Ignoring the protests of the secretary, Ashley barges into the office. "Alright Doctor D, forget the issues with my mother. We got a whole new set to deal with now, Spencer is back in town."
Startled, the slightly gray haired doctor looks up from her desk where she was filling out paper work before the whirlwind entered her office. "Ashley, it's only noon. Your appointment isn't for another hour."
Ashley stops her pacing and turns to look at the older lady incredulously, "Did you not hear me!? She is back in town! This is an emergency! I think your paperwork can wait, I am after all paying you an arm and a leg… besides who works on a Saturday afternoon? Does your husband ever see you? Are you a workaholic doc?"
Rolling her eyes, the doctor shakes her head and points to the big puffy couch, "Sit."
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Ashley does so. "Thank you!"
Putting her papers in one of the filing cabinets, the doctor stands and takes a seat in one of the big armchairs across from Ashley, "Alright, so what's going on?"
Looking around the room, Ashley notices all the mismatched furniture throughout it, "Do you have an obsession with furniture?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Ashley flicks her arm around the room, "I've just never noticed how much furniture was in here… you think I would after 18 years."
Used to the girl's exaggerations, the Doctor shakes her head, "Well I like for all of my patients to be comfortable and have options where to sit. And you've only been seeing me for 2 years Ash… not 18. So now that we've discussed my office… why don't you tell me what has you bursting into it?"
"She's back."
"Spencer?"
"Yes, Spencer."
"Right. And who is Spencer?"
"Chelsea ran into her at her art show…"
"How did that go?"
"Oh it was amazing! There were so many people there! She's going to be famous I tell you! And Charlie just looked so adorable… speaking of which, I just got her preschool pic, would you like to see it?"
Smiling, the doctor nods, even though she knows she had no choice in the matter, as Ashley already has the picture out of her wallet. Inspecting the picture, Doctor Darington smiles, "cuter and cuter every time."
Taking the picture back, Ashley sits back down on the couch smiling happily. However it clearly falters as she is asked who Spencer is once again. "Spencer was an old girlfriend. A fling if you will… a one night stand… a…"
"Ashley…" The doctor interrupts, already exhausted from her.
"Right, sorry. Ok so maybe she wasn't a one night stand, but more like I dated her for a year and a half."
The doctor nods. "And when was this?"
Ashley sighs, not really wanting to go into these details. "Half way through my senior year of high school until the end of my freshman year of college… she's older than me."
"Have you stayed in touch with her?"
"Of course not Doc! Are you crazy?!"
The doctor shakes her head, biting her tongue as she eyes her patient wearily. "So you haven't seen her in over four years and haven't actually seen her yourself. Please explain to me why this is a problem."
Scoffing at this, Ashley lays back on the couch and immediately pops back up again, deciding against it. "She just left Doc! Went to travel the world with her roommate… to take pictures and see everything while she still could. It was her dream. Heck I couldn't stop her even when she asked me to."
"So you supported her decision?"
"Clearly Doc! What was I supposed to do? Ask her to stay? I was only a freshman in college. There was no way she would have."
Somewhat confused and feeling as if Ashley's leaving a lot out, she shifts her in seat. Staring Ashley down, she takes in the young women's facial expression. "What if she wanted you to ask her…"
"Thank you!" Her arms are up in the air again, "Chelsea said I had to just let it go… to move on."
"And did you?"
"Of course."
"So why is this a problem?"
Ashley sighs, her head falling into her hands. "It's just… what if… you know?"
--
"Hey you, you're awake!" Spencer smiles down at the brunette gently tracing her finger over the bandage over the girl's eye. "How ya feeling?"
"Like I hit my head on a porcelain sink."
Spencer smirks and quirks an eyebrow, "Weird, we only have marble sinks. Where were you last night?"
The frail brunette rolls her eyes, but smiles anyways, "Can we get out of here yet or what?"
Plopping down into the seat next to the hospital bed, she nods. "Yup the nurse will be in any second to check you out. Oh but only if you agree to stop being so stubborn when Ally volunteers to hang out with you."
"The girl is insane and you know it. I can't believe you leave me with her."
Spencer rolls her eyes, "She's not insane Jackie, just a bit quirky. It's part of her charm. Just do me a favor and lay off her. She chose you over her idiot ass-clown of a brother."
