You guys, don't shoot me lol. This update should be WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY longer, but unfortunately, I only have so much time to write lately. You see, I'm going out of town tonight until next Saturday, and won't be reachable via the internet :(( so I thought, to tide you guys over, I'd write a nice little...fluffy chapter :))

FOF TIME!!!

LipstickLullabies: We are two of a kind, sweetheart. The first time I heard Hayley's voice...well, I'm pretty sure I died and went to heaven :)) Seriously, she has the most perfect, unique singing voice, and such an amazing personality! *sigh* It really doesn't get much better. and awww, you're too sweet for calling me amazinggg. trust me, if you're in love, I'm the one swooning over here ;))

NOTxINx2xLABELS: Ahhhh shucks, you're awesome for reviewing everything! I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint, even if it's rather short :-//

s0nFan16: Well, I'm glad you thought the kiss was steamy! I think I suck at writing sexy stuff, haha.

Baley-fo-life: Kyla could be lying. That's all I'm going to say ;))

esc15: YAY!!! ANOTHER HAYLEY LOVER! We should just form a club. Forget the formalities, let's all just obsess over Hayley :)) lol glad I could make you smile! Hope this chapter is okayy.

And lastly, this chapter is dedicated to a very special reviewer, tbplrbear1, for two SUPER LONG, SUPER SWEET REVIEWS! Flattery gets very far with me, and wow. You REALLY made me blush. I think it's amazing that we can make each other blush lol. My screen name...yes, well...it is rather suggestive lol. Your thesaurus is my favoriteee. I hope that even though this chapter is short, you'll still love me because I love you! :))

Next week on Sunday, COUNT ON A REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY OBSCENELY LONG CHAPTER being posted :)) I promise guys!

Hope this one isn't too bad. Love you all!

P.S. anyone want to be MySpace friends? I swear I am not a creepy stalker lol. :))

Chapter 4: Time of the Season--Ben Taylor

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"So what did Kyla see at lunch today?" I asked, trying to sound casual as I diced some vegetables for the pasta I was cooking. Ashley frowned at the pepper she was holding, but I knew that the small wrinkle between her shapely eyebrows was probably caused by my question rather than her utter disgust for human food.

"Jake has been a reoccurring figure in her visions as of late," Ashley spoke thoughtfully, speaking to the pepper. "She's been seeing him near his old clan, yet he insists he harbors no notions of returning. She's just a bit worried. I know that's not the answer you were anticipating, but it's the truth, and I didn't inform you sooner because I wasn't aware that you had noticed."

Oh yes, because my constant fidgeting wasn't a dead give-away.

"I see." I served the pasta just as Arthur bounded hungrily into the kitchen. Ashley graciously excused herself from eating with us, and drifted into the living room.

"I talked to Matt today," Arthur announced, twirling noodles around his fork and shoving it into his mouth. "He invited us down to the reservation on Saturday for the football playoffs."

"Sounds fun," I said honestly, trying my best to sound indifferent. I wasn't going to get my hopes up about seeing Aiden; I knew I wouldn't be able to attend a werewolf party unsupervised. And by unsupervised, I meant sans-Ashley.

I could practically see her clenching her fists in the next room at the mere mention of going to Aiden's this weekend.

"I'm sure Aiden would like to see you," Arthur told me, concentrating on his plate. I huffed in response, and got up, taking my untouched plate to the sink.

When did my father suddenly acquire Ashley's mind-reading powers?

Speaking of my girlfriend, she appeared silently next to me, bumping my shoulder lightly as she grabbed a dishtowel. I nudged her back, and we shared a secret smile. I melted as her nose crinkled, and I heard her soft, musical chuckle.

I wanted to kiss her so badly.

She complied with my train of thought as if she actually could read my mind. Her deep, golden eyes scorched into mine for a moment before she closed them, leaned forward, and pressed her lips languidly to mine.

In front of my father.

I am so dead, but I don't care.

The sound of a shattering plate didn't even faze me as it slipped from my grasp, and I framed Ashley's perfect face in my soapy hands. She wrapped her leather-clad arms around my waist as the kiss continued to progress slowly, passionately.

For once, I didn't feel the need to push it.

I knew this shared moment was all about us, and suddenly, it didn't matter that she could kill me using no strength at all.

Ashley did break the kiss though. As usual.

She rested her forehead against mine, breathing deeply. Her sweet, intoxicating breath was making me dizzy, and I turned my head slightly to see my father staring at us in surprise, mouth agape. I could feel my own mouth twisting into a wry smile.

Speechlessness suited Arthur.

"Dad," I addressed him, wrapping my arms around Ashley's neck. "I've finished my homework, I've cooked dinner, the dishes are done, and I am no longer grounded. So, I'm going out, but I'll be back before ten-thirty."

Bold, Spencer. Boldness is key.

"What?" he sputtered, his fork clattering against his plate. "Where are you going?"

"Ashley's," I replied easily, and grabbed one of her hands from behind my back, tugging her towards the foyer. Arthur shook his head angrily, grunted, and stabbed his pasta with his abandoned fork. It wasn't an approval, but I had victoriously conquered the argument.

And naturally, I started to feel guilty immediately.

Before I started to apologize, I forced myself forward, pulling Ashley out the door. As soon as I heard the click of the lock, I captured Ashley's full lips with my own as her arms encircled my waist. Like a practiced, choreographed dance.

"Mmm," Ashley groaned, her warm velvety voice at least two octaves lower. "You're being awfully valiant this evening."

"Ha," I smirked. "Don't play innocent, Davies. You're the one who kissed me in front of my father."

And boy, what a kiss.

"I don't believe you resisted, or complained for that matter," she countered smoothly, lacing our fingers together, and leading me toward her Volvo. "Now come on, let's make use of your limited freedom. I'm sure Christine will be ecstatic to see you again."

And just like that, I forgot about everything else.

Like I always do with Ashley.

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Okay, if it sucked, don't kill me lol. I SWEAR, I'll have a long one up by next Sunday.

Those of you that don't hate me after this...I love you!

HAYLEYWILLIAMSISSEXYY,kaybyeguys:))