Hey ya'll! I apologize for the ridiculously long delay. I also wanna say that you guys are completely awesome! Your guys' reviews have been an extreme encouragement so thanks.

And in other news…my main computer crashed a few months back so most of what I initially had for chapter 4 is now lost forever. I had decided hey why not just save the document to Word on the computer instead of saving it to your flash drive like you normally do.

OK! That's an incredibly stupid idea but what the hell.

I figured it's a Saturday; the computer's not going anywhere. So I did, like a dumbass and now I can't retrieve the file because the computer won't even load. So I'm just complaining to you because I'm kinda pissed. But whatever. I'm ranting. But I'm back and since school has started up again, my focus might be split a little but I won't abandon this story, so don't worry. X)

Now going back in time like a millennia ago…chapter 2, I think it was, back to when Spencer had her auditions, I just want to bring it to everyone's attention now that I know that the audition didn't play out the way a normal audition would go. Mostly because I thought it would be fun for Spence and Ashley to have that little scene together and because I'm still trying to figure out the details regarding the play that they're going to be doing, which is why they didn't run lines from scenes from said play. Get it? No? You don't care? …*shrugs*

So I hope you enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think. If you have any comments on what you think's going to happen or whether or not I'm totally butchering this fic…let me know. But kindly…yes please tell me kindly that I'm butchering this story. Lol. Jk.

amorvacio22: Oh and we wouldn't want that now would we. I'll try to post more so you don't get cranky, k? Oh and for the record you post like crazy fast so yeah…me? I'm slow and steady. Like a turtle…but a cute turtle. I'm like a cute teenage ninja turtle. So there! Oh yeah!

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Baley-fo-life:Please don't die. I'd be sad and I wouldn't have your wonderful reviews. *Blush* Magic you say? Wow. Well thank you! I try. ;) *tries to act smug*

Yeah. Chels and Xander aren't going anywhere. They remind me too much of my friends. Lol. I like it when they fight. It amuses me.

brokenheartedmhe:Thanks. You too!

Airickuuh:Of course you have to point out the typos. *rolls eyes* Thanks for reading it sweety!

uluveme:Thank you. Lol. I just like scaring the bejeezes out of Spencer. Plenty more adorable bonding moments to come.

maeisforlovers:You're completely awesome for reading each chapter and reviewing everyone afterwards. You are so one of my favorite readers now! ;) And yes, the name Xander is from Buffy. I thought the name suited the character in my head; goofy, kind of annoying, but still lovable in a strange way and he's totally whipped. All the girls have him wrapped around their fingers but he still feels the need to declare that he's still a masculine macho guy. Which is what I wanted when I thought of MY Xander. And Ringo Starr is…ugh! But if you like him more power to ya I guess.

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katshark:We might hear Ashley's point of view but I wouldn't hold my breath that it'll happen in the next couple chapters. Maybe when we finally get a better feel for Ashley she may be willing to speak her mind, but for right now the focus is all on blondy.

Enjoy!

When Ashley and I finally arrived, Kyla very eagerly wrapped me up in a bone crushing hug and I was instantly reminded of Chelsea's rib-cracking ones. Ms Wyler stayed silent in the booth as Kyla laughed and resumed her previous seat next to her. I slid into the booth on the other side of Ms Wyler as Ashley slid in next to me. I was a tad nervous about that but I didn't let it show. The fact that Ashley's warm thigh was touching mine was melting my resolve slightly, sending the butterflies in my stomach into overdrive.

"I'm glad you came, Spencer." Kyla says grinning from ear to ear.

"Me too. This place is cool. It's got an easy vibe to it. Real hip but retro at the same time. " I say observing the stylish décor of the diner. 'Diner' doesn't even seem like an appropriate word for this place. With the right lighting it could pass for a night club easily.

"That's exactly what Ashley said when we first found this place. We've been coming here for years."

"Yep. Ky and I are devoted regulars. I'm a happy slave to his amazing cuisine and Ky's addicted to his awesome sauce." Ashley says, pointing a thumb in Kyla's direction. My brow furrows. Awesome sauce? Kyla sputters and waves her hands around frantically, trying to get the words out.

"The sauce! It's the sauce. He does something to his sauce that is so unbelievably incredible that my taste buds are rendered lazy and confused for hours. But happy confused. A satisfied lazy." Kyla smiles dreamily. I chuckle and shake my head.

"You sound like an addict." Ashley says.

"No. Not like an addict…okay it's addictive but…I can quit it whenever I want. I don't need it. Even though I might go crazy and start ripping my hair out…I can kick it anytime I want. Addict? Pfft. Not even." Kyla says.

"I'm not even going to touch that one. You've done all the damage all on your own."

