"Unlike a certain pregnant Canadian, I really am at suicide risk," Spencer groaned into her phone, hiding a block down from Ashley's house. She had 5 minutes and 32 seconds until her 'appointment' with the photographer, Ashley Davies, whom she was supposed to accompany along her Eva Woods' photo shoot. She couldn't fuck up again; A) this was Ashley B) it was Eva Woods photo shoot C) it was Ashley.

"Spencer?" Kyla asked tiredly on the other line. Spencer's face deadpanned at Kyla's ironic response. She sat up in her 'comfy-ass' bed. "What're you doing up so early?"

"It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon," Spencer glanced at Ashley's door for no reason. She didn't even know what she wanted to see. "And nothing much, just stalking your sister's door step."

"Why?" Kyla laid back down. She had heard all about the Spashley tirade. Spencer showing up on Ashley's doorstep seemed pretty popular these days.

"The photography thing at King," Spencer answered. She could feel a migraine coming on, "Ashley is my mentor."

"Oh shit," Kyla laughed. She couldn't help it- Seriously, what were the chances of THAT happening? Maybe Spencer and Ashley are meant to be, "It'll be fine, Spencer."

Spencer rolled her eyes. She's heard that before. "What should I do, Kyla?"

"Be a good little student and show up," Kyla paused to rub her temples. As loyal as she was to her sister, she never took sides when it came to her and Ashley. In her opinion, Spencer and Ashley were both idiots.

"And then?" Spencer's legs were bouncing.

"Then be a good student and listen to your mentor," Kyla yawned as Spencer rolled her eyes. Kyla was always too straight forward for her liking. "And maybe even do the assignment. It's a project, Spencer. Not a date."

Spencer just made a face and hung up. Kyla was officially off her call-to-feel better list.

--

"Tilt your chin up a little," Ashley's camera was pushed in her face as she (again) stood above a half naked girl lying down on her floor. Nine other people were in the room, including her first 'intern' a.k.a one of the King projects. She was told she had another one, but she was just glad she didn't get Spencer. She'd seriously drop out of the project if she found that out.

"How do I look, Ash?" Eva Woods bit her lip as she laid under Ashley. She didn't really care that her boyfriend, assistant, manager and mother were in the room to hear her seductive voice head Ashley's way. Ashley and her were ex- fuck buddies; she could talk to Ashley however she wanted.

Ashley rolled her eyes behind her camera. This was why she hated having celebrity photo shoots; she always had to look out for her ex's. "You look great, Eva."

"Yeah, you look hot," Sue commented, a bit put off at Eva's tone. Was she flirting with Ashley? "So you do celeb shoots?"

"I do anything my manager hands me," Ashley got off of Eva. "You know those weird urban magazines that are like 10 bucks?"

"Yeah," Sue answered. She owned a few actually.

"I shoot most of them," Ashley handed her camera over to Sue. "Take a shot of her. Whatever angle you want."

"Really?" Sue smiled. How cool would it be having the photo that she took of Eva Woods on her MySpace page?

"Yep; that's what this whole thing is for m'dear," Ashley stepped aside and watched Sue try out different angles. The seductive look on Eva's face was more entertaining though. Her boyfriend didn't seem to notice.

"So you do this every day?" Now the camera was pushed into Sue's face.

"No," Ashley watched carefully as Sue took pictures of Eva. "I'm a creative director. I do short films, promotional posters, photo shoots, projects, everything. Anything my manager hands me."

"How is it?" Sue added 56 points to Ashley's 'cool meter'. "Must be fun."

"Yeah," Ashley agreed. "It's better than most jobs. Uhm, Our session is over though. "

"Oh," Sue stepped away from Eva, blushing for no apparent reason. She handed Ashley back her camera, whom just smiled at the young girl. "Do you know when our next appointment is?"

Ashley smiled. She liked Sue; she reminded her of Spencer. "Next week. I'll text you."

Sue nodded, smiling. In the beginning, she thought that this project would be a pain in the ass, of course figuring that all photographers were old French perverts. Now, she kinda liked it. She got her coat and left.

Ashley followed suit- desperately wanting the day to be over. One more kid, Ash, Just one more kid. She opened the door that was just shut by Sue, expecting to just see one body, but getting two instead. Her mind flipped once she recognized whom Sue was talking to… Once again, on her front door.

"What're you doing here?" Ashley sighed; she was really starting to get sick of this. As much as she loved Spencer chasing after her, she needed to be left alone. Spencer of all people should know that. Her ex just looked at her though- a blank, deer in the headlights look. Either she was awed in beauty, or just scared.

"Did you forget that I take Photography?"

Ah, fuck my life.

