Okay," He said softly, kissing the top of my hand which he had reached over to hold. He never pushed anything either, he would just accept whatever I told him. I tried so hard to love him, we were so perfect together. But he wasn't who I was in love with. No, I had to be in love with the one person that didn't care anything about me.

My name is Spencer Carlin and I'm madly in love with Ashley Davies.