"Shut your mouth. You're spewing bullshit all over the table."

"Oooh did I hit a nerve, sis?" Kyla stares daggers at her sister. If looks could kill…

Ms Wyler was silent next to me. I felt bad that I hadn't taken notice of her till now. She had been quiet this whole time that I wondered if maybe I was saying too much. Ashley shook her head, smiling at her sister. I grinned at the beautiful brunette as she took another bite of her Chocolaty Chocolate Fudge Sunday. That thing looked awesome. I added more rainbow sprinkles to mine, can't have too many, before taking a generous bite.

"I knew the offer of ice cream would get you." Kyla said to me with a knowing look.

"The thought of something chocolaty in any situation gets me, every time. It's my kryptonite."

"Good to know." Ashley said. I gasp in mock horror.

"Crap. You all know my weakness. Now people are going to start throwing candy bars at me and laughing maniacally. I'm dooooomed." I say as I rest the back of my hand against my forehead, sighing oh so dramatically.

Eat your heart out Broadway.

Kyla chuckles and rolls her eyes while Ms Wyler looked amused. Ashley laughed; her sound soared in the air like a dove in flight, graceful and beautiful. It was still kinda goofy, I thought. But it's what made it even more endearing. It was Ashley's laugh and I enjoyed the music for as long as the melody was willing to play. My thoughts instantly went back to the car ride over here. When Ashley was giggling and I found myself wanting to hear the sound even more. I did everything to keep that sound lingering in the air. Funny faces, exaggerated facial expressions, crazy hand gestures. You name it, I did it or it was filed in the back of my head to try it at least once to see her response. I wanted to hold it close to me in that car and never let it go…and it kinda…almost got us killed but I still don't regret it. Insane as that probably sounds.

"Sweet. Now that I know your secret you have to do everything I say without fuss or I'll poke you with a Twix bar. Prepare for the torture." Ashley says, poking me in the arm with her finger. Then she poked my side and I squealed. She did it again and I laughed louder. I tried to get away from her but to no avail. I was trapped between Ashley and Ms Wyler. She used all of her fingers this time, tickling me mercilessly. I wiggled around the booth, trying to avoid her devious fingers but there was no where I could go. I giggled and then grunted in frustration when I finally sucked in enough air to breathe. Her smirk widened and that's when I decided that she was the devil. She was tickling me without mercy. I couldn't do anything in my defense but accidentally run into Ms Wyler, but she didn't say anything though and I felt her scoot a little closer to Kyla. Trying not to get in the way. Thanks for the backup. Not.

"You…SUCK!" I told her with my eyes shut tight. My laughter got louder and I did my damnedest to stifle it but it was just pouring out of me, taking the sweet oxygen with it. Ashley wasn't letting up and had found a very sensitive tickle spot on my hip. I was a goner. Putty in her hands. Doomed. Yay me!

"Ashley? Please stop torturing Spencer. Poor thing is starting to turn purple." I heard Kyla say. Yes Ashley. Let's stop torturing poor Spencer. She's starting to see spots behind her closed eyelids…and ya' know…she likes breathing. She loooves breathing. Be a doll and stop. Pretty please?

"I think she looks cute in purple." Ashley said. I could just imagine her devilish grin. How have I not noticed your horns before? Oh yeah. I was too busy looking at her-

"Ashley." Kyla says in a tone.

"Fine…party pooper." Ashley mumbled the last part, but stopped her tickle assault. I was still laughing my ass off though. I was finding it hard to stop as I could still feel the sensations. I could still feel her fingers under my shirt; tickling my hip. I took deep breaths and did my best to calm down. I knew she wasn't touching me anymore but I swear I could still feel it, her sneaky fingers. I think the loss of oxygen affected my brain.

"So now that we've gotten that out of the way…you okay, Spence?" Kyla looks at me. I nod my head. I felt like I had just gotten down from a high. My ab muscles felt sore and my cheeks felt tingly and warm.

"How did the auditions go?" I said, trying to change the subject. Kyla crossed her eyes and groaned.

"Horrible! Two people ran off stage, one of them threw up, another girl actually fell off the stage; that Kendra chick probably gave me nightmares for a week, only three guys showed up and they were all hooooorible." She says frowning. I blinked.

"That sucks." Kyla shakes her head and waves her hand dismissively.

"It's not a problem. I think I have a way to fix that last part and it might even be a better alternative." She says cryptically. I furrow my eyebrows at her. Yeah I have no idea what she's talking about either.

"What does that mean exactly?"

"I'll tell you later. Do you remember in Mr. Cruisso's class, I was always writing in my notebook and one day you asked me what I was working on and I told you I didn't know yet?"

I nodded, just barely recalling the memory.