Jackie smirks, "Gee, well when you put it like that I'd hate to think what she thought of me if she did choose his side."
Just then Nancy, her new nurse walks in, "Alright Ms. Jay, you are free to go. The doctor has prescribed a lower dosage so you aren't so out of it at night. Do me a favor and try not to be such a stubborn ass at home; you know these girls love you, let them help you to the bathroom if you're feeling weak." She winks at the brunette and helps an orderly put her in the wheel chair.
When they get outside, Ally is already parked and waiting. As they're helping her into the vehicle Jackie pauses and turns back to Nancy, "See you next week Nancy!"
Smiling, Nancy pulls Jackie into a light hug, afraid to cause any more bruising if she hugs any harder, "You'd better be ready to kick some ass on Tuesday sugar!"
With one last wave, they get Jackie in the car, and pull away in direction of their home. Glancing in her rear view mirror, Ally glares at Jackie, "I swear to god if you ever scare me like that again I will literally kick your ass down each and every one of our stairs."
Spencer snickers at this, "You do realize we only have two steps… right?"
--
"Kyla what are you doing calling me at this hour?"
Out of breath, the small brunette pushes her way through the crowds of people, "What do you mean at this hour?" She glances around at all of the signs, "Where the hell is it?"
"I mean it is almost 8pm in New York, isn't your show about to start?"
Kyla nods into the phone as if Ashley can see her. "Oh yeah, it is, but I'm not there." Finding what she's looking for she lets out a little shriek and continues in the same direction, a bit faster now.
"What? Kyla you're the lead… what do you mean you aren't there?" Pulling out her keys, Ashley hops into her Porsche and sits patiently waiting for an explanation.
"I'm not there 'cause I just landed! I've got some great news!"
Ashley takes in a deep breath, preparing herself, "What kind of great news Ky? My kind of great news or yours?" The last time Kyla had some great news they ended up spending three hours listening to some woman who was supposedly a 'legend' babble on and on about growing up.
"I'm in San Francisco! Surprise! But listen, I have to go, I've just spotted my ride, I'll be at your place in about twenty minutes! I brought snacks!"
"What?! Kyla, no! I'm downtown, I won't be…" Click. Letting out a growl, Ashley starts her car and peels out of the parking lot. "Damn you Kyla."
--
As Ashley pulls up to her building, she prepares herself for the storm she's about to enter. With a quick wave to her doorman, she hops into the elevator and begins to nervously play with her keys.
"I swear to god if you don't stop singing and breaking out into dance routines every two seconds I am going to throw your ass out the window!"
"Well if you had learned some proper manners I wouldn't have to entertain myself!"
When Ashley enters her loft, she stops and stares. Kyla is grinning evilly, knowing it's only pissing the fiery Latina off even more, who currently has her jaw clenched and looks ready to kill.
"Entertain you?! You just let yourself in and started performing one of your drab shows!"
"Drab shows?!" Kyla shouts incredulously. "Drab show?! Grease is not just some drab show!"
Deciding to break this up before it gets any worse; Ashley clears her throat, "Umm… guys?"
Instantly, Ashley realizes this was a mistake as she is tackled into the door by her shrieking sister, while Madison shoots her one of the looks that helped create the saying 'if looks could kill.'
After squishing her sister to death, Kyla pulls away, "Honey, I'm home!"
Letting out a frustrated growl, Madison grabs a stack of papers and disappears upstairs, mumbling under her breath the whole time, making sure the words 'lunatic and obnoxious' were heard.
Wasting no time, Ashley grabs her sister's hand, tugs her over to couch and pulls her down. "Okay Kyla, time to explain why you are here and not doing your show."
Kyla rolls her eyes, "If I didn't know how much lack of patience you have I think I'd be slightly offended right now that you haven't asked how I am…"
"Kyla…"
"Well… I quit the show."
"You what?!"
Sighing, Kyla shifts until she's comfortable and crosses her legs. "I just needed a break."
"Kyla you never need a break, if anything people need a break from you, not the other way around… so what's going on?"
Smiling sheepishly, she shrugs, "Ok so maybe by I need a break I mean that I'm pregnant…"