--

The girls sat in a circle. The lights were off, and there were pillows and candles everywhere to 'set the mood'. Being left alone all the time, Nicole never found time to buy new furniture after she burned her mother's old couches. Her dad gave her money to buy new ones, but she spent it on booze to piss him off. It worked.

Ashley sat in the corner of the circle, taking sips of her Jack Daniels- felling tipsy, but not drunk yet. She felt warm. She felt good. No one was drunk yet. Kyla, being the youngest (a.k.a least experienced) was the most 'incoherent.' She was laying into her fort of pillows, thinking about Johnny and all the butterfly babies they could create.

"Let's play the drinking game," Kyla grinned drunkenly, the alcohol taking over her voice box. She was almost screaming. "It'll be funnnn."

Sarah smirked from behind Nicole, whom she was holding. Her being the one with morals- wasn't very drunk yet. She always had a limit. "Let's play drunken truths."

"Oh fuck yeah!" Kyla yelled, thinking that Sarah just agreed with her. She only heard 'drunken.'

Kyla preceded to hand everyone a shot, which everyone downed once the tiny glass touched their frozen fingers. Ashley downed the shot, and chased it with a gulp of Jack. She didn't really care about the hangover she was going to endure the next morning, she needed to forget.

"Kyla," Summer leaned back into the pillows that surrounded her. Even though she was 100% homosexual, she always 'knew' that Kyla secretly kissed girls (Because apparently everyone knows that girls are the best kissers.) Ashley rolled her eyes at her ex- not wanting to hear about her sister's history.

"Uhhhh.." Kyla smiled, trying to remember everyone she has kissed. "Johnny, hands down."

"Ha," Summer made a face. Lame.

"Summer, who'd you lose your virginity to?" Nicole leaned further into Sarah, her head in her girlfriend's lap. She figured that long ago, that Summer (being the all American pretty girl) couldn't have lost her v-card to a girl.

"Jason Kelt," Summer answered, disgusted with herself even more than she would have sober. "He was horrible."

"Ew," the group, excluding Kyla (who was trying to think if she had kissed a Jason Kelt), groaned. Having sex with a boy seemed so… repulsive, especially with a douche bag like Jason Kelt.

"I know," Summer took the shot handed to her. "I think the facial hair turned me."

The other girls shrugged. Ashley had never been with a guy before, nor had ever been interested so she wouldn't know. Nicole couldn't remember a time where she wasn't in love with Sarah and Sarah never found anything about boys appealing.

"Sarah, who'd you lost it to?" Summer smiled drunkenly. She liked this game.

"This one over here," Sarah pointed to Nicole in her lap, whom smiled proudly. Sarah really expected them to know already, since Nicole told Ashley everything, and they did start dating their freshman year. "You better have lost yours to me, Nicole."

"Of course babe," Nicole kissed her girlfriend's chin smiling. "I'm no ho."

"Ashley?" Sarah smirked at the sullen brunette, whom looked like she was trying to be Edward Cullen. She probably was too, Ashley was feeling pretty good by now.

"She can't remember her name," Nicole laughed. Ashley glared at her, trying to remember why she was best friends with the girl. "Don't glare, I just answered the question for you."

"Shut up," Ashley took another sip of Jack. "Her name was… Erica."

"That was probably just your last night."

"Fuck off, Nicole."

"I used to think Kyla was hot," Summer admitted, now the alcohol in her veins were talking. She even sat up for it too, making it look like she was giving one of her presidential speeches. Kyla smiled as Ashley groaned; There was nothing worse than having your ex have a crush on your straight sister.

"I knew you were flirting with me," Kyla winked at Summer, not finding it a big deal.

"What? You and I were dating when you met Kyla," Ashley made a face at Summer, regretting coming over to Nicole's in the first place.

"That doesn't mean anything."

"I don't like this game."

"I liked you."

"Psh," Ashley took a long sip of Jack after her heard Summer's answer, officially drunk. "I'm still in love with Spencer."

Everyone just looked at Ashley, no one knowing exactly what to say. Of course everyone knew that she was, but they never expected Ashley to admit it- to them and herself. It was different hearing her actually say it.

"It's about time you admit it," Nicole smirked- feeling proud of her best friend. She knew this idea was a good one. "We were starting to think you forgot."

Ashley rolled her stubborn head to the side. How could you forget the stance of being in love? It was all Ashley ever thought about.

"What're you," Kyla burped. "Gonna do about it?"

"I'm gonna," Ashley fluffed the pillows behind her up, making herself a cozy little cave for herself, and probably Summer. She laid down. "Go to sleep, and then I'll wake up and think of all of Spencer's flaws so I can forget the fact that I'm in love with a girl I should hate."

The plan was impossible. Even Ashley knew it. As much as Ashley didn't want to believe she was in love with Spencer, she still couldn't find a single flaw Spencer had that she could think of.