Ashley's POV:
Looking out at the crowd that was cheering for me. It's nice to get back to the basics, playing in a bar for a hundred people or so. I've spent so much time shut up in a studio, or on the road playing for thousands, sleeping on tour buses, for the last 4 years its been non stop success. Which is good I guess, I got everything I ever wanted: fame, fortune of my own, the chance to change peoples lives with my music.
When I walk off the stage I grab the two shots of tequila waiting for me. Now that the show is over, it's time to drown all this fame and fortune in a bottle of tequila. For a girl who has gotten everything she ever wanted, at the end of every night I drown myself in tequila.
Once I'm in the dressing room its time to let the real fun begin. I take a little baggie out of my jeans filled with white powder. I sit down on the couch, the door is locked of course and there is a bouncer outside who knows not to let anyone in until I give him the okay. I pull out my glass pipe and lighter from a bag next to the couch.
Fame and fortune comes with a lot of issues. When I started in this business I told myself I wouldn't become my father, or my mother, or Brittney Spears for that matter, but life has a way of screwing you over every time. I placed a bump of the substance in the ball at the end of the pipe and held my breath as I held the lighter and watched the smoke start to thicken. My release, tequila was my problem once upon a time, then meth became my savior. As I inhale the smoke I feel my heart start to beat out of my chest, and I can hear the blood pumping through my veins and the hair on my arms stand up. It's the best feeling in the world.
I hear a knock on the door and I place the pipe back into my purse and put the baggie back into my pocket. "Come in," I say loud enough for Mark to hear me through the door. He sticks his head in, "Media is all over outside Ash." He is so good at looking after me, that is why I love this bar, it's where I got my start in high school, it's like my second home.
"Thanks Robbie, I'll be out in a minute," I tell him as I fluff my hair up and and re apply some lipstick. It's time for me to find the blonde girl I would be taking home tonight. As I walk out of the room I tell him not to let anybody in.
I fight the crowd, giving a few autographs, taking a few pictures, give the fans what they want. I love that people love me, it means I'm doing my job right. Once I reach the bar I order three rounds of tequila shots and throw each of them back one after the other. Alice the bartender just laughed at me, "Girl you need to slow down," she says to me. I look at her like she is crazy, "Al if I slow down my brain actually has time to think, and that wouldn't be good for either one of us, trust me."
The girl sitting on the bar stool next to me catches my eye, she is definitely my type. I catch her sideways look and I swirl around to face her, "Hello gorgeous," I say to her flashing my trademark Davies smirk. Her face lit up when she realized I was talking her. We made small talk for a while, the dope in my system made every cell in my body feel like they were on fire, so when she placed her hand on my arm I felt my body shudder. I loved this drug, it has been the love of my life for the last 4 years, mostly because of what it did for my sex drive. I was a machine with an unlimited battery supply and I loved testing that theory every night.
The girl went on and on about how she loved my music, all I could think about was getting her into bed. I don't know why I always picked blondes, I guess I just like torturing myself, if I get drunk enough, or if I'm tweaked enough, I can almost forget that they aren't her, for a few seconds I can forget that the girl who got everything she ever wanted lost the one thing she never expected to need.
I lean closely to the girls ear, "How about I give you a private show?" I ask her. I hear the hitch in her breath and I smile seductively as we both get up off the stools. I throw back another double shot of tequila before I start to lead her back to the dressing room.
As I try to guide us through the crowd I accidentally bump into a girl coming from the opposite direction, "Excuse me," I said apologetically but when I looked up I locked onto blue eyes that I would know anywhere. Both of us are frozen to the floor as we stare into each others eyes, our contact was finally broken by the girl tearing her eyes from me, "Uhhhh, sorry Ash," she says to me and she practically runs screaming for the hills. I lost her in the crowd, but I couldn't snap myself out of the void my mind was falling into. Spencer Carlin... I lost Spencer Carlin in a crowd, I just literally ran into Spencer Carlin, I just watched Spencer Carlin walk away from me again... I must be really fucking drunk right now.
