Chapter One
Spencer Carlin lived with her family at the Wright-Patterson Air Force base in Fairborn, Ohio, where her father, Captain Arthur David Carlin, an officer, was stationed. He came home late for dinner one evening and handed the young teen a cd.
"I don't know what this Ashley girl is all about," he said, "but she must be something special. I stood in line with half the Air Force at Woodsy's Music to get this for you; everybody wants it."
Like almost every other kid in America, Spencer liked Ashley but not as fanatically as many of her friends at Baker Junior High school. They all had Ashley T-shirts and Ashley Hats and even lipsticks in colors with names like Dangerous Davies red. Ashley was everywhere, on magazine covers and in newspaper articles, on the internet and posters.
The first time the young blonde had actually seen Ashley perform was on television. The young rocker was so sexy, with her deep chocolate brown eyes, kissable lips, and raspy voice. Spencer had gazed on amazed as Ashley strutted out to the microphone, smirked and strummed her guitar as she moved her body with unbridled sexuality. Despite herself, Spencer was attracted to the young rocker.
One time, just out of curiosity, Spencer picked up a magazine with Ashley on the cover. When she opened it, she was shocked to see a picture of Ashley signing the bare chests of a couple of girls. Of course, Ashley had been very public with her homosexuality, but, actually seeing her in the act of her being openly flirtatious with women baffled little thirteen year old Spencer.
Some members of Ashley's adult audience were less enthusiastic. They labeled her performances obscene. Paula, Spencer's mom stated empathetically that Ashley was "a bad influence for teenagers. She arouses things in them that shouldn't be aroused."
Small and petite, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and an adorable smile, Spencer had always been stared at by the other students. At first girls saw her as a rival, afraid she'd take their boyfriends away. The young blonde always seemed to feel more comfortable with boys and they were usually friendlier.
Glen her brother was the oldest at eighteen, it was his responsibility to help Paula with the kids. After Glen was Spencer at fifteen and after her was their younger sister, Samantha or, Sammy as the family calls her, at only seven.
Arthur was the strong, handsome father who was the center of the Carlin world. At home he ran a tight ship. He was a firm believer in discipline and responsibility. He and Spencer frequently knocked heads. When the young blonde had become a cheerleader at thirteen, it was all she could to do to convince him to let her go to out-of-town games. Other times no amount of crying, pleading, or appealing to her mother would change his mind. When Arthur Carlin made up his mind that was that, no questions asked.
Spencer loved Ohio; there was no other place in the world she'd rather live. The weather was just right, she had the perfect friends, and she was even voted the most popular girl out of her whole eighth grade class. She felt like she had finally found a place where she was accepted.
Unfortunately, the young teen was soon to find out that her newly found tranquility was about to end abruptly.
It was dinner time, and the Carlin family sat around the table contently eating dinner in their usual comfortable silence. Suddenly Arthur cleared his throat, immediately gaining the family's attention.
"I have an announcement to make," he started glancing at Paula who gave him an encouraging nod to continue. "Um, I have been transferred to Wiesbaden, West Germany. We're going to be moving there as soon as you guys are out of school."
Spencer immediately rose from her chair, "What, that's not fair," she yelled with anger blazing in her usually composed blue eyes.
"Yeah," Glen spoke just as harshly. "What about basketball?"
"You can play basketball at your new high school," Arthur assured.
Samantha, oblivious to what was going on, continued to eat her dinner and listen to her favorite Hannah Montana songs through her iPod.
Arthur saw this and took the device away from her, "Samantha you know you're not supposed to bring this to the dinner table," he scolded.
Sammy pouted and crossed her arms, she didn't know what her siblings were mad at, but now she was pissed as well.
Spencer sighed, "What am I going to do about my friends?"
Paula stood and set a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Honey, your father's in the Air Force, moving is an unavoidable part of our lives," she said sympathetically.
That's not the first time Spencer had heard that.
So, the young teen finished her eighth grade year and the family said their goodbyes to neighbors and good friends. Everyone promised to email or call, but going on past promises they all knew better.
Spencer's friend Angela had told her Ashley Davies was touring Europe and she would be staying in a rented house in Bad Neuhiem, West Germany. Both of them schemed over a world map. To their surprise they found Bad Neuhiem was pretty close to Wiesbaden.
