It was after three in the afternoon when Spencer was shaken awake by Brian.

"Spencer wake up and get dressed," he whispered gently shaking the teen once more. "Ashley wants you downstairs."

"Okay," Spencer replied groggily wiping at her eyes.

"Alright I'll see you down there," he said before exiting the room.

After brushing her teeth, taking a shower and combing through her hair, Spencer made her way downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs Ashley stood with a big smile on her face. She was wearing tight ripped blue jeans, a taut mid riff black shirt and the captain's hat she wore yesterday. Her necklace as always, stood proudly around her neck, as did Spencer's.

"Good afternoon Angel," she greeted giving Spencer a gentle kiss.

"Hello," Spencer replied. She looked around briefly and took note nobody was in the usually packed house. "Where is everybody?"

"They're busy," Ashley answered with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"We're going to Vegas baby!"

Spencer's jaw dropped, "What!"

"We're going to Vegas," Ashley repeated with a smile as she placed a twin captain's hat on her shell shocked girlfriend's head.

"When," the teen answered in excitement.

"Tonight," she replied.

"We're leaving tonight?"

"That's right, the Beast is getting loaded up as we speak, we're heading out at about midnight, and we arrive in the morning. Then we sleep all day, and party all night!"

"What about my parents Ash, they'll never-"

"Babe," Ashley interrupted with a smile. "It's all taken care of. They had called earlier today while you were sleeping, I told Captain C that we were going to Disneyland and that we would be there all day. Then, I had Tom type up some emails that Benford is going to send off each day that we're gone. I even have some prewritten Disney postcards ready to mail off to your parents."

Spencer stared at her in awe. "You're amazing!"

"I know," the rocker replied with a smirk.

"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm going to Las Vegas," Spencer screamed wrapping her arms around Ashley's neck.

"You better believe it," Ashley yelled as she lifted Spencer up by the waist, the best she could, and carried her through the front door.

This brunette was just full of surprises. Excitement was in the air. Las Vegas, Spencer had never dreamed of going there, she had no idea what to expect.

"Hey Ashley," Ryan yelled from his seat in a lawn chair. "I thought you weren't supposed to carry Spencer over the threshold until you got married!"

Aiden, Eric, and Tom laughed, giving Ryan high fives.

Ashley rolled her eyes and set Spencer down, "I thought I paid you guys to do your job and not laze around when there's work to be done!"

Aiden shrugged, "We're taking a break."

"No you're not," Ashley replied clapping her hands. "Get to work, c'mon Trouble Makers, let's go! Move your harry asses!"

"I said you guys would get in trouble," Clay chuckled as he breezed past them, "Nobody ever listens to me though, the smart one."

The four groaned but got back to work without any back talk. Ashley's front lawn was alive with activity. There seemed to be people everywhere. The huge RV, a.k.a. the Beast, that was custom designed for Ashley stood in the driveway. The guys streamed in and out of it, loading suitcases, game systems, and cases of beer and Soda.

Spencer watched amazed as all the preparations carried out, "Wow Ash," she gasped as she saw the rocker's Porsche get loaded in the lower part of the RV like a sock in a drawer. "Do you always travel this way?"

Ashley laughed, "Yeah, pretty much. I don't like to fly at all, unless I absolutely have to so … we take the Beast. It's the best way to travel."

"Why so much stuff though," Spencer asked.

"Oh, it's just so I'll feel comfortable. Almost like I'll be at home, wait till you see the inside of the Beast, it's awesome," Ashley replied with a smile.

"I still can't believe all of this," the blonde whispered in awe.

"Believe it baby," Ashley said wrapping her arm around Spencer's shoulders.

Suddenly the rocker saw one of her employees drop a suitcase. "Hey," she yelled catching his attention. "Watch it Rick, that's Spencer's bag, you drop it again, I'll kick your ass, got me?"

Rick swallowed fearfully as the other guys around him "ooooed" at him playfully. "Sorry Ash," he mumbled as his face darkened with embarrassment.

Ashley busted out laughing, "It was a joke Rick, relax man," she chuckled out.

Rick nodded nervously as he continued packing up the bus. He didn't know if she was joking or not, you never know with Ashley. Her temper was off the charts.

Spencer smacked the rocker's stomach.

"Ow, what did I do?" Ashley whined.

"Don't tease him like that Ashley, he looked really scared," Spencer scolded.

"Oh c'mon it was just a-"

"It wasn't a funny one, it was just cruel."

The brunette pouted, "Sorry baby."

"Don't apologize to me say you're sorry to Rick."

"But-"

"Ashley," Spencer said sternly.

Ashley sighed dramatically, only for Spencer would she do this, "I'm sorry dude," the blonde elbowed her in the side. "I mean … I'm sorry Rick. That was wrong of me."

"It's cool Ash," Rick replied with a smile.

Eric walked past Ashley and made a whipping noise.

"Oh, screw you Eric," the brunette growled flipping him off. "At least I have a girlfriend!"