"Do you know her?" the girl asked me which pulled me out of my own head for a second. I can't remember this girls name, "No, not at all," I say to her as I start to pull her to the dressing room again. Robbie was standing guard, just like a good dog. He stepped out of the way as I blew past him. I needed to fuck this girl now, I needed to take my mind off of Spencer.
As soon as the door closed I pushed the blond against the wall. Most of the time I would take my time, I would treat her right, I would drag out her orgasm but in this moment... all I want to do is fuck her so hard I forget who I just ran into.
I leaned in to kiss the blonde, at first I tried to reign in my need for release but as soon as I felt the other girls tongue on mine I just lost control of my body. I moaned into her mouth as she pulled my shirt over my head. We moved from the wall to the couch as I undressed her. She had an amazing body, toned stomach with a dark skin complexion. She had blue eyes, but they were gray instead of crystal clear. I begin to kiss down her neck as I push her backwards on to the couch.
I was interrupted by a knock at the door, "Not now Robbie!" I shout at but he just knocks again. I get up, my jeans still sitting on my waist but unbuttoned. I opened the door expecting to see a 6 foot 3 guy but instead I see an old friend from high school, "Chelsea!" its been a very long time since I'd seen her.
Spencer's POV:
After bumping into Ashley face to face, I spaced out through the rest my date. The girl I came with heard Ashley Davies was playing tonight, I figured that after 5 years of avoiding the girl, I could put my feelings aside to take a girl out. I didn't anticipate running into her head on. She looked tired... to people who didn't know her as well I used too might not see it. Me and Stacey came to the club with my brother Glen and his wife Chelsea, when I told them who I ran into Chelsea decided to go see Ashley. I noticed Glen eying me who I finally snapped out of my thoughts.
"So Stacey, how did you like the show?" Glen asked her. I think he realized that I was probably out of the conversation for now. I love my brother, he used to be a jerk, but being with Chelsea has changed him, we are a lot closer than we used to be. Stacey got up to go get more drinks from the bar. When she left he inched closer to me in the booth, "You okay Spence?" he asked me as he put a hand on my shoulder.
"No Glen... I knew coming back to L.A. would mean I might see her, hell I knew coming on this date would mean I'd see her perform, but actually running into her... I wasn't ready for that." I looked down at my hands. I went to Worthington for college my first year but after me and Ashley ended things I transferred to NYU to study film. I wanted as far away from her as possible. But being in the movie industry has changed me. When I started making movies I wanted to change the world, but the world ended up changing me. Ashley used to be my rock, I needed to be good for her, she needed some good in her life. After we split up, I lost the little bit of bad that I needed... so I had to look other places for it. Some of those places kept little pieces of me along the way.
"Look Glen, take care of letting Stacey down easy... I gotta get out of here," I say to him as I get up. It's time to find one of those dark places...
Ashley's POV:
"Ashley, oh my god!" Chelsea said to me after the half naked girl made herself scarce. "You have blown up since the last time I saw you." I smiled at the woman standing in front of me. It had been so long since I'd seen her, she was a from a different life. The girl I was then wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
"Yeah well... I had nothing else better to do," I said looking down at my feet. "I'm guessing it's not a coincidence that I bumped into Spencer and then you show up at my dressing room door?" I missed Chelsea, she had always helped put my feelings for Spencer into perspective in high school.
"Ash, I love you, but she is my sister these days," she said to me, I could see she wasn't happy about what happened between us. Her and Glen had gotten married, she invited me to the wedding, but I was on tour, and still making it a point to avoid Spencer at all costs. These days I didn't really think about avoiding her, I never imagined we would run into each other after 5 years. "So what you're here to distract me while she slips out of the club huh?" I asked her. Spencer wasn't as sneaky as she thought she was, she never had been.