"Do you believe it? You're going to be in the same country as Ashley Davies," Angela screeched, playfully nudging Spencer in the shoulder.
The young blonde giggled lightly shaking her head, "Yeah, I'm going over there to meet Ashley." She joked rolling her eyes playfully.
"Hey, you never know, it could happen," her friend replied with a smile.
Spencer rolled her eyes; "sure," she dragged out sarcastically.
"So," Angela began as all traces of laughter left her voice. "When are you going to tell your parents?" She questioned uneasy.
The young blonde in turn, looked at her confused, "Tell my parents what?"
"You know, that you're … gay," her friend finished awkwardly.
Spencer shook her head, "I can't, or at least not yet, I'm not even sure if I am," she stuttered uncomfortably. "I mean, I haven't even had my first kiss yet. How am I supposed to know I don't like boys? I mean I think boys are attractive too... I think."
Angela shrugged, "I don't know, maybe you like both."
"Maybe," the young blonde whispered unsure.
"Spencer it's time to go," Arthur called.
"Okay," Spencer yelled back before turning to Angela. "I'm gonna miss you," she said throwing her arms around her friend.
"Ditto," Angela replied giving her a squeeze.
Spencer released the hug and they said their goodbyes for the last time.
The fifteen-hour flight to West Germany seemed in terminable, but finally the Carlin's arrived in the beautiful old city of Wiesbaden, headquarters of the U.S. Air Force in Europe. From there they were lucky to find a larger apartment in a vintage building constructed long before World War I.
September came and with it, school. Once again Spencer was the new girl. She was no longer popular and secure as she had been at Baker.
She and her brother did manage to find one cool place to hang out called the Hawk Club. That was where American Service families went for dinner and entertainment. It was within walking distance of their apartment and it helped pass the time by.
Every day after school, she would go to the snack bar at the club, listen to music and write letters to her friends back home in Ohio, telling them how much she missed them. Drowning in tears, Spencer would spend most of her time reminiscing about the past.
One afternoon, the young teen was sitting with her brother when she noticed a handsome man, around twenty, staring at her. He had dark brown hair and the most gorgeous green eyes she'd ever seen. If she didn't know any better she'd say he kind of resembled the Ashley Davies herself. He flashed Spencer a smile and slowly made his way over to the Carlin siblings.
"Do you know this guy," Glen asked prepared to protect his little sister.
"Nope," the young blonde replied with a shrug. "He's coming over here."
The green eyed man stood in front of them. "Hi, I'm Aiden," he announced offering Spencer his hand.
The young blonde politely shook his hand, "I'm Spencer and this is my older brother Glen."
Glen gave Aiden a courteous nod of the head eyed him somewhat suspiciously.
"So," Aiden started, "where in the states you guys come from?"
"Oh," Spencer began. "We just moved from Ohio, I miss it there," she finished with a sigh as she sadly looked down at her hands.
"Do you guys like it here in Germany," Aiden asked raising an inquiring eyebrow.
Glen let out a quick humorless laugh, "let's just say it's a lot different here in Germany then it is in good old Ohio. I mean it snows in Ohio too, but it's freaking freezing here."
Aiden chuckled lightly, "Yeah it is. So, Spencer, do you happen to like the singer Ashley Davies?"
"Of course," she answered enthusiastically. "Who doesn't?"
"Yeah, I know stupid question," Aiden said with a smile, "Well, I'm her cousin, and we like to hang out with our buddies a lot at our rental house. How would you like to join us one evening?"
Glen and Spencer's eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. Aiden chuckled. He had grown accustomed to this kind of reaction whenever he would mention his cousin.
"I'd have to um," Spencer stuttered, "talk to my parents first."
"Cool," Aiden nodded nonchalantly before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card, "here's my cell number, just call and tell me what your parents decide."
The young blonde took the card in a daze, and then mechanically nodded her head.
With that being done, Aiden smiled and gave the Carlins a quick nod of acknowledgment before making his way out of the bar with a satisfied smile.
Glen turned to his sister with wide eyes, "Is he serious?"
Spencer shook her head while shrugging her shoulders, "I have no idea … I guess there's only one way to find out." She whispered turning the card over in her hand.
