Summary: Ashley Davies was a closeted nerd in high school. Ten years later, she is a famous celebrity who can get any girl she wants. Instead, she searches for the girl she fell in love with in high school.

Italics are the past.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

"You're stupid."

"God, you've been insulting me a lot more than usual ever since we came back to L.A." I groaned.

"Well, I guess I just forgot about the nerdy Ashley back in high school," she smirked. "So Spencer said she was going to call you right." I nodded my head. "How is she supposed to do that? She doesn't even have your number." I shot up from my seat with wide eyes.

"Shit, I never thought about that. Shit shit shit," I started pacing. My thoughts were interrupted when Kyla's phone started to ring. I looked towards Kyla and saw her pick up her phone from the table, but didn't answer it. "Are you going to answer it?" I asked confused. Kyla half shook, and nodded her head. It looked almost as if she was spazzing out.

"Look who's calling," she held her phone out towards me. My eyes squinted as I looked at the screen. My grip on her phone was firm as she tried to pry it out of my hands. "Ash, I gotta answer it."

"Oh, sorry," I said letting go of her phone. I moved back to the couch as Kyla answered the phone.

"Hey Spencer. Yeah. I'll text you it. Yeah, no problem. I'll talk to you later, bye." I watched as Kyla got off the phone, and began texting something.

"What did she say?" I asked. Kyla didn't respond. "Kyla," I said a little louder. She looked up from her phone and looked up at me with a blank expression. She looked down at her watch and then began counting with her fingers. "What are you doing?" She still didn't respond. Once she counted to ten, my phone began ringing.

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So here I am, walking into a local coffee shop, and looking for Spencer. In case you were wondering how this came to be, Spencer called Kyla for my number, Kyla texted it to her, Spencer called me, and then Spencer asked me to meet her at the shop at exactly 8. She wouldn't tell me why she needed me here, but I decided to let her take the reigns on this one.

"Hey," I said with a warm smile as I sat down next to her.

"Hey Ashley. I'm so glad you can make it," she said putting down the newspaper.

"Yeah, not a problem. I'm glad you called," I said. My cheeks felt like they were heating up, and my hands were fidgeting. "So, what's happening at 8?" I asked looking down at my watch, then back towards her.

"Well, I know you're on break from your tour and everything, but I wanted you to meet someone. A flyer said she was singing here tonight for open mic and I wanted to surprise her," she said shyly.

"Oh really now," I said slightly sarcastic. "So who is the lucky girl that gets to me moi," my celebrity part of me asked. Usually I wouldn't be this risky with my 'celebrity cockiness' when talking to Spencer, but I felt I needed to break the ice.

"Ahh, see that's the humorous Ashley I know," she laughed. I mentally high fived myself when she said this. Mission accomplished. "And, well she's one of my best students actually. Her name is Samantha, and she's the girl that nearly fainted when she met Kyla the other day," she chuckled. Yup, she chuckled. It was the cutest thing ever. "I know it may sound weird that I called you over to meet a student of mines, but a faculty member mentioned she's doing a paper on you because the assignment was to write about someone inspirational. She loves you, so I wanted to surprise her," she mumbled. "Sorry if that's weird," she said once again.

"No don't worry about it," I tried to lighten the mood. "I would love to meet her. Do you know what song she's singing?" I asked. Just as she was about to reply, the lights went dim, and the stage light came on.

"Hey, guys. I'm Samantha, and I'm going to sing 'Speechless.'" She straightened her posture and her fingers ran over the ivory keys of the piano. I gave Spencer a smirk. Yup, Speechless is one of my songs. It was one of the first songs I wrote, and it was about Spencer. Of course she doesn't know that though.

I can't believe what you said to me

Last night when we were alone

You threw your hands up

Baby you gave up, you gave up

I can't believe how you looked at me

With your James Dean glossy eyes

In your tight jeans with your long hair

And your cigarette stained lies

Could we fix you if you broke?

And is your punch line just a joke?

