Authors notes: So we are moving on to Ashley's pov. Hope you enjoy. As usual feedback is requested. I would love to here your opinions. Good or bad your reviews are appreciated.

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God I don't know how I got talked into going to this stupid Christmas party. I despise party's like this one. You know the party's where you gather a bunch of acquaintances and talk about kids, work, money, where your going for vacation, politics and my personal favorite plastic surgery. If this party were a pool. It would be a kids pool, that's how shallow it is. I swear, if I have to listen to one more debutante complain about her Streisand nose, or her flat chest I am going to scream.

How did I end up here? Well my best friend Kate and her girlfriend of three months Rachel force- invited me. I declined politely twice. They refused to take no for an answer. So here I am hiding out on a balcony. In the middle of winter. Waiting for my best friend, and her significant other to finally come to there senses. So we can leave. They've been taking turns manning the door, so I don't sneak out for the last hour. This is all Rachel's fault.

Usually Katie and I sit around on Christmas Eve eating cookies and having a Christmas movie Marathon. We do themes nights. Last year I was pushing for cartoons. How can you beat classics like Charlie Brown Christmas, The Grinch, and My personal favorite Frosty. Yes, I know technically Frosty is claymation. All right, back on topic. I wanted cartoons, but we ended up with the theme Oldies. Which sucks ass as a theme. It was Rachel's idea of course. Rachel has a thing for classic movies, and Katie has a thing for Rachel. So I got outvoted. Now a year later, I still am denied my awesome animation themed Christmas movie marathon, because Rachel has a Christmas Party.

I know you're confused. You're asking yourself. If Rachel's only been with Kate for three months then how did she manage to destroy your animation marathon last year? Well that's a long story so I will give you the short version. Last year this time Rachel was my girlfriend, soon to be fiancée. We split this summer and she started living with, and seeing Kate. I know what your thinking. 'Rachel's a traitorous Whore-bitch.'Am I right? Oh, and your probably hating on Katie right now to, but I want you to take a deep breath, let it out slowly, and move on. I have.

I barely ever think about the day Rachel came home and told me that she was in love with my best friend. Nope, almost never crosses my mind. I hardly recall wasting hours talking about my feelings to a couple's councilor, only to find out that Rachel was in love with Katie. "My best friend." Them kissing, doesn't constantly remind me of Rachel's cunt like treachery. Nope, not in the least. I've processed. I have evolved. I am fucking Buddha. A picture of serenity, and joyfulness.

Gods how I wish that were true. I know I should be over this. It's been six months. I don't think I even ever really loved Rachel. I mean sure I wanted to make it work. She's a catch. Smart, sweet, an animal in the sack, and just odd enough to keep me, interested. She's everything I thought I wanted. Minus some of her overtly anal personality traits.

I wanted to make it work because, I didn't want to fail. I know deep down Rachel wasn't looking to fall in love with Kate. Kate definitely didn't want to fall in love with Rachel. Kate fears intimate relationships built on love. Well, she did at least. After witnessing her parents miserable excuse of a marriage, I don't blame her for avoiding her feelings for Rachel.

So why am I having such a hard time getting over the fact that my ex is now dating my best friend? Well, maybe because it sound so, Wrong. Maybe because Rachel destroyed our plans for the future. Maybe I'm jealous, because they found the one thing I want, but seems out of my reach. Love.

Man, I hate it when my internal examinations of situations, lead to the realization that, I'm in the wrong. There's only one way I can think of to get me out of this conundrum. I'm through looking for love. I'm finished trying to force it. If it's out there it's just going to have to find me. Taking in a deep breath. I let it out, watching as it crystallizes in the cold December air. Calmness overtakes me for the time being. Who would have ever thought, Ashley Davis would be jealous of two people in love.

Turning back to the view before me. I take in the beauty of Central Park at Christmas. I hear the door behind me open. So Katie finally found my hiding spot. I'm surprised it took her this long. "So you finally found me?" I let out another long breath watching it distort my view of the beauty of the park.