So over the course of the week, Aiden met up with Spencer's parents and persuaded them into letting her go. Arthur wasn't so fond of the whole situation but after, Aiden mentioned his dad was in the Air Force also, that seemed to break the ice. Aiden had to assure Arthur though that Spencer would be well chaperoned when she visited Ashley.
On the appointed night the young teen tore through her closet, trying to find the appropriate outfit. Nothing seemed dressy enough for meeting Ashley Davies. Finally she settled on a light pink sweater, tight jean capris complete with her new white Converse sneakers.
Eight o'clock finally arrived, and so did Aiden and his attractive girlfriend Susan. Anxious, Spencer hardly spoke to either of them during the forty-five minute drive. They entered the small town of Bad Neuhiem, with its narrow cobblestone streets and plain, old-fashioned houses.
The young blonde looked out the window and frowned, she kept looking around for what she assumed would be Ashley's huge mansion. Instead Aiden pulled up to an ordinary-looking three-story house surrounded by a white picket fence.
"Here we are," he announced getting out of the car with Susan following behind him.
Spencer took in a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. It didn't work. She sighed and slowly made her way out of the car.
There was a sign on the gate in German, which translated to: AUTOGRAPHS BETWEEN 7:00 AND 8:00 P.M. ONLY. It was around eight thirty but a large group of friendly German girls waited around expectantly regardless of the time.
Spencer looked at the girls inquisitively before turning to Aiden, "is there always this many girls out here," she asked.
Aiden shook his head and chuckled, "there's always large groups of fans outside of wherever Ashley goes."
Spencer nodded in understanding before she followed Aiden through the gate and up the short pathway to the door. Aiden rang the door bell and they all waited patiently. When the door finally opened they were greeted by a woman in a business suit who looked a lot like, Ashley. She had the same dark brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and was slightly shorter than Aiden.
So far from what Spencer could tell, this was looking to be one well groomed family.
"Hello Aiden," the woman welcomed in a monotone voice.
"What's up Aunt Christine," Aiden answered before pointing in Spencer's direction, "Aunt Christine this is Spencer, Spencer this is Christine Davies, Ashley's mom."
Spencer politely stuck her hand out in greeting, "it's nice to meet you Ms. Davies."
Christine, in turn, sized the young blonde up refusing to shake her hand. "Oh great," she started sarcastically. "Just what Ashley needs another plaything," she scolded.
Aiden shot his aunt a disapproving look, "Spencer is not like that," he stated in the teen's defense. "I invited her over here just to meet Ashley and hang out."
Christine rolled her eyes, "whatever," she muttered before she turned around. "Follow me," she commanded tightly as she gestured as they quickly followed behind her.
Spencer glared at the older brunette's back as she silently trailed behind her. The young blonde, having been brought up in a sheltered cozy world, truthfully had no idea what a plaything was. Although she could tell, judging by Christine's face, a plaything couldn't be good at all.
As they all walked down the long hallway soft sounds from the radio and the chattering of people became apparent as they rounded the corner to their destination.
The plain, almost drab living room was filled with people, drinking, laughing, and having a good time. Spencer let her eyes wander around the room, until she spotted Ashley.
The rock princess was even more beautiful than she appeared on TV; she seemed younger and more vulnerable-looking. Ashley was decked out in a white tank top with her trademark tight ripped black pants, and matching mini jean jacket. The brunette sat casually with one leg swung over the arm of a large overstuffed chair and a cigarette carelessly dangling from her lips.
Spencer, too caught up in staring at Ashley, was a little bit startled when she felt Aiden's large hand gently push her towards the celebrity.
Ashley, noticing movement out of the corner of her eye, turned to see the most stunningly beautiful blue eyes staring back at her. Unconsciously, the brunette removed the now forgotten cigarette from her mouth and blindly set it in a nearby ash tray, never taking her brown eyes away from this heaven sent woman.
Now would be a good time to queue the rising lovey dovey orchestra music.
The brunette stood up and put on her most charming smile instantly making Spencer blush from her blonde roots to her tiny toes.
"Wow," Ashley gushed, bluntly eyeing the young teen up and down appreciatively, making Spencer's whole body in turn flush with heat as the brown eyes happily roamed her body.
"Ashley," Aiden started, only briefly stopping Ashley's eyes from wandering as she cast him a side glance. "This is Spencer Carlin. The girl I had told you about."
