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"Uh…I-well, um…hi?" Ashley stammered. I think I should disown you. Seriously, shut your mouth. You look like a fish.
The blonde seemed to be in shock before her head shook slightly in a nod. The people surrounding the two started the meeting, utterly oblivious to the unwavering connection the two girls were sharing.
A stout man stood up and cleared his throat, "Miss Carlin has just recently flown here from Ohio and has expressed interest in producing music so her uncle allowed her to co-produce an album. Since it was requested that the artist be one of her own peers, Mr. Roland hand picked you. I understand that this is on very short notice, but I presume that there is no problem. The living arrangements are as follows: Mr. Reynolds has purchased an apartment for both girls and the two are to live together. It is hoped that Miss Carlin will be shown around by Miss Davies seeing as Mr. Reynolds is leaving for Italy this afternoon. Miss Carlin, your belongings have already arrived at the apartment and Miss Davies, your belongings are being moved as we speak. I have left two sets of keys as well as the address at the front desk, and you can pick them up when you are leaving. Are there any questions?" The man looked at the two girls expectantly.
Ashley was the one to break the eye contact as she whirled her head to look for the source of the question. She noticed that she was now sitting next to the blonde, but had no memory of even pulling out a chair. She looked up the man waiting for her question and opened her mouth to speak.-
"Huh?" Oh god, shoot me now. Just clos- stop- Please be quiet, before someone mistakes you for Shakespeare. "I mean, could you repeat the question, Mister-oh, sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." See! Coherent sentences are so much fun!
"It's alright. I'm Adam Crimms, but please, just call me Adam. I asked if you had any questions about the living arrangements."
"Living arrangements?"
"Yes, well, I just mentioned that you two will be living together and that you can pick up the address-"
"Hey, woah! Wait a minute! Living together? That'll be-"
"The best thing to do?" The blonde interjected. Ashley turned to look at the stunning beauty next to her, entranced by how beautiful a voice could sound before becoming enthralled in her beauty once again. "I completely agree with you, Miss Davies. Is this the end of the meeting?" When Adam had begun another explanation, this time about recording schedules, and guest artists, the beauty turned to Ashley, and in a low voice, just above a whisper, smiled, "Hi."
Ashley's mouth opened but couldn't manage to give the blonde a reply. The younger girl giggled before turning her attention back to Adam. Ashley turned to see Adam concluding the meeting and Mark, shaking his hand, thanking Adam for this opportunity.
"I have some more things I'd like to explain to you. They're just technicalities and formalities that will just bore the two girls." Adam directed towards Mark, who nodded, before the two walked out together to discuss the finer details.
The two girls sat quietly, both stealing glances of the other, hoping to find the answers to the questions neither could find courage to voice. Ashley? The girl that you have incessantly been thinking about is sitting next to you. DO SOMETHING! Ashley turned to the girl next to her, "The name's-"
"Davies. Ashley Davies. I, uh, well, I know." The girl smiled sheepishly. "Well I didn't know it was you, I just knew that Davies was the name of the artist I was going to be working with but-" The girl stopped herself before taking a deep breath and exhaled, "I'm Spencer Carlin."
Ashley smiled at the girl and held out a hand. "It's nice to meet you. Spencer," she said, trying the name on her tongue. Spencer reached out her hand to take Ashley's when Ashley's phone went off. Ashley frowned, pulling her hand back, as she often did when her phone rang, before answering the phone. She turned toward Spencer and mouthed a silent "Sorry" before resuming her conversation.
"Yes, I got it. We're leaving right now and we'll get there in fifteen minutes. Yes, Mark, I know," Ashley spoke into the phone, making faces at it, while half-listening as her agent speaks. A loud muffled yelling sound suddenly came out of the phone followed by Ashley yanking the phone away from her ear and holding it out at arms length, while eying the small device as if it was meant to blow up at any moment. Spencer raised an eyebrow at Ashley's reaction and smirked, before reaching over to take the phone from Ashley.
"Sorry, Mark, but Ashley and I are leaving for the apartment now, and then we're planning to go out for lunch. That's alright, isn't it?" Spencer listened to the reply, and nodded. "Great. Thanks Mark!"
Ashley just stood there, dumbfounded at the sheer "Spencer-ness" exuding from the girl. Spencer closed the phone and held it out to Ashley, who silently put it away. This is not the Ashley Davies that parties every night. Maybe this girl is bad news. Does she even remember seeing you? Well, of course she does, I mean, who could forget you. But, still, maybe you shouldn't say anything about the night two years ago. You're a future rock star. Sex icon. THE Ashley Davies. You don't even have an album out yet and yet you're still recognized everywhere. After all that online exposure, your dreams are coming true, just don't get distracted okay? Ashley. Ashley? ASHLEY?! You're not listening to me, are you? I can't believe this. I'm YOUR thoughts, inside YOUR head, and you're IGNORING me! Is that even possible?
"Ashley?" Spencer snapped her fingers in front of Ashley's face, causing her to blink and take Spencer into focus. "You kind of checked out on me. You ready to leave?"
