God. She was never drinking, ever again. She raised her hand to cover her face, she could feel the light, so much light. She groaned.
She shouldn't have listened to Chelsea, going to Vegas for their vacation. She was just 25 but she felt like she was too old for that kind of trip. Though she had fun in that strip club.
She couldn't remember her friend with her there. Actually she couldn't remember much from last night.
She passed her tongue on her lips, her mouth was so dry. Fuck.
"Chels stop moving around so much. My hair hurt"
She heard a chuckle, but that was definitely not from her dark friend. Holy sh…
Her train of thought stopped when she looked at the person by her side. Not only because the light felt as if it fried her eyes, but because of who she was with.
A woman, no surprise. The reason she was having a brain freeze was who it was.
Ashley freaking Davies!
And she was looking at her, smiling.
"It's called a hangover"
"I know"
It was so surreal, she felt disconnected.
"You're okay?"
She could only nod.
"So this Chels? Your girlfriend?"
Suddenly her brain moved in fast forward. This was not her room. She was alone, well…
She started to move to sat down, but laid down again, hard nipple against the sheets, nakedness. Cue full body blush. She didn't dare to look at her bedmate.
"We had sex?"
"Yep"
Let's avoid reality. She turned slightly, making sure to stay covered as she moved and grabbed the hotel phone.
" Hello ?"
"Chels are you okay?"
"Spencer! Are you okay? I've been worried sick! I left to get more drinks and you had disappeared! I searched and nothing. I thought…don't ever do something like that to me! I lost years of my life!"
"Sorry Chels, I don't remember much. I was way past drunk"
"You already were before you left. Where are you?"
"Don't worry, I'm in another hotel"
"You got a room somewhere else? Spence, did you do something on our stupid Vegas list? "
"Oh, no that one was definitely not on the list"
"So you didn't wake up with a stranger?"
The blond glanced at Ashley.
"Ahh no"
"Did you wake up with a couple of men ?"
"Straight or couple couple?"
"OMG that's relevant?!"
"No! I just…never mind"
"Women and strangers were on the list so…Are you alone or did you wake up with someone you know?"
"Kinda" She glanced at the woman by her side.
"Which one Spencer! You are killing me!"
"The second"
"Really?! Who?!"
She looked again at the worldwide famous singer, but this time she didn't look away. She felt weird watching someone she so many times watched on tv or listen to on the radio.
She looked even better in real life, and that little smile.
The brunette open her mouth but Spencer turned her head so she wouldn't be distracted and raised her left hand so she would stay quiet, she didn't want her friend to recognize that famous voice.
She heard a gasp but did her best to ignore it, the star probably wasn't used to be treated like that.
"Chels, it's complicated and now is not the best time"
"Fine but you'll have some explaining to do"
"Promise"
Spencer frowned when she felt her left hand being grabbed from the sheets. She turned, ready to tell the other girl off.
Once again she was frozen; they were both staring at the ring on her finger, well, It wasn't golden ring; and it seemed that there was a diamond, surrounded by two smaller blue stones. It was a ring bought Vegas. Hu Oh.
She didn't even have to ask, a hand was raised, there was another ring, but this one was a simple band.
"I got married. To you?!"
"Why thanks, could you sound anymore disgusted?"
"What?"
Ashley rolled her eyes, grabbing the sheet she was going to get up but the blond wasn't going to let her go with the only cover she had.
"Don't move I'm naked!"
"You are not the only one" She pulled as she spoke.
"Why would you be the one to stay covered?"
"It's not like I didn't see everything last night, and this morning"
Spencer opened and closed her mouth of few times.
"Well I don't remember anything so I'm not going to flash you now"
"You were definitely not that shy yesterday"
"Were you drunk at all? How could you marry me as drunk as I was?"
"I was wasted too! I just didn't blackout. And you didn't seem that straight and narrow!"
"So what you wouldn't have married me otherwise?"
"Even borderline to an alcoholic coma I would have married you, like this"
Ashely made a move with her hand going up and down Spencer's body.
Spencer's anger got the best of her, in a huff she got up and pull her pants on. They were by the bed, so that part was easy but she quickly realized that dressing wouldn't be easy. She could see all her clothes all over the place, well…the big pieces. She was getting dressed, no matter what. She was talking back to her "wife" as she did so.