The brunette took hold of the shell shocked young teen's hand and gently gave the back of it a light kiss. Never daring to take her eyes off of Spencer's, she breathed out, "I'm Ashley Davies."
Aiden rolled his eyes at his cousin's theatrical greeting. But, nonetheless he smiled as he silently walked away from the couple. His work was done here for now.
Spencer, finally snapping out of her daze, nodded shyly as she felt her cheeks, once again, heat up. It's not like she chose to remain silent, she really wanted to say something, anything, hell "Hi" or "Hello" would've worked but, she couldn't, the young blonde just kept on staring at the rock star feeling like a helpless idiot.
Ashley, having recovered from her own dream land, took hold of Spencer's other hand and slowly tugged the young teen towards a nearby love seat, "Come sit down with me," the rocker commanded lightly.
Reluctantly, once they settled on the couch, Ashley let go of Spencer hands. Both of their bodies immediately started to tingle, missing the short lived contact.
"So Spencer," Ashley began, as she secretively rubbed her nerve stricken sweaty palms on her pant legs. "Do you go to school?"
Spencer nodded, "Yes, I do."
"What are you, about a junior or senior in high school," the rock star asked pushing for more details.
The young teen tried, in vain; to hold back the blush that she could feel creeping up on her, but it was too late as it had already taken residence on her face once again.
"Well," the brunette persisted. "Are you a junior or senior?"
Spencer looked down at her hands and whispered, "I'm um … I'm a freshman actually."
Ashley's eyebrow's pushed together lightly in a confused frown, "A freshman in college," she questioned, in puzzlement.
The young blonde shook her head, "No, I'm in the ninth grade," she corrected softly.
"No way, you're only in the ninth grade," Ashley affirmed, getting only a shy nod in response. The rock star absorbed this information and felt a playful smile tug at her lips. "You're kidding me right," she joked.
"No," Spencer replied with a light frown.
"Doesn't that technically make you a baby," Ashley laughed.
Okay, that pissed Spencer off, nobody laughed at her. NOBODY! The young blonde didn't care if you were the infamous Ashley Davies, or even the President, she refused to be made a joke of.
"Stop laughing at me," Spencer yelled hopping out of her seat so she stood over Ashley. "If I had known you were going to act like a jerk, I would've stayed home," the young teen shouted, instantaneously stopping the brunette's laughter.
Ashley stared up at the steaming blonde with amazement. Nobody's ever yelled at her like that before, ever, not even her own parents.
Spencer wasn't aware, until after a few moments of silence that she had now become the center of everyone's attention. The young blonde chanced a quick glance around the room and noted all of their surprised looks.
Unceremoniously, Spencer let out a nervous chuckle and quickly took back her previous seating spot, looked down at her hands, and prayed that if God loved her enough, he would make her disappear.
Ashley, aware of the young teen's discomfort, cleared her throat and put on a feeble smile for her colleagues, "Well, now we all know that Spencer Carlin takes no shit, even if you are the Princess of Rock," she quipped earning a hardy round of laughs from everybody including the young teen.
Suddenly, the tense environment was back to its normal state as people carried on with their business. Any kind of resentment Spencer had towards Ashley melted away.
"I'm sorry," the rock star apologized returning her attention back to Spencer. "I didn't mean to offend you but, you're so young, and you look so … mature for your age, you must be what … fifteen?"
"I just turned fifteen before we moved out here," Spencer answered.
Ashley nodded, "Yeah, Aiden had told me you had just moved from … Ohio right?"
Spencer nodded, her eyes taking on a sad, wistful, look at the mention of her old home state.
The rock star noticed the change in the young blonde's eyes, "You miss it there huh?"
"Yeah I do," she answered looking down.
Ashley, unable to contain herself any longer, gently brushed her thumb across Spencer's soft cheek, "You're so beautiful Spencer," she whispered. "You're like a little angel."
And with those words came another blush.
The rock star chuckled in amusement as she watched Spencer's skin turn a bright pink right under her thumb, "I also think," Ashley continued. "Your blush is the cutest thing I've ever seen."
Spencer groaned and buried her red face in her hands. The rock star laughed lightly and pried the young teen's hands away, breaking Spencer's makeshift blush guard, forcing her to look into Ashley's eyes.
