so i have this myspace. and no, it isnt my rl one. its a south roleplay account. and i thought that my story on there would make a perfect fan fic. i wont tell you who i am on the roleplay account. maybe if i get some good feedback in the next couple of chapters, ill spill. but as of right now the POV is of Spencer's.

i hope you enjoy this, and remember, a satisfied reader makes a satisfied writer. reviews feed me soul. (:

The park was confusing, there were three fountains with a map on them, and everyone said "you are here". question is, where the hell is here? I just got back from the previous appointment., the guy was old,…hairy, didn't smell all that great either. He was rough, it was pleasant, he liked…things to be done that I normally charged extra for. Lost in thought I felt something hook under my foot, and I tumbled to the ground. I hear a gasp, and a shift in the soft grass. My head hurt and the gently flicker of the green ,flecks on my face made me slightly sleepy.

"are you okay?" a rich husky voice floated through my ears and it relaxed me even more.

"shit, did I kill her?" the voice was more panicked this time and I had to smile. I shifted up and sat up with a little struggle. "im okay." I said weakly.

I looked up to see my 'attacker' and almost gasped myself. The girls hair floated in the soft wind and it wisped across her face slightly. Her eyes were a light honey and I could've sworn they turned a shade darker when I made eye contact. Her face was flawless and her skin color was just off of chalk white.

An extended hand grasped my own and pulled me to my feet effortlessly. "im so sorry, sometimes when I play my guitar I just get so lost in it…are you okay?" she asked again, a little more quietly this time.

I nod. "yeah -no, im sorry. Ha, I just got lost as well. Im sure not the same kind of lost as you were though. Mine doesn't seem to be as relaxing." I ramble on. She smiles, and her nose wrinkles into small ripples. I look down and I notice our still linked hands.

Clearing her throat she lets my hand drop. A little harshly if I may add. Another wind comes and I see her nostrils flare. do I smell bad? I wonder. She smiles again a little softer and touches my arm.

"well, to be fair, would you like me to show you around?" she giggles. Cutely.

I swallow and shake my head. Being seen around here with me probably wouldn't help her status any.

"why wouldn't it?" she asks. Did I just say that out loud?

"um.." I cough. "well because im just not the best person.

she smile's and looks down. "I'll tell you what…let's just go back to my place and get to know each other...and tonight, we will go out and have some fun...there's no way of embarrassing me...I can take it more then you know. Trust me...what do you say?" she looks at me with puppy eyes.

I look at her and tilt my head before nodding. "okay. Lets do it." my excitement showing more then I wanted it too.

She smiles and motions to her car that was sitting in the parking lot. Since when was there an exit there? Jesus this park was like a zoo.

The car ride was short, filled with songs being song by Ashley, and what ever singer was playing in her cd player. Honestly, she was better then the proffesional playing in her car.

A random smile played on her lips and she turned into a long driveway. When pulling into a small parking lot, my jaw dropped. Her house was huge! It was a mansion.

She must of seen my face because she rolled her eyes.

"don't judge a book by its cover. The outside may be nice, but the people in it couldn't be more bitchy." Wait…does that mean she's bitchy?

"and no, that doesn't include me." I grin and she opens the door to her house for me.

The inside was red oak…A Victorian theme. And before I could see anything else, she dragged me up the stairs and to her room. Im being dragged to a bedroom, by a complete stranger, whose name was never told...deja vu much?

"im Ashley by the way." she smiled and pushed me through the doors was what looked like her bedroom.

"Spencer" I replied, "your room is absolutely awesome." I gushed.

She chuckled with a cute smirk. "mi casa es su casa " she dropped to her bed, back first.

"tell me about your self." I say and take a seat beside her head my fingers fiddling with eachother nervously and my eyes adverted.

"first my name is Davies, Ashley Davies" she laughs.

"I love music and I don't care about what other people think about me...there's always more then what meets the eye…I'm very trustable so instead of dancing around the subject just tell me what's on your mind, I won't think any different of you." she touches my hand. "I promise." was added.

How did she know that I was slightly uncomfortable? That I was dazing in and out of my thoughts. My face. I was always told that I was easy to read.

I take a deep breath, you know the kind. Where your about to share something so personal to a complete stranger…but you feel at ease because…well, there a stranger.

"im a prostitute." I whisper before standing up and heading for the door.

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