"I guess what you can read in magazines is the truth. You really are a bitch. Straight and taken, I have doubts now, but a bitch that I'm sure. You know what? I was feeling sorry that I couldn't remember having sex with Ashley Davies, anyone with eyes would! Thank god I don't, I'll barely remember meeting you, you'll get the expensive lawyer you most likely have to make this mess disappear and I'll be able to pretend this was just a bad dream. Fuck! It's not my shirt!"
She put it off and went in search of her own, she turned to find that she had it in her hand.
Spencer got up to her and grabbed her shirt forcefully, nearly tearing it as she put it on.
"Listen I…"
"Don't want to hear it"
The blond sat on the bed to put on her shoes.
Ashley was standing but still in the sheet knew she was acting as she always did, behing defensive, she didn't know what she should do.
She thought out loud: "Lesbians and drama"
"Are you saying this is my fault? 'Cause from where I'm standing, this drama is because of you, straight girl" Argued the blonde.
"What?! No! It's…whatever"
The singer walked up and stood in front her the other woman.
"I'm sorry. I thought…I remember last night, and in a strange way it was great. So waking up to you acting like this I…I'm sorry. Could we start over?"
The blond grabbed the hand she had put on her shoulder and squeezed a little.
"Thank you but I'm past caring. I just want to forget it ever happened"
There were looking at each other, one pleading with her eyes the other trying not to cave in.
Ashley jumped when the door was opened suddenly; they both turned to look.
"Ash I can't believe it! How many times did I tell you not to be late? And not bringing a groupie up to fuck her? "
Before anyone could reply the agent stepped in, closing the door with a sigh.
"You were supposed to be ready already Ash. Go get dressed while I take care of her, as usual"
The last part wasn't said as loud.
Spencer frowned, so she didn't married a straight girl but a player, a slut. That wasn't really better.
"I'm not going, call and cancel" Said the singer.
"Ashley you can't do it! We organized it months ago, you have this interview then a concert. This is your new album, you can't mess it up"
"Maddison, we are married"
She raised her hand as she finished.
The agent was pale in a second.
"What the fuck Ashley?! It's the worst things you've done so far! I can't believe you'd…if you wanted to end your career you could have just told me you wanted to quit!"
Spencer recoiled on the bed, that woman was scary, Ashely sighed.
"Maddison we got drunk and got married. Now are you going to call to cancel?"
"What? No way. If this got out it could ruin us! You're going to act as if nothing happened"
"We can't! I got married, it's bound to come out and you know it! Whether there will be a witness or someone in the legal system will leak it to the press"
Madison rubbed her temples mumbling "Lesbian drama" before she spoke out loud again.
"In that case, you are coming out in your interview"
"You can't be serious?!"
"What would you have me do?"
"I…"
Ashley frowned, she had no idea.
"Exactly!" Exclaimed Madison.
The rock star sat down on her bed and the agent kept going.
"Tonight you'll come out saying you couldn't hide it anymore because of your love for…"
She turned to the blond who was shaking her head from side to side.
"Hmm hmm no way! I will not be known as the one who turned Ashely Davies gay!" Stated Spencer.
Madison replied immediately.
"You could get something much better than a toaster"
Spencer turned to her wife.
"Is she for real?"
The brunette could only nod.
"I'm out of here!" Exclaimed Spencer.
"Spencer! Please" Called Ashley.
She knew when she needed to run, the blonde was at the door but she stopped anyway, hand on the handle.
She couldn't believe herself when she turned around.
"Do you realize what you are asking of me?!"
"I know, and I wouldn't ask you to do this if the situation was different. I could lose everything"
"You could lose everything with me in on it too" Argued Spencer.
Madison had to put a word in.
"Either she comes out because of love or people found out she got married to woman while she was drunk"
"She is Ashley Davies, she is known for being wild"
"This is different and you know it"
Ashely got up again, still wrapped in her sheet she walked up to the blond, stepping in the other woman's personal space.
"Please Spencer"
She didn't want to break, but these big brown eyes were begging her.
"It could ruin your career, what about my life?" Asked the blonde.
"My career is my life, my music, my fans… they are all I have"
"Thanks for the rest of us, I'm sure Ky would have loved it"
"Madison! Get out! Now!"
The agent merely rolled her eyes before passing them on her way out.
"You have ten minutes, I'll be in the hallway"
The blond couldn't help herself.
"She is a piece of work"
"That she is, but she is amazing at her job"
"Who is Ky?"
"Well, Ky is…you see…"
"Girlfriend?"