"Don't you ever hide that adorable little face from me," the rock star whispered with a breathtaking smile.
Spencer returned the smile and then just as quietly whispered, "Okay."
Without another word being said, Ashley winked and rose from her seat. Spencer watched entranced as the young rocker made her way over to a white baby grand piano that stood in the center of the room.
Silence suddenly engulfed the room as Ashley took a seat on the stool. Everyone's eyes became riveted on the brunette as she began to entertain everybody.
Ashley settled her fingers on the appropriate keys before she started to sing, Jerry Butler's classic hit love song, 'Let it be me.' Of course she put her own spin on it modernizing the tune.
As she sang Spencer became aware of something, Ashley was trying to get her attention. The young blonde noticed that the less response she showed, the more the brunette began singing just for her.
Spencer couldn't believe it; Ashley Davies was trying to impress her! Yep, you guessed it, there's a full on happy dance going on in her head right now.
When the young rocker ended the song she flashed everyone a smile as they applauded and cheered for her.
Well, everyone that is except … Spencer, she was too nervous to do anything. The young blonde glanced around the room and saw an intimidating life-size poster of the half-nude supermodel, Madison Duarte on the wall.
Madison was the last person Spencer wanted to see, with her fulsome body, pouting lips, and wild mane of tousled hair. Imagining Ashley's taste in women, the blonde suddenly felt very young and out of place.
"Spencer?"
The young blonde jumped startled, turning around to see Ashley wearing an amused smirk on her face. "Oh my God you scared the crap out of me," the young teen gasped bringing her hand up to cover her quickly beating heart.
"Sorry," Ashley said with an apologetic smile, "I noticed you were looking at the poster. You're not a big Madison Duarte fan I take it."
Spencer shook her head, "I just don't get what all the fuss is about her, she doesn't seem that special to me. All she has is a … hot body."
Ashley's eyebrows rose in surprise, "That is the fuss," the brunette husked with a somewhat slick grin as she looked at the poster with glazed over eyes.
Spencer sighed sadly and looked down. Would Ashley see her as a Madison ever? Who'd be attracted to a fifteen year old girl from Ohio?
Ashley, noticing the sudden silence, turned to look at the young blonde who refused to make eye contact with her. The young rocker silently got down on her knees in front of Spencer.
"Hey, look at me," Ashley whispered gently whisking some of the young teen's loose blonde hairs behind her ear. Spencer shyly looked at her expectantly.
"If it means anything," the young rocker continued. "I think your way more beautiful then Madison; you're probably a lot smarter too. Y'know what they say about models, their body may be rocking but they've got nothing in the noggin," she joked earning a small laugh from the blonde.
Ashley smiled happy to see the young teen comfortable again. The brunette stood up and took hold of Spencer's hand and led them towards the kitchen, "C'mon beautiful, let's get something to eat."
They stepped into the kitchen where they were greeted by Ashley's sister Kyla, Aiden, and her grandmother Carol, who stood by the stove, cooking up dinner. The two of them joined everyone at the table, where the brunette reluctantly let go of Spencer's hand.
"Spencer, this is my younger sister Kyla, and my grandma Carol, everyone this is Spencer Carlin she just moved from Ohio," Ashley said introducing everybody.
Everyone smiled and then gave the young teen a warm 'hello.'
"It's nice to meet you Spencer," Kyla welcomed with a cheeky smile. Spencer returned the smile. Kyla looked to be around the same age as her.
"So, how have you two been getting along," Aiden asked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively towards his cousin.
"We've been getting along great Elmer's," Ashley replied flashing Spencer a flirtatious smile.
Spencer frowned at the nickname, "Wait, why's his name Elmer's," the young teen questioned looking around the table for an answer.
Kyla chuckled as Aiden glared at Ashley from across the table. The young rocker nonchalantly returned his fiery look with a mischievous smile.
"Well," Ashley began turning towards Spencer.
"Ash, don't," Aiden half warned half whined.
Ashley ignored him. "Well, it all started in the first grade. We had just got back from playing on the playground, and I was thirsty. I noticed my dear cousin here had a juicer in his knapsack. So, being family, I figured he'd be willing to share and let me have a little sip….
Just as five year old Ashley raised the juicer up to her mouth to take a drink, bam; a tiny hand came and snatched the cup from her.
