A/N: This is a quick update. I am sitting in Multi Media class for 3 hours and nothing to do, so I decided to write this. It's a little rushed and mostly just a filler, but I hope you guys like it.

Chapter Six.

Mornin was the first text that I woke up to. It was sent almost an hour before I woke up.

As I was making my way to the kitchen I wrote back, Mornin ur up early.

To be honest, I didn't know what time she woke up.

I had it in my head that she would be the type to wake up later in the day, wanting to get every ounce of sleep possible due to a late night staying up and doing other things.

As I took a seat at the island I got a reply.

I looked down at my iPhone and smiled, Had meeting studio.

Fun.

"Are you texting Francesca?" Dad signed to me with one hand as he sat some fresh fruit in front of me.

I smiled at him picking up a slice of a peach, "No, a new friend."

He leaned against the counter, "Really? That's great! What's their name?"

I smiled down and looked at my phone, she had replied back.

"Ashley," I said typing in my reply back to her.

My Dad's smile widened even more, "That is really good honey. I was worried that this move would be really hard on you."

I frowned for a second before coming back to a normal face. "It is sorta hard to be honest."

It was the truth. The only person I really know is Francesca. It was really hard to make friends in High School, even hard if you are new and extremely hard if you are deaf. People see that as a way to think I am less of a person then them, and that means that I don't deserve the time of day.

High school wasn't the best place if you are a social reject, but it becomes better with the few close friends you have.

Dad furrowed his eyebrows, "I knew it would be hard on you. If we haven…"

I stopped him, "Dad, it may be hard but believe me when I say that this move was the best thing that ever happened in my life."

He smiled at me, "Does that have anything with this Ashley you are texting?"

I could feel my face flush and I ducked my head shyly for a moment.

I knew that right now wasn't the best time to tell Dad that I am talking about the Ashley.

One, the fact that it is the morning and I wasn't to much awake to have that sort of talk with him.

It was also super new to me and I am still getting used to the detail I was technically the girlfriend of someone I met barley thirty hours ago.

"Dad," I said composing myself. "I just think it's a lot more open here in L.A."

He nodded his head understanding where I was hinting out. "Of course, honey. As long as you're happy then so am I."

I smiled at him before getting the text from Francesca saying she pulled up.

"Gotta go, Daddy, see you later." I said kissing him on his cheek before running out the front door to Francesca's car.

"So, where were you yesterday?" Francesca asked me on our way to our green one class.

"Just sleeping," I replied so easily.

"God, I wanted too but Mom and Dad dragged me to the country club yesterday."

"Sounds fun," I said taking a seat at my desk and turning to look at her.

She grinned, "Okay, now, tell me everything that happened the other night in Ashley Davies' dressing room."

I grinned at that thought.

I never really told her about what went on between us. That spark of electricity that flowed through our eyes during the concert, the short but intimate talk in the dressing room, the spending the whole day with her yesterday.

I sorta liked keeping this secret my own.

"Oh, it was just a meet and greet." I explained. "She thanked me for coming to her concert and told me to come to more. She asked me what I thought about it and then that's when I left."

Francesca's eyes beamed with excitement, "God, you are so fucking lucky!"

I smiled cheekily, "Indeed."

She laughed at my silliness and then hurried and dug around in her oversized purse. "I got something for you while you was eyeing up Ms. Davies."

I smiled at her and watched her pull out a t-shirt. She handed the shirt to me and I examined it. It was an official concert tee for Ashley's unplugged even. It was nicely designed.

"Thank you," I said before pulling the shirt over my head to cover the pink tank I was wearing.

She smiled, "Perfect."

I watched her turn in her seat, figuring that class was now starting. I follow suit and pull out my iPhone. I hide it behind my bag that lay across my desk.

She wrote, Wat up?

Class, eww. U?

Yea, don't miss skool.

I kno! O, guess wat?

Wat?

I'm wearing ur concert tee.

rly?

yup

God I luv being on ur chest.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at that.

All eyes where on me.

I guess I should get used to it.

Yeah…meaningless chapter really but oh well.