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Spencer's POV:
I just got called into the executive producers office, I don't know why but I'm pretty sure that I didn't do anything wrong. After I graduated from NYU I had big plans, I was going to move back home and change peoples lives with the right movie plot, and soundtrack. And then I actually got a job with MTV, but what I didn't know was that the movie business had a way of chewing you up and spitting you back out.
I knocked on Jason's door and waited for him to tell me to come in. I loved producing movies, but after Ashley and I broke up, I realized that the Spencer I had been, was not a Spencer that would survive the heartbreak I was feeling. So I changed, I'm a shadow of the Spencer that Ashley used to know, and from what I saw last night Ashley made a few changes too. Who knew that we would change into almost the same person.
When I walked into Jason's office he was bent over his desk snorting a line of cocaine. It was just one of many lines, behind the scenes in Hollywood, this is what it was like. If you weren't doing some kind of drug, you weren't going to be able to keep up with how fast things change.
"Spencer fucking Carlin! Get your sexy ass in this office right now!" Jason was tweaked out of his ever loving mind. It was kind of funny. I had spent the last year working with Jason, we were almost friends, but when you stay as high as we did, it was very hard to have any friends you actually trust.
"What the fuck J. Can't you do anything else?" I ask him smirking, I do that now, I smirk.
"I could... but it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. Plus we have cause for celebration my friend," he threw up his hands almost like opening them up for a hug as he walked to the side of his desk that was closest to me.
I haven't had a project in two months, I got a little out of control, and corporate started to take notice. Maybe this is me getting off probation, I'll take anything, just to have something to look forwawrd too again. "What are we celebrating?"
He offered me the glass tube he was snorting out of but I shook my head. If I had a new project, I didn't want to screw it up but getting high. "It's the rights to a somewhat tragic story... but you my friend, you're the perfect person to direct this particular story."
"Oh yeah? Why is that? Are we making an inspirational lesbian coming of age story?" because that would be amazing, that would be pretty much the whole reason I got into the movie business in the first place.
"As a matter of fact it is. Ever hear of Ashley Davies?" when he said that name I froze, this can't be happening.
"You've got to be kidding me... no I'm not doing this," as I turn to walk out of his office he grabs my arm and turns me around.
"Spencer it wasn't a request. This is it, this is your shot, if you don't do this, you'll be packing up your office tomorrow." He didn't know what he was asking me to do, I couldn't blame him for this.
I walked closer to him, if anyone else had seen us they would have thought that it was threatening. I just stared into his eyes, trying to get him to back down, but he clearly wasn't going too. I grabbed the tube out of his hand and snorted two lines back to back. I was going to need to be out of my gourd to agree to this. "Fine... when do we start?"
"She's waiting in the lobby," when he said that I felt all of the blood rush out of my body. This was just great.
"I'm gonna need more of this," as I snort the last line on his mirror.
"Baby, if you make this movie, I'll keep you in stock whenever you need it," and I slam the tube back down on his desk. I can feel the coke rushing through my nervous system, every cell in my body was on high alert, and my nose is a little numb... maybe a lot numb.
"Let's do this." I walked out of the office and made my way down to the lobby. The whole way down in the elevator I was nervously playing with my hands and trying to sniff down the coke that was lingering in my nostrils.
When I stepped out of the elevator my eyes automatically gravitate towards the brunette sitting patiently on the couch in the lobby. She heard the ding of the elevator and looked up. Our eyes locked and I could feel electricity starting to crack in the air.
Ashley stood up and walked towards me and Jason, she shook his hand and introduced herself and then turned her attention on me, "Hey Spence," she leaned in on her tip toes close to my ear, "You'll probably wanna wipe the powder off your nose at some point today," and she rocked back flat footed on the ground.
I was rooted to my spot, I couldn't move, I couldn't believe she had noticed, I couldn't believe I was so in a hurry to get this over with that I didn't wipe it off myself. This wasn't going to work, she was going to drive me crazy.
"So your selling the rights to your life story huh?" I ask her trying to distract myself from the awkwardness of the elevator ride back up to our offices. "Selling the rights to OUR story?"
Ashley just looked at me, "It's a good story, if I hadn't lived it, I'd go see that movie," she kind of half smiled. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying making me feel uncomfortable or what. But it was working, I feel like I could jump out of my own skin. She was definitely different than the Ashley I had met at the club.
Jason interrupted our conversation, "I was thinking more of a TV Show instead of a movie, from the outline that your manager sent in, there are to many important parts to fit into a movie. But a TV Show, that would do it justice," I could feel the color drain out of my face. A TV Show meant years spent with Ashley, arguing over little parts of our relationship, over prom, over Aiden, over her dad.
Ashley seemed to come to the same conclusion in her head. But I couldn't read if she thought it was a bad idea or not. "Of course you were," I said sarcastically under my breath.