Ashley frowned and turned toward her fuming cousin, "Aiden gimme some," she whined reaching for the cup desperately.
"No," Aiden yelled in disgust. "Girls have cooties!"
Ashley's big brown eyes filled with anger, "Do not! Boys have cooties!"
"No, if you were a boy I'd let you have a sip but you can't, cause you're not," he taunted before he tossed his drink back in his knapsack, and tucked his bag safely into his cubby. He glared at his cousin once more before walking away.
Suddenly, the teacher came up to Ashley and grabbed her hand guiding her towards the table with the other kids, "C'mon Ashley it's time for arts and crafts."
Ashley sighed and took hold of her liquid Elmer's glue, when all of a sudden a spark of genius struck her. With a mischievous smile she discreetly snuck the glue bottle into her pocket.
She wiped the smile off her face and slowly made her way over to her teacher, and tugged on her hand, "I gotta go potty," she said sticking her lip out and scrunching her eyes as if she was about to cry.
The teacher patted her little head, "Okay take a pass and hurry back okay Ashley."
"Okay, Ms. McKenzie," she agreed before running to grab the potty pass. With an evil cackle she snuck around the corner and towards her cousin's cubby. Her vindictive little hands quietly opened his knapsack and found the juicer.
She smiled and downed the whole thing within a matter of ten seconds. Yeah, this little one was thirsty.
After emptying it of all its contents she pulled out her glue bottle and filled the juicer all the way to the top. This was gonna be good.
When everything was set back precisely the way it was before, she walked back into the classroom with a content smile.
"Alright kids go get your lunch boxes it's lunch time," the teacher announced to everyone.
Aiden quickly ran to get his lunch box. He couldn't wait to gulp down his juice in front of his cousin. Just to rub it in her face.
Ashley silently followed behind him with the most evil smile on her face.
Aiden whipped out his juicer and took a big swallow. About mid chug his eyes widened in surprise and he removed the juicer from his lips. Frowning at the bottle he tilted his head in confusion.
Ashley chuckled silently and waited for the explosion … that never came. To her surprise Aiden smiled and chugged the whole thing down.
He tossed the bottle in the trash before letting out a satisfied burp, "Wow they must have changed the flavor or something because that tasted awesome!"
Ashley's little eyebrows rose in amazement, before her whole body shook with laughter, "Oh my gosh Aiden your stupid!"
Aiden frowned at his cousin and was about to respond when he suddenly noticed he couldn't open his mouth. "mmm … mmmly!" He yelled pointing towards his sealed lips.
Ashley froze looking at his mouth with wide brown eyes before she busted up laughing even harder.
"Thus, from that day on we called him Elmer's," Ashley chuckled giving Aiden a playful rambunctious slap on the shoulder.
The whole table burst out laughing as Aiden shook his head angrily, "Yeah, you all laugh it up but in my defense it tasted like the juice that was in there."
"Sure," Kyla dragged out sarcastically.
"Well, I learned one thing from that day, never deprive Ashley of anything, she always gets what she wants even if you do say no," Aiden emphasized pointing towards the young rocker.
Kyla nodded, "Yeah that goes for women also, right Ash?"
Ashley didn't answer; she wasn't paying attention to what either of them was saying. She was too busy basking in Spencer's beautiful laugh, smile and her gorgeous blue eyes.
The brunette felt a lop-sided smile growing on her face as she involuntarily whispered, "I love your laugh Spencer."
Kyla bent over the table and pinched her sister's cheek hard, "Aw, looks like wittle Ashy's in wuv," she cooed as Ashley jerked her head away.
The young rocker glared at her sister as she felt a light blush form on her tanned cheeks, "Shut up Kyla, before I tell Elmer's what you did to his underwear," Ashley growled.
Aiden's eyebrows shot up as he gave Kyla a questioning look, "What exactly did you do to my underwear Ky?"
Kyla slowly rose from her seat and shrugged helplessly, "How was I supposed to know you don't toss a pink shirt in the washer with the whites," she said before she quickly dashed out of the kitchen.
Aiden swiftly followed behind her, "Kyla get back here!"
"Hey," Carol yelled after them. "No, running in the house, you can fall and break something!"
As if on cue, two muffled voices from the other room replied, "Sorry Grandma!"