"Oh, burn," Ryan yelled as he howled with laughter. Kyla rolled her eyes in annoyance and smacked her boyfriend in the back of the head. "Ow! Hey!"

Just before midnight, everyone gathered around the Beast; it was time to say goodbye to any visitors the regulars were leaving behind.

Everybody shuffled onto the RV as Eric shouted out the window, "Vegas, here we come," and they hit the highway for Las Vegas, Nevada. Spencer didn't know what she was headed for, but she loved the idea of an adventure.

The teen's jaw dropped in astonishment when she gazed around 'The Beast'. The RV really was a home on wheels. Just beyond the driver's seat, where Ryan sat driving, was the living area which consisted of; three flat screen TVs, cream carpet, two black leather couches, and matching lazy boys on the side.

Next, was the completely stocked kitchen, in it there was; a full sized refrigerator, a mini bar, sink, dish washer, trash compactor, and a pantry. Spencer walked further down the RV where in the hall way there was six double bed sized bunks lined up on each wall.

At the end of the hallway was what Spencer assumed would be her and Ashley's bedroom. She tentatively opened the door to the master bedroom then she gasped. Inside there was a mini fridge, a full bathroom, a king sized bed, a window, a couch, and a chest to hold clothes. The whole interior was designed in beige and goldish cream colors.

Spencer jumped slightly when she felt two arms wrap around her waist from behind. She immediately relaxed when she realized it was Ashley embracing her.

"So, I see you've taken a tour of 'The Beast," the rocker whispered swaying their bodies side to side softly as she rested her head on her shoulder.

"It's amazing Ash," Spencer replied setting her hands on Ashley's.

"Just like you," Ashley said placing a light kiss on Spencer's exposed shoulder.

"You know," Spencer began as she turned in her arms. "This almost feels like a dream. Me being here with you, I've waited so long, and now that I'm here its …"

"Surreal, I know, I just want this to last as long as possible," Ashley replied giving Spencer a lingering kiss on the lips.

Spencer moaned into the kiss and ran her tongue along the rocker's bottom lip seeking entrance. Ashley opened her mouth and eagerly deepened the kiss. Unconsciously, the brunette slipped her hand under Spencer's shirt and set it lightly on the blonde's breast. The teen moaned her approval.

Suddenly the bedroom door busted open, "Hey Ash," Eric stopped mid sentence and gawked at the scene in front of him. "This is so hot," he yelled.

The couple jumped away from each other and stared at their hot and bothered male intruder. Ashley glared at Eric then shoved him, "What the hell are you are you doing in here?"

Eric shook himself out of his daze then answered, "Oh, um, Chelsea wanted me to tell you dinner was ready if you're hungry."

"Great," Ashley muttered. "Now, get out!"

"Alright, I'm going, I've already got all the eye candy I need to last me a good while," he gloated happily as he walked out of the room with a cheesy grin.

Ashley slammed the door behind him and then locked it. Tiredly she took a seat on the edge of the bed, "Have I told you he's a pain in my ass?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, don't forget it."

"He's not that bad," Spencer said.

"Yes he is," Ashley retaliated pulling Spencer onto her lap.

"No he is not," the blonde countered wrapping her arm around Ashley's neck, "He's just a really-"

"Big pain in my ass, I know," Ashley finished.

"You're so nice Ash," the teen joked sarcastically.

"I know," she replied with a smug smile. Then her brown eyes darkened with desire, "So," she purred seductively as she ran her hand up and down Spencer's thigh. "Where were we before the asshole showed up?"

The teen lowered her head and held her lips closely to Ashley's ear, "We were about …"

The rocker moaned involuntarily when Spencer started nibbling at her ear lobe. How the blonde knew instinctively that her ear lobe was her magic spot, she didn't know, but she wasn't complaining.

Ashley brought Spencer's face to hers and was about to bring them into a kiss but instead the teen pulled away, "Hey," the rocker whimpered with a frown.

"We shouldn't be doing this Ash, somebody else might walk in here," Spencer explained as her brow creased with worry.

"No, I locked the door."

"Still …"

Ashley groaned in disappointment. She sat silently for a while just staring into Spencer's eyes and then spoke, "Okay you're right." She replied with a shrug. "I'll just have to dose myself with cold water when we arrive at the hotel."

Spencer laughed lightly and took hold of the rocker's hand. "C'mon," she said as she dragged the brunette out of the room and into the kitchen.

"You're gonna love Chelsea's cooking Spencer, she's the best chef I know," Aiden stated shoving some more food in his mouth.

Chelsea rolled her eyes, "I'm not that great."

Clay kissed her cheek lovingly, "Yes you are."

"Aw you guys are so sweet," Kyla gushed. Then, out of nowhere, she smacked Ryan's shoulder.

"Ow! Babe I'm trying to drive," Ryan yelled.

"How come you don't say sweet things like that to me when I cook for you?"

"Because your cooking tastes like dog crap," he muttered under his breath.