"Well, I was writing this play and now I have an opportunity to see it come to life. I have a chance to see it talking and walking; living and breathing on stage. Call me picky or whatever but I want it to be perfect. I want the right people for it. Ashley got the part, not because she's my sister but because she's so expressive and genuine all on her own. She's my 'Misty'. She's right people."

I'm impressed. Kyla is serious about this; passionate. I can hear it in her voice. I smile warmly at her and nod my head.

"I get it. But I mean not everyone is going to be perfect for the role you want fulfilled. I'm not trying to rain on your parade or anything I just think that everyone should have an opportunity to be up on stage whether or not their right for a specific role or not." I say looking at Kyla. She opens her mouth to say something but doesn't get the chance.

"She has a point Ky." Ashley says.

"I'm gonna have to agree on that too sweets." Ms Wyler looks over at Kyla and rubs her upper arm in what I'm guessing was a reassuring gesture.

"Why aren't you taking my side? I thought I was your favorite?" Kyla pouts. Ms Wyler smirks at her and squeezes her arm again before putting it down on the table.

"I am on your side but I'm trying to be fair too. Spencer's right though, everyone should have an opportunity to shine on stage." Kyla juts out her lip more.

"Ugh. Fine. I'll be fair. But if they throw up on stage again I'm going to be there with a pointed finger telling you I told you so."

"Sounds good to me. Just don't scare anyone. We wouldn't want the freshman to pee their pants because they're not used to Kyla's Sue Sylvester voice." Kyla rolls her eyes at her sister and stuck her tongue out.

"I do not have a Sue Sylvester voice. You don't know what you're talking about."

"All that's missing is a flashy track suit and a megaphone."

"I'm ignoring you. I'm ignoring you right now for my own sanity." Kyla rubs her temples.

"What san—"

"Shut your face Davies."

"I was only—"

"Why are you still talking?"

"Because I—"

"That was a rhetorical question, slow sister of mine."

"Hey! Who you calling—"

"Make her stop talking. Please. I'm begging you." Kyla says to an amused Ms Wyler. I'm trying really hard to keep from bursting at the sisterly interaction. I wonder if this is what Glen and I look like?

"So how do you think your audition went?" Kyla says, ignoring her sister again.

"Um…good, I think." I say taking a large bite of my delicious ice cream. It was drowning in hot fudge, and it was heavily loaded with all things amazing. A measly cherry sat on top and it looked insignificant all by itself. Rodney, the owner of Sweet Spot (yeah the name didn't sound sexual to me either), made sure to pile it on. He's known Ashley and Kyla for years now and he always gave the girls a discount when they came in and makes sure to add a little extra to their desserts. And when I say 'little' it's an understatement. I liked him already. He was a tall beefy guy with spiky blue hair and twinkling green eyes. He said he was only twenty-three but his size made him look older.

"I mean, you're the director. How do you think I did? Be honest." Kyla was smiling. She was always honest.

"I thought you were great and no I'm not just saying that. When you were up on stage, at first you looked nervous like you didn't really want to be there, but when you and Ashley started that scene it was like you were a completely different person…and you were. Spencer wasn't on stage anymore. She became…"

"Luce." Ashley finishes. I feel her looking at me, her eyes burning my skin and lighting my insides on fire, my heart speeding rapidly like a car accelerating without going anywhere.I blushed.

"Either I've got a split-personality I didn't know about or I was actually believable." I smirked.

"You were definitely believable," Kyla says. "You were in the moment and I believed everything you were saying. I didn't question that what you were saying was just an act because I believed it. I didn't see Spencer on stage. I saw Luce on stage…and that's why I want you to be the lead in the play." Kyla says.

I nodded along to what she was saying, taking a moment to let everything absorb. That's when it finally registered. What?

"What?"

"You were in the moment and I believed—"

"No…I mean the last part. You want me to be the lead? But I thought Ashley had that part and she was all cool and spectacular with that title. I thought she had that title engraved in her arm, I don't want to take that away from her." I said.

"Your not. There are two main characters. Misty and Colby." She explained.

Colby?

"Colby?" I raise an eyebrow at her. Why did that suspiciously sound like a name intended for a guy? Oh right, because it is.

"Yes, Colby." She said in that familiar tone that Ashley had used earlier when I teased her about Brandi. The tone that sounded like she was annoyed but was just her way of being sarcastic. Déjà vu anyone? She smiled.

"Misty and Colby are perfect for each other just like you and Ashley are perfect together on stage. You're my 'Colby'."

I love you too.

Why was I not so thrilled about this anymore?

Oh right…my mother.

So what did you think? Good? Bad? Feel free to leave suggestions of what you may want to see happen in the story. I'm open to just about anything. Till next time! XD