Ashley, finally glad the two disruptions were gone, turned back to Spencer and chuckled nervously, "Some family I've got here huh?"
Spencer nodded with a big smile, "Yes, it's nice though, they're a lot more entertaining than my family at home."
Carol came over and sat a dinner plate in front of her granddaughter. Ashley smiled adoringly up at her and kissed her grandmother on the cheek.
The older Davies turned towards Spencer with a gentle smile, "Honey, are you hungry at all," she asked caringly.
The young blonde shook her head, "No, ma'am I'm not right now but, thank you."
Carol waved her hand in mock disgust, "Call me grandma sweetie, everybody else does," she said patting Spencer's shoulder affectionately before she quietly left the room leaving the two girls alone.
Spencer liked Carol, just being around her made you feel like you were a part of the family. Not to mention that Carol too, like the other Davies, was gorgeous. The older Davies had dark gray hair and was a little under Kyla's height. Unlike Ashley though, she had green eyes like Aiden. You could tell by just looking at her that this woman had nothing to offer you but comfort and love.
The young blonde watched as Ashley smiled after her grandma, "She's amazing isn't she? I love her so much, and she's always been there for us," the rocker stated.
Spencer grinned, loving this soft side of Ashley, "Yeah, she seems like a really sweet lady," the blonde commented.
Ashley nodded in agreement, "Y'know you're like the first girl I've met from the States in a long time," the brunette said, as she began devouring her meal. "So, what are you guys listening to back home?"
"Are you kidding me," Spencer asked laughing. "Everyone listens to you!"
Ashley seemed unconvinced, "Thanks, but what about that new band that's out there, 'Eyes Wide Open', and that other group 'Here for Now'?"
"Well yeah there good but, not as good as you," Spencer said a little confused at what the young rocker was trying to get at.
Ashley sighed setting down her fork, "It's just I'm kind of worried about how my fans will accept me when I go back home. I mean four months away from the States is a long time. But, my manager Mark knows that I have a lot of fans here that are complaining about how I never really make any appearances overseas, so he decided a tour was in order. Now, here I am. At least I recorded five singles before I left, that's something."
Spencer nodded, and then looked towards the doorway when she heard Aiden walking in.
"Um Ash," he said pointing towards his watch. "It's getting late and Mr. Carlin wanted Spencer home before her curfew."
Spencer held back a disappointed sigh as she looked down at her hands sadly. The young teen was dreading this moment; the evening had gone by so freaking fast. It seemed like she'd just arrived and now she was being hurried away. Spencer almost felt like Cinderella, knowing that when her curfew came, all this magic would end.
Ashley looked at her cousin in desperation, "Can't she stay a little while longer Elmer's?"
Spencer looked up at Ashley in surprise. The young rocker actually wanted her to stay as much as she did.
Aiden sadly shook his head, "I can't back down on my promise Ash."
Ashley sighed and then took hold of Spencer's hand as she put on a kindhearted smile, "Well, maybe you can come by again," the brunette casually suggested.
The young teen gave her a small smile, "Yeah, maybe," Spencer said in the sweetest voice she could muster. Although she'd want nothing more in the world to spend more time with Ashley, she didn't think it would happen again.
Ashley smiled and patted the young blonde's hand reassuringly. Turning to her cousin she took hold of his shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes, "You better get her home safely Elmer's, or I'll have your ass," the brunette ordered receiving nothing but a stern nod from Aiden.
Ashley turned back to Spencer and, to the blonde's surprise, encircled her arms around Spencer's petite waste as she held her close. Lost in a daze the young blonde didn't even have time to return the hug before Ashley pulled away and gave her a soft smile.
"Goodnight Angel," the brunette whispered with a little wink.
"Night," Spencer replied lamely.
Ashley smiled once more and proceeded to walk out of the kitchen giving Aiden a pat on the shoulder as she breezed past him.
The fog was so thick on the Autobahn back to Wiesbaden that Spencer didn't get home until 2 A.M. Her parents had waited up, wanting to know everything that had happened. She told them Ashley was very charming, funny and entertained her friends all night and that she'd had a wonderful time.
Ashley, in the meantime, was still reeling from the night she'd had with the blonde. She was so happy she could just…
Aiden walked through the front door. Ashley immediately ran to him, jumped into his arms, and proceeded to smother his cheeks with light kisses.