"Eww no! She is my sister. We don't want people to know. Different mother, different name"
"Oh"
"Whatever you need Spence I'll do it, just…help me save my life"
"God, I thought I had married a diva when in fact she is a drama queen"
Ashley let out a smile Spencer had never seen on a magazine, it was bigger; her nose wrinkling a little.
"Is that a yes?" Inquired the singer.
"I would have hoped for a better marriage proposal but I guess for what it is…that should do it"
"For what it is?"
"We are not really married, we are but not really…you get it. Here are my rules to this sham, we will tell everyone that we are in love and it was our choice. Including my family they wouldn't understand…"
"Madison knows, and I can't not tell my sister"
"I'll tell Chelsey, I know can trust her, so if anything leaks you will be going down!"
Her finger pointed at the brunette who boldly replied, looking up and down at her.
"I already did"
The blushing blond slapped her on the arm.
"Shut up! And no cheating, no sex, I don't want to read on a magazine that I've been cheated on"
"It would be bad for me, not really for you"
"If it is said that you cheated I'll leave" Stated Spencer
"Don't worry about that"
"And try to keep me out of the media, don't say my full name. What about your requests?"
"Pretty much the same, don't get caught cheating, it wouldn't be good for my reputation"
"And they thought arranged marriage was dead"
"Do you want to drink on that?"
Ashley walked as well as she could wrapped in her sheets towards the bar.
"What about your agent outside?"
"Let's see how long it takes until she barges in again"
"What's in your bar?"
Madison was walking back and forth in front of that fucking door, she was fuming. It's been 15 minutes…and it was more than enough.
Without knocking she walked in again.
"Ashley, are you…shitting me?"
The newlyweds were both sitting on the bed drinking.
"Isn't it a little early to be drinking?"
"It's just coke"
"Never mind, I don't care. Stop chatting and go get dressed"
"Madison we were in the middle of…"
"I don't care. We are not going to be late to this interview even more so if you are going to stage your coming out"
Ashley turned to the blond once again.
"I'm sorry, I have to get ready. It seems, I can't miss that interview"
"That's…"
Maddison was cut off when her singer gave her the finger without even glancing at her.
Spencer didn't comment.
"It's okay, I should go to. Chelsea is probably going crazy as we speak"
There was an awkward pause, they didn't really know what to say.
It was broken by the agent. "Bip bip bip!"
Ashley groaned and Spencer smiled.
"It's okay Ash, call me when you get some news about …all of it"
With a smile on her lips she tipped her head to the right before leaving this surreal hotel suite. She could still feel the brunette's eyes in her until she closed the door.
Spencer finally walked into her hotel room, wearing brand new sunglasses, a big cup of coffee and with her killer headache. Her loud best friend didn't help.
"Finally! What took you so long? In which hotel did you sleep? With whom? And…Oh my god! Is that a hickey?!"
The blond put her hand on her neck, maybe this wouldn't work as well as planned.
"Could you please…not be so loud?"
"I was worried sick!"
"I know, and I'm sorry. I…"
She stopped in the middle of the room; the TV was on, plates with food on the bed…
"I can see how worried you were…watching a talk show and eating junk food"
"It's late afternoon, I was getting hungry and bored…"
"Bored and worried?"
"Not as much as before, you called…"
"Sure, sure"
"Hey, don't change the subject! I wanted to have fun in Vegas, you went wild!"
There was a moment of silence before Chelsea spoke again.
"So I have a pretty good idea, but… how wild did you get?"
"I think…you should sit down"
"OMG what did you do?!"
"Please, sit"
"Fine"
She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at her friend, impatient, trying to be as still as she could.
"Okay, so I don't remember that much…"
"Don't tell me you are going to use that as an excuse to not tell me what happened?!"
"No…So, I was very drunk…"
"Way to state the obvious"
"Are you going to keep on interrupting?"
"No, no, sorry, go ahead"
"As I said I was drunk, very very drunk, and while you were gone and met this girl…'
"Someone we already knew"
"Chelsea!"
She raised her hands in surrender.
"This really hot girl, and I didn't recognize her, I blame the alcohol for that. In just a few minutes, we just…clicked. I remember leaving with her…then just an image there and there"
"Soooo…you have no idea about what really happened last night?"
"I do. We…talked this morning because obviously we had to when we…"
"What the Fuck?!"
"What? What?"
"Ashley Davies got married!"
"Wha…how…"
Spencer stopped when she saw her best friend turn towards the TV. The interview had started.