Chelsea looked guiltily at her feet. I giggled at her and grabbed her hand to pull her over to the couch. Seems she was caught off guard, she kicked over my purse and my pipe rolled out but it doesn't seem like she has noticed it, THANK GOD. "So Chelsea, tell me how have you been? I'm sorry I missed the wedding, I just couldn't get away from the tour..." she cut me off by putting her hand on my knee.
"Don't worry Ashley... coming to the wedding would have been a lot for anybody. I forgive you. But I'm good, we are ALL really good." She smiles slightly at me. I nodd, "Way to be subtle Chels. So... Spencer... she looks good. I'm definitely surprised to see her at one of my shows."
Chelsea noded, "Well, she was on a date, it wasn't her idea. That's actually how me and Glen got roped in. Spencer has been through a lot these last few years, she didn't know how seeing you would go..."
"So she planned on running into me?" I say kind of getting a little more excited than I meant too.
"Well no but... you know having a smoking hot, super star for an ex, playing love songs on stage... it's a lot for anybody to handle Ash." Chelsea looked around the room, thankfully she was looking up and not down. She hasn't seen the pipe yet.
"She's the one that left me Chelsea, whats so hard for her, I'm sure she has moved on."
"You've missed a lot Ashley," Chelsea said as she stood up and walked towards the door. She turned back to look at me, "She isn't the same girl that you knew..." and she disappeared from the door without a goodbye or anything.
After my little run in with Spencer and Chelsea, I smoked all of my dope. It is safe to say that I'm completely out of my gord right now. Dangerous levels of out of my mind. As I walk, probably more briskly than normal, up the stairs to a room I visit a few times a week. The owner of the apartment was a studio rep, that I've known for about 3 years.
I knocked on the door and heard shuffling in the apartment, "It's Ashley," I say through the door to let the people know I wasn't a cop. The next thing that happened definitely didn't help my state of mind. The guy that opened the door was my manager, "Hey Mark," I say but when I finally step inside I freeze. The blond sitting on the couch had fear plastered all over her face.
"Spencer," I can't believe this, what is she doing here? Why is this happening to me? I turn and run down the stairs.
When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I blow chunks everywhere. I can't help it. I had to come down, if I didn't come down, the feeling in my heart was going to kill me for sure. I felt someone elses presence standing behind me. When I look over my shoulder I catch a glimpse of beautiful blonde hair. I groan and turn away trying to get myself together, once I do I straighten up and turn to confront Spencer.
"Ashley what..." I hold my hand up, "What are you doing here Spencer?" I ask her. I could get lost in those beautiful blue eyes that I haven't seen in years. But I can't, she's on my side of the country, I get to ask the questions here.
She just kind of looks at me, I guess explaining why the good girl I used to know was sitting on a drug dealers couch would probably be hard to explain. "Ashley I..." again I cut her off.
"You do know he is a drug dealer... Spencer you were sitting on a drug dealers couch... what are you doing in L.A.? I thought you were in New York? You know putting as much distance between us as possible..." I can't believe what I'm seeing, I can't believe what is running through my head, I can't believe she is standing right in front of me.
"You know I could ask you the same fucking thing, you knocked on a drug dealers door, your talking so fast I'm surprised you can keep up with yourself. What are you doing here?" She asked me her arms folded across her chest.
"Don't judge me... you don't get that right anymore." The more I look at her the faster I forget that I'm trying to be mad. I feel my body relax as we just stare at each other. She moved closer to me, I thought she was going to kiss me, she never broke I contact and as soon as her hand touched my waist I shuddered. What she did next surprised me, which was reach into my pocket and pull out the empty back. She held it up in front of me, "What the hell is this Ash...?"
"Stop saying my name, stop calling me Ash... just stop Spencer." I don't need her trying to analyze me. She through the bag on the ground, by reflex I moved to pick it up. She grabbed my arm and pulled me back up to eye level with her, "What the hell happened to you?" she asked me with sadness all over her voice.
"You. Spencer Carlin, you happened to me."