"Ash what the hell," he croaked easily tossing her on the floor.
"Ow, you ass, did you forget we have wood floors throughout the house," the young rocker grumbled rubbing her soar butt.
Aiden smiled sheepishly then offered his cousin a hand up, which she gladly accepted, "Sorry Ash, but it's not every day a man walks through the door and his cousin kisses him. So what's up with you," he asked eyeing her suspiciously.
Ashley just smiled up at him, "I just wanted to thank you for being the best cousin in the world."
Suddenly recognition sparked in his green eyes, "Oh I know what's going on with you. You like Spencer dontcha?"
The young rocker nodded smiling even bigger at the mere mention of Spencer's name.
"I knew you two would hit it off," Aiden gloated as he crossed his arms over his burly chest proudly. "There's only one problem though Ash, she's fifteen."
Ashley shrugged in confusion, "So, what does that have to do with anything?"
Aiden's eyebrows shot up, "Ashley your nineteen! That's like a, what … ten years difference!"
Aiden was not the smartest one in the family. Ashley sighed looking up at him with a single raised brow, "Elmer's, I'm only four years older than her."
Aiden frowned bringing his hands up to count, before he gave up with a frustrated sigh, "That's not the point Ash. She is pretty young. I mean the tabloids will have a field day with this. "
The young rocker snorted in disdain. "When have I given a fuck about what the tabloids say about me," Ashley shouted feeling her anger begin to build up.
Aiden, knowing how bad his cousin's mood swings could be, raised his hands in surrender before calmly saying, "Never, okay, I know that. I was just surprised when I heard her say she was fifteen. When I met her I could've sworn she was closer to our age."
Ashley sighed shrugging her shoulders, "I don't care how old she is Aiden, I feel … like, I don't know that, I could … be falling for her, I mean I know we only just met each other but, she's different. " She said bashfully.
Her cousin smiled at her, "That's fine Ash, but, what would Mark say about this, y'know he wouldn't like this," Aiden stated grasping her shoulder gently.
The young rocker visibly flinched at the mention of her manager's name. Aiden was right though, Mark wouldn't like the idea of her going out with such a young woman. "Mark doesn't … matter," Ashley said unconvincingly. "I just can't stop thinking about her though."
Kyla walked sleepily into the foyer, "That's cool Ash," the young Davies said over a yawn before she continued, "Whatever takes your mind off of the beast."
Ashley looked at her sister puzzled, "What are you talking about Kyla, what's 'the beast' and why aren't you in bed, you have school tomorrow?"
Kyla leaned against the wall tiredly, "The beast, is the name me and Elmer's came up with to describe your sorry excuse of a girlfriend Crystal, back home and I couldn't sleep because you two are talking too loud."
The young rocker crossed her arms defiantly glaring at her sister and cousin, "Look, I know you guys don't like Crystal but she's not that bad okay," she said.
Ashley knew Crystal's was not the best girlfriend in the world but … yeah that's pretty much it. Crystal was good in the sack though, the young rocker gave her that. Crystal also was not too bad to look at. Seriously, she was like a carbon copy of a young Jessica Alba.
"You need to dump that bitch Ash," Aiden stated.
Ashley shot him a fierce look, "Hey, watch it Aiden, that's my girlfriend you're talking about!"
"But she sucks Ash," Kyla hissed getting in her sister's face. "She's nothing but a gold digging whore and you know it. She only wants you for your money, she doesn't love you!"
Ashley sighed before looking down considering what Kyla had just said and realized the young Davies was right. Crystal probably was only with her for her money. Ashley understood she'd have to break it off with Crystal eventually.
The young rocker gathered Kyla into a hug, "You're right Ky, I'll break up with her as soon as I get home," she whispered calmly.
Kyla returned the embrace before pulling back and giving her sister a smile, "Good, I was getting so sick of her ass. I like Spencer way better. She's a better girlfriend."
Ashley laughed socking her sister's arm lightly, "Kyla, Spencer's not my girlfriend … yet," she added with a wink.
"Yes," Aiden screeched in a very feminine voice. "I, Aiden, am the ultimate match maker!"
Ashley rolled her eyes before slapping him in the back of the head, "Shut up ass face," she growled playfully.