Kyla frowned confused, "What did you say?"

"Nothing Ky," he replied with a smile.

"He said your cooking tastes like dog crap Kyla," Aiden supplied giving Ryan a wink with a thumbs up. Sad, poor Elmer's thought he was doing the bass player a favor.

Kyla gasped. "My cooking does not taste like dog crap Ryan Joseph Mitchell," Kyla yelled smacking him in the arm with every word. She hit him one last time then with a huff she stomped off to her sleeping bunk, "And don't even think about joining this bunk with me," she screamed.

Ashley let out a laugh but was silenced when Spencer elbowed her in the side.

Ryan turned and glared at Aiden, "Thanks a lot Aiden," he yelled sarcastically.

Aiden smiled, "You're welcome bro."

Ryan shook his head, "Absolutely clueless," he growled.

On the way to Vegas everyone listened to music, nibbled on snacks, and drank a little bit of beer. In the living room area Ashley and the boys joked in their own language. When conversation lagged, they engaged in surprise rubber band shooting attacks.

If Tom or Brian thought they'd landed a good one on Ashley they'd take off running toward the back of the beast, aware that Ashley would order for the RV to be pulled over, so she could properly whoop their asses. Spencer was amused, Ashley really was like one of the guys … except not, she was better.

The antics continued throughout most of the exhausting drive across the desert. Spencer felt a little out of sync with the private jokes and crazy high jinks. It was obvious the boys picked up on the rocker's every mood. The young teen just didn't fit in yet.

They arrived in Las Vegas around seven in the morning. Spencer was tired and was on the verge of falling asleep when Ashley called out, "We're coming into Vegas everybody!"

Danny let out a cheerful whoop and smacked Eric on the shoulder playfully, "It's Sin City, isn't that right Eric?"

"Why yes quite so old chum," Eric answered in a mock English accent. "Its Sin city alright, this place is full of hotels, casinos, and-"

"Strip clubs," Ashley yelled earning whoops and hollers from the guys.

"Oh yes, old chum, the strip clubs, how can I forget the-" Boom! He was silenced by an empty beer can to the side of his head.

"Dude," Rick laughed. "Shut up!"

Everybody checked into the Venetian hotel and to Spencer's amazement, despite the early hour, people were everywhere. Ashley, wearing dark shades as a guise, pointed in the hotel's casino area, noisy with the rhythmic sounds of the slot machines, the random ringing of bells, and an occasional yell from the craps tables.

"Is this normal?" Spencer asked.

"Babe, this is just the beginning, wait until tonight," Ashley answered throwing her arm around Spencer's waist and pulling her into her side.

"I can hardly wait," Spencer replied excitedly.

Despite being tired, the teen stood fascinated, watching the gamblers cluttered at the various tables and the slot machines.

"Come on," Ashley said grabbing Spencer's hand. "Let's go up to the room. We've got to get some sleep for later."

They followed the bellboy to the suite, and the rocker's entourage efficiently began arranging the rooms to Ashley's liking. They unpacked her clothes, placing them neatly in her closet, lining up her shoes by color, and setting out her toiletries in the bathroom. In the living room, the T.T.M.'s set up the brunette's stereo system, lowered the lights to create the right atmosphere, and turned on all the television sets.

"Ash, why do you always have the TV on," Spencer asked in confusion.

Ashley shrugged, "I just don't like silence. When I have the TV on I feel like there are people around. I've been doing it since my dad …" The rocker looked down momentarily. "It's nothing, just a thing I do."

"Ashley?" Spencer questioned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Spence," the brunette replied with a smile that Spencer could see right through. "I've got my Angel, I'm in Vegas, what more could a girl ask for?" She asked with a light chuckle.

Spencer gave a small smile. She would let that go for now.

An hour later the assistants had the suite looking lived in, with everything in its proper place. Ashley took one last look around, "Alright guys, everything looks good, goodnight, Brian don't wake us up too early," she said as she shut the door after them.

The brunette sighed happily and then walked into the bedroom and locked the door behind her. Ashley looked around the room for her angel and spotted Spencer in the connected bathroom brushing her teeth.

The rocker stripped down into her boxers and tank then slipped under the bed covers. As Spencer climbed in beside her, she noticed that Ashley was taking a number of prescribed sleeping pills, but the teen didn't pay much attention to them. Spencer lay there blissfully happy; finally they were able to spend an entire night sleeping together.

Ashley looked at Spencer with hooded eyes, "Do you believe this Angel," she slurred as her pills started taking affect. "After all this time, here you are. Who'd ever have thought … we'd … pull this off? We're gonna … have a … good time." The rocker's reactions started to slow down. She pulled the teen close to her and murmured, "I'm so glad you're here Spence … I'm so glad… you're …" then she was gone in dream land.

Spencer looked over at the bottles of pills near the bed and realized that this time it wasn't a woman who was rivaling against her for Ashley. It was bigger, she had new competition now.