"You don't sound like someone that wants to be found." There's an understanding quality to the voice. I start a bit and feel my cheeks flush. She joins me at the railing and looks out over Central Park.

"Sorry, I was expecting someone else." I give the blond beside me a sheepish smile.

"I gathered that. Considering I don't think we've been introduced." Her teasing tone is soft as a feather. I try to remember my manners for a moment. She smiles and extends her hand. "Hi I'm Spencer Carlin." Her, action reaches my brain. I take her proffered hand

"Ashley Davis nice to meet you Spencer." She chuckles at the formality in my voice.

"So are you hiding to? Or did you come out here for the view?" She shrugs

"Bit of both I guess." She tugs me to the door, by our still joined hands.

"See that girl over there." She says pointing at a latina standing about ten feet away. I nod. Spencer's, conspiratorial tone makes me smile.

"Madison, my sister in-law. I guess you could say I'm avoiding her, but I came out here for the view. Which one of these lucky people are you hiding from?" I point to Kate, and Spencer fallows my finger

"My friend Kate. The tall one standing by the door."

"Oh let me guess she wants to leave, but you're hiding because you're having so much fun you never want to go home?" `

"Kate and Rachel are taking turns at manning the door so I don't sneak out." I offer honestly

"Which one is Rachel?" I point out Rachel to Spencer. Biting at her bottom lip she scans my face contemplatively.

"Well Ashley I don't usually say things like this to people I don't know very well, but I feel in this situation it's required. Your friends are hot." I chuckle hollowly. Gently releasing Spencer's hand, I turn back to the view.

"So why are you avoiding your sister in-law?" Spencer fallows me resting her hands on the railing. She lets out a sigh.

"She's pregnant, and has babies on the brain. I mean, don't get me wrong I love Maddy. She's a good friend, but there's only so much baby conversations I can take." My laugh is real this time .

"Yeah. At least you weren't forced to listen to some girl named Megan go on, and on about having her Barbra Streihsand nose lopped off." Spencer sends me a soft smile.

"Megan's been insecure about her nose as long as I've known her. She was probably just anxious around you, and didn't know what to talk about. Spencer's eyes wander back across the park.

"You know Megan." I shake my head, and let out a disbelieving snort. I can't believe I just insulted a friend, of the one person at this party I have enjoyed conversing with. I can't help but ask "Why would she be anxious around me?" I look over at Spencer curiously

"This is my party Ash. I know everyone here. As for Megan's nervousness around you. Most of us mere mortals get anxious when we're in the presence, of a beautiful woman." I don't miss Spencer's compliment or her familiarizing my name. Somehow it doesn't bother me. It does however, highlight my rude behavior. I groan.

"You must think I'm such a arrogant bitch. I'm so sorry for insulting your party, and your friend." She smiles at me and lets out a chuckle.

"The thought did cross my mind, but I think I might be able to find it in myself to forgive you. After all I'm the hostess and even I had to get away." She smiles at me. I notice for the first time how beautifully disarming her smile is.

" I can go in and apologize to Megan, for saying she has a Striehsand nose, if you want." Spencer laughs again making me feel worse.

"I don't think, that will improve her self esteem Ash, but your remorse is dully noted."

We're quiet for a few minutes comfortably. Just taking in the view. Spencer's settles her eyes on me after a while. Just quietly observing. Her question catches me by surprise.

"Would you like to go out for coffee sometime?" I contemplate her offer. She seems nice. I was enjoying our conversation, before I stuck my foot in my mouth. Coffee might just be my chance at redemption.

"Are you sure you want to subject yourself to my lack of tact again?.. You're not a masochist, are you?" The last part slips past my lips before I can filter it. Spencer laughs. It's a hard good laugh. It's the kind of laugh that makes you blush from its purity, and smile involuntarily.

"No, Ash I'm not a masochist. I happen to enjoy your lack of tact. It's refreshing."

"Okay, well then definitely yes to coffee, but if while we're out for coffee you request a spanking, I'm leaving straightaway." Spencer laughs, that same jovial laugh, and shakes her head.

"You've got yourself a deal Ms. Davis."