"Uh…yeah. Let's go. Oh wait, I drove here, so how are we-"
"I'll just ride with you," Spencer said easily, before stopping herself, and looking up at the brunette shyly. "If that's okay, I mean, I can always get a cab."
"No! Don't worry! I can go ahead and drive you. I just didn't know what you wanted to do, that's all," Ashley spoke rapidly, curious of why the blonde would become so shy and unsure of herself at times, and why she, herself, was so keen to comply with anything the blonde said. "Let's go ahead and leave now so we can check out the apartment."
"Then head out for lunch?" Spencer smiled sheepishly, "I haven't eaten all morning," she explained while patting her stomach.
"Yeah, sure," Ashley agreed while laughing and opening the door to let the blonde walk through. The walk to the elevator was silent but by the time the destination was reached, Ashley was well on her way to hyperventilating. Spencer cast a confused glance at Ashley, but said nothing and walked through the doors and waited for the brunette to walk in as well.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Right foot. Left foot. You made it up here in this contraption; you'll make it out alive going down too. BREATHE! Ashley pressed up against a corner of the elevator and squeezed her eyes shut. Going up in elevators was one thing but going down in them was the worst. She had always imagined the cable snapping on the way down rather then the way up, despite all the arguments she had heard against this belief. Suddenly she became very aware of a presence near her. She felt warm and whole, and alive. Ashley opened her eyes and immediately drowned in the deep pure oceans in front of her. With great determination and resentment, she surfaced from the intense blue, and her eyes traveled slowly down the blonde's face, taking in the porcelain skin, the button nose, and her full lips. Those lips. Oh, for God's sake, do not even start with me. She has STRAIGHT stamped on her forehead, hun, get over it. She's saying something to you so you might want to pay attention.
"-fine. Just take deep breaths. We're already on the third floor, so we'll be down on the floor soon. Why didn't you say anything about not liking elevators? We could have taken the stairs. "
Ashley took a moment to compose her thoughts; however it was not because of the elevator she was in, but, rather the close proximity Spencer occupied. She opened her mouth, but with her throat as dry as it was, she closed it, swallowed hard and spoke, dry and low, "Stairs closed."
Spencer smiled at the girl and pulled back slightly, while Ashley, who reflexively smiled back, much more at ease now, let out a sigh. A lock of hair fell out of her messy bun and onto her face, but before Ashley could reach up to tuck it behind her ear, Spencer's hand shot up and she took the curl in her fingers and pushed it behind Ashley's ear, barely brushing her cheek with her fingers. Her hand lingered on Ashley's cheek for half a second too long, but Ashley was not one to complain. Her entire body was on fire and her mind was clouded with thoughts of Spencer. DING! Spencer jumped at the sudden noise and turned to see the doors open and faced Ashley smiling.
"See, I told you we would make it," She said over her shoulder, while walking out of the elevators.
Ashley lingered in the elevator, a second longer, missing the warmth and completeness she had felt, with Spencer by her side. She had never felt this way before. She didn't think that she could stand on her own two feet but she had never felt stronger in her life. This girl. She just brushed your cheek and you're acting like you've run a marathon. Get a hold of yourself, no one likes a mushy rock star.
Ashley reached up to touch the side of her cheek before taking in the fact that she was still in the elevator, at which point she bolted out the doors. As she came up closer to Spencer, she could see the girl was on the phone and obviously distressed by the looks of it. Don't eavesdrop, Sherlock. Go get the apartment keys and the address and leave her alone. Ashley sighed, and walked over the front desk and picking up the items she needed. She looked back at Spencer, who was animatedly arguing, and turned back to the lady at the front desk.
"Could you please tell that girl right there, that I went to go get the car, and I'll be back in a second? My name's Ashley Davies and she's Spencer."
"Ashley Davies? Oh! Ma'am, you wait right here, we'll go ahead and send someone to bring your car."
"No, that's okay. I'll get it myself, just tell Spenc-"
"Yes, of course I will! Don't worry about a thing!"
Ashley shook her head and walked out the doors and down the street quickly reaching her car. The dark red Mustang GT was her baby and Ashley was very meticulous about taking care of the car. She settled in the driver's seat and turned on the radio. As the engine roared to life and settled into a low rumble, Ashley smirked "Like I would ever let anyone else drive you." She put the car into drive and pulled out onto the road, heading back to the studios. Spencer walked out the doors when seeing Ashley's car and Ashley marveled at the emotion that had overcome the young girl's face. Spencer appeared broken, lost, and on the verge of tears, but the second she made eye contact with Ashley, her disposition changed, taking on a look of happiness and excitement.
"So I took a look at the address of our new home and it's only ten minutes from here, so we'll stop by and check that out, but, Spencer?" Ashley turned to look at the blonde and continued, "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, of course it is! Why wouldn't it be? I love this song!" and with that Spencer turned the radio up, ending the conversation.
Author's Note: The apartment scene and the lunch is next…please review! It makes me happy and feel free to give me any ideas! Thank you:)