AN: still down own anything

Chapter 3

*NOPOV*

Meanwhile, Across LA, in a cemetery on top of a hill. It looks over the ocean. Exactly what one man that was buried there didn't want. He wanted to be spread along the Sunset Strip, where he lived most of his life. There is a girl who is kneeling down in front of the headstone with the cool granite against her head. As another girl is standing just behind her. They are both visibly crying, painfully mourning the loss of their loved one.

*APOV*

I keep my eyes closed as I start to sob, wiping my eyes as I feel Kyla's hand on my shoulder. Trying to give me some kind of comfort. I squeeze her hand gratefully she gets the hint that I need to be alone "I'll be in the car when you're ready" She kisses my head then the top of the headstone, running her fingers along the top. "Love ya dad" I make sure she's out of earshot before I start speaking. "Fuck dad, I miss you so damn much. Kyla does too. I'm not sure what to do anymore. I'm so fucking lost daddy." Ah good ole' Raife Davies, the rock and roll god. The last time I saw him was the first time him and Spencer met. It was for my birthday. He gave me his leather cut. I wear it every night I'm on stage. Honestly if it wasn't for him I'd never be doing what I am. Music was everything to him. "I just wish you were here to see me on stage. All I ever wanted was for you to be proud of me. I need advice dad. I need your guidance. Please... please just come back. I'm begging you."

My legs no longer being able to support me, I turn my body and lean back against the headstone. Resting my head back against it as I try to calm down again. A few moments pass and I wipe my eyes taking a deep breath "as you can tell I really fucked up with Spencer. I know you liked her. I remember you pulling me aside and you told me to marry that woman." I laughed bitterly at the memory. I did the exact opposite. When you died I couldn't deal. I left, I ran and I broke her heart. I haven't seen or talked to her in over two years, but after tonight I'm here to record my next album. I'm going to make this right. I'm going to do whatever it takes to get her back, no matter what." Stands back up and looks back at the grave "I love you daddy, I'll make you proud of me one day." I walk away not looking back. When I reach the car I grab my sunglasses and my phone. "I'm going to head to the beach. I need to clear my head and the pier is the best place to do it." Throwing my sunglasses over my tear filled eyes, coming up here is never easy. Kyla grabs my hand and looks up at me "Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to come with you" I shake my head "Naw, you go spend time with that boy of yours. I'm sure he's missing you. I'll be fine, promise." With that I turn around and start making my way down the hill only to turn around when I hear Kyla yell an 'I love you' Smiling I wave and yell "I love you too sis."

*SPOV*

Sighs and throw my headphones on the table. I'm so sick of this shit. These guys are all idiots and they only know half of the lines. Thankfully the scenes are almost over. "CUT! Fucking a guys, there's no emotions. Matt, your characters girlfriend just died. He loved her. So get your fucking shit together. Take a break, everyone figure your shit out. We have plenty of daylight left so be ready in an hour or so." I get up and grab my ipod and my still camera out of my trailer before quickly walking off set before anyone can stop me to ask some stupid question.

*APOV*

Takes my chucks and socks off, smiling as my feet hit the sand. Nothing beats Cali beaches. Miami is nice but there's just a certain relaxation you get from LA beaches. Nothing can ever compare. I pull my hood over my head hoping no one will recognize me. I really don't want to deal with anyone at the moment. I look up seeing the pier in the distance. I look back down at my feet. Watching the water wash over them. I get lost in my thoughts about where I'm going to find Spence. I don't know where she's living now. All I know is that she's still here in LA. Apparently Kyla stays in touch with her. Maybe I'll grill Kyla before the show tonight. I'm pulled from my thoughts when I feel like I've just ran into a brick wall. I feel our limbs tangle in a familiar way. I shut my eyes tighter. Fuck, that vanilla smell. This girl smells just like Spence. Feels just like Spence. Damn it Ashley just open your fucking eyes. You're daydreaming. It's what this fucking city does to you. Open your damn eyes. I take a deep breath and hold it, taking off my sunglasses as I open my eyes. Surprised as I come face to face with the girl I fell in love with all those years ago. Face to face with the girl who I broke over two years ago, letting out my breath, "Spence?"

*SPOV*

I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves...