"Don't worry Spence, we don't have to make you look like a bitch, if you want it to be a lie," and that hurt, I was not a bitch. She has a selective memory, our break up was not all my fault. Just because I moved away didn't mean it was over, she's the one that burned that bridge, not me.
Jason didn't seem to notice the tension in the air around us, "I hope you are single Ashley," he said and I quickly gave him a go to hell look. How dare he hit on her.
She laughed a little, "Why is that Jason?"
"Because, your going to be spending all nighters with Spencer, eating bad take out food.. it'll almost be like your married," and she busted out laughing. I couldn't see what was funny, I could barely breath and I'd only been around her for five minutes.
Ashley's POV:
I looked at Spencer out of the corner of my eye, "You don't know, do you?" I asked him even though my eyes were glued to Spencer. I could see the confused look on his face, "My life story, is Spencer's life story, she is in it," I told him and he kind of looked like he might have a heart attack and then he developed this mischievous little grin on his face.
Spencer slapped his arm, "Don't even say it," her eyes were so dilated I could barely see the blue, they were pretty much all black pupil.
"That's why you didn't want this project," and I'm guessing he said the exact thing Spencer didn't want him too because she hit him again.
I was doing my best to act like seeing her, being close to her wasn't a problem for me. It so was, but I smoked soooo much weed before I got here, my dad could probably walk into the studio and I wouldn't care right now.
He stopped in front of his office and waved Spencer and I into hers, "go my children, make me something magical," he said to us. He was funny, and so tweaked off his ass, but so was Spencer, she hadn't stopped fiddling with her fingers since she saw me in the lobby.
He whispered in Spencer's ear something I couldn't hear and she said "yes please" before motioning for me to follow her into her office.
I rushed to sit down in her chair, and I propped my feet up on her desk. She just stood there, she looked livid, "Sooooo, Spence, what's first?" I was extremely proud of myself, I managed to get my story out there, and snag some Spencer time, although I haven't decided if that's a good thing or not, stand by on that.
Spencer's POV:
All of her fucking bravado was going to drive me insane, especially if I was going to be spending all of my time with her. "First, get your feet off my desk," and I swipe at them, she giggled, of course she giggles at me when I'm trying to be serious, "second, is we get a team of writers in here and we dig up every painful memory, every lapse in judgment, every secret moment that we thought we ever shared, because you signed us up to lay everything on the line, everything will be out in the open, can you handle that? Because I'm not sure I can," after my rant was done, I realized I needed to come down a little. I was to high strung to be around her and do anything but want to rip her head off.
"You might be able to handle it better if you were sober," and I know she didn't just say that to me, when we both know damn well she has a problem just like I did. When I think about it though, it hurts my heart, how did we end up like this? I mean yes we broke up, but people break up all the time, and not everyone turns to drugs... what happened to us, to me specifically. Ashley was always inclined to the drug and party world, she grew up in it, but me? Why did I do this to myself, I don't know that I could be sober even I wanted to be, not around her.
Ashley leaned in closer to me, and I feel the air start to thicken, my mind is racing with hundreds of ways this one act could burn our lives to the ground, obviously I'm over thinking this a little to much, because, "We had way more good moments then we did bad Spence, and I'm going to show you. America is going to fall in love with us, and you... your gonna fall in love with me," that was all she said, and that was all I needed to hear, because I knew she was right, that's why I didn't want to do this, I knew that if I let one moment go by where I was not guarding myself, that I would wake up the next day and be completely over the moon for Ashley fucking Davies.
"I see your still full of yourself, good to know people don't actually change," I tell her after I rolled my eyes at her love comment, even if it was inevitable, I wasn't going to just lay down and give my heart away again. If I had anything to say about it, I was going to fight like hell to make sure I never had another feeling for this woman ever again.
"You've changed... are we going to talk about what I walked in on?" Ashley just couldn't let it go, but I guess me walking around with powder on my nose didn't help her forget that incident either.
"No, we aren't. We work together Ashley, I don't make it a habit to discuss my recreational activities with clients," which was a lie, most of my clients are half the reason I have recreational activities to begin with. The movie business will do that you, if your not strong enough to stop it.
"I'm not just a client Spencer! I used to be the love of your life, I used to be the person you shared everything with, don't you think that maybe you wandered off the road a little here Spence? I mean I know those guys, they don't play around, your in deep, and you are not a drug addict, your sweet Spencer Carlin from bum fucked Ohio, how the hell did this happen?" she was yelling now and I knew that wasn't going to go over well, not with how tweaked I am right now.
"Used to be, Ashley. Keyword there. You are just a client, and I am just a movie producer, and that's all this is. You don't know me Ashley, I'm not the girl you fell in love with, I'm not even in her universe anymore. So give up, this isn't going to be some written in the stars true love conquers all comeback for us... life doesn't work like that."