I smile as the lyrics of Cute is What We Aim For blasts through my headphones. Drowning out the world around me, looking at the world through the lens. Taking a few pictures hoping something will come out of it when I go to edit them later. Turning around and walking backwards. Closing my eyes and letting the breeze from the ocean blow all my worries, my cares away just for a little bit. Just as I turn around again I run right into someone. My camera and ipod flying a few feet away as I fall on top of the random stranger. 'Shit, Carmen is going to kill me if I just scratched the lens again.'

My blonde hair mixing with her short brown, a familiar lavender scent fills my senses as my heart starts to race. I sit there straddling her as I look at her. Noticing something familiar behind those dark sunglasses, 'No it can't be. Not here. Not today.' As soon as she takes off the sunglasses my heart stops. I look into the eyes of the girl who destroyed me.

"Spence?"

Fuck, Fuck, shit... What do I do? It's really her. "I...uhhh. Can't…" Come on Spencer. Get your shit together. "I can't do this. Please don't follow me." I quickly get up and practically run back to the set. I hear her call out to me. That's when I realize that my camera and ipod are still in the sand next to her. Fuck, I'm gonna have to see her again, so not what I wanted. I quickly slam my trailer door shut and sit on the couch, covering my face with my shaky hands. Why the fuck is she here? Fuck, her last show of her worldwide tour is here. She's back, back in LA.

*APOV*

I just sit there watching her run, watching the love of my life run away from me. I guess it's what I deserve. I mean what did I expect, her to just fall back into my arms again? No, unfortunately life just isn't that easy. I see her duck into a trailer on what looks like some kind of movie set. I wonder if she is making her dreams come true and making movies. I run my hand through my mohawk. Making a mental note to get it trimmed again putting my sunglasses back on. As I stand to wipe the sand off my clothes I notice a camera and ipod haphazardly lying in the sand. I pick them up and look back up at the trailer. "Well sorry Spence, but it looks like I have to follow you." I slowly make my way to the set, with the ipod in my pocket, camera in one hand and my chucks in the other.

Just before I reach the steps to the trailer there's a hand placed on my shoulder halting me in my tracks "I'm sorry miss, but there's no press on..." I know that voice. 'Damn, how many people from my past am I going to see today?' I take my sunglasses off and take a deep breath. Mentally preparing myself for the brutal words that are about to come my way. I slowly turn around and smile a little bit. My smile fades when I see his hateful glare once he realizes that I'm far from a press member.

"Ashley fucking Davies. What the fuck do you want?" Yep, figures as much. I knew this was coming. I mean after all I did break his baby sisters heart. "Uh, hey Glen. It's nice to see you too. How've you been?" He grips my upper arm and moves me back so he's between me and the trailer door. "You need to leave Davies. Spencer wants nothing to do with you and frankly I don't either." Sighing in partial defeat "Please, just let me give her the camera back, its hers" He looks down at the camera then back up at me before snatching the camera from me. "Why the fuck do you have her camera?" Sighing and pushing my hands in my pockets "We literally ran into each other just a few minutes while I was walking along the water. Just please let me talk to her. I want to apologize for everything." He laughs hatefully and shakes his head "Not gonna fucking happen, you aren't going to ever see her. I'll give her the camera back. You need to leave now Davies. I'm calling security" I hold my hands up in defeat and I start backing up. "There's no need, I'll go." I look at the window next to the door and I see the shade move slightly. I raise my voice a bit "Spence, I'm so sorry. Please, I need to talk to you. I'm not sure if you still have my number, but it's still the same. If not, then you know where to find me. I'm back at my dad's old place. The key is still where it always has been."

I look back over to Glen and I nod slightly. He watches me leave and calls out "I won't let you ruin her again Ashley. She's finally okay. I won't let her contact you." I flick him off "She's an adult Carlin; let her make her own decisions. You might be able to keep me from her but you can't keep her from me."

I turn around and walk off the set, towards the pier. I pull out my phone and cigarettes. I dial a familiar number as I take a drag. "Hey Aiden...yeah I'm okay...Listen, I'm back in town to finish my tour. I'll be here for a bit. Meet me at the pier...I need a bag...I picked it back up. Please?...Kyla won't kill you if you don't tell her...Okay see you in a bit. Thanks."