I'll never talk again

Oh girl you've left me speechless

You've left me speechless, so speechless

I can't believe how you slurred at me

With your half wired broken jaw

You popped my heart seams

On my bubble dreams, bubble dreams

I can't believe how you looked at me

With your Johnnie Walker eyes

She's gonna get you and after she's through

There's gonna be no love left to rye

And I know that it's complicated

But I'm a loser in love

So baby raise a glass to mend

All the broken hearts

Of all my wrecked up friends

I'll never talk again

Oh girl you've left me speechless

You've left me speechless so speechless

I'll never love again,

Oh friend you've left me speechless

You've left me speechless, so speechless.

Once the song was over, I didn't realize my mouth was open. That was probably the best cover of 'Speechless' ever. Spencer and I watched as she sang two more songs, and we gave her a standing ovation.

"She was amazing," I said as she walked off stage and the next performer came on. We stood up from the table, and headed to the back.

"She was. Almost better than you," Spencer lightly punched my arm.

"Hey now," I stopped and held a finger up. "My music is good," I emphasized on the good. "I have my awards to prove it." There's my 'celebrity cockiness' again.

"Yeah, yeah Ms. Ego. Get your cocky ass over here," she motioned me to keep walking. Once we reached backstage, we saw Samantha sitting on a chair talking on the phone. She didn't notice us there, and it was entertaining to see her talking animatedly on the phone.

"Yeah! It was so amazing. People applauded and everything!" she squealed. Spencer cleared her throat to get her student's attention, and she looked towards us. "Oh hey Miss Carlin. What are yo—Oh my god it's Ashley Davies!!" she screamed into the phone. I feel sorry for the person on the other line. "I'll call you back later," she quickly hung up the phone.

"Hey Samantha," I said walking towards her and taking a seat.

"Oh—oh my god. I must be dreaming," she fanned herself. "You're supposed to be in Las Vegas for a show this week!" I flinched when she said this. She's absolutely right. I'm supposed to be in Las Vegas for my final show of the tour. But, I postponed it so I could see Spencer. And Spencer thinks my tour is over already.

I looked towards Spencer, and she tilted her head in confusion. "Oh, well you know. I had to meet my biggest fan," I smirked. Spencer just shook her head with a smile at my humor.

"So what are you really doing here?" she asked. She was bouncing up and down like a kid on a sugar high. "Did you hear me sing?" she looked slightly worried.

"Well, Spencer here," I held my arm out towards her. "She told me you were writing a paper on me, so I'm here to help you out," I said giving my famous smile. "Oh and I just wanted to tell you, you are an amazing singer. You did the best Speechless cover I have ever heard."

"Oh my god. Oh my god! Thank you Ashley! Thank you Miss Carlin! You're the best teacher ever!" I couldn't agree with her more.

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So around 2 hours later, I'm walking out of the coffee shop with Spencer. Samantha had a curfew, so she headed home. Talking to her was very entertaining. She's so energetic, and there was never a moment of silence.

"So, you didn't tell me about postponing your concert," she said nervously. We walked towards our cars, and thank goodness we parked closer to each other this time.

"Well." I stuttered. Everything is going so well tonight, and I don't want to tell her just yet. The moment wasn't right. "You know. There's some things going on right now that need to be cleared up."

"Cleared up?"

"Yeah. It's kinda hard to explain," I said softly while looking down.

"Hey," she placed her hand on my upper arm. "You don't need to talk about it right now if you don't want to," she said in a comforting voice.

"Alright," I gave her a half smile.

"You're gonna tell me eventually though right," she joked.

"Yeah. I'll tell you soon."

"Alright. That's all that matters," she grinned. We stopped at her car and stood there. "Well, here's my car," she sighed. "So we'll hang out again?" she asked.

"Of course. I'll call you this time," I replied. "Bye Spencer," I said. I leaned in and gave her the hug I've been wanting. My arms wrapped around her small frame and I could smell her perfume. When we separated, I missed her warmth.

"I'll see you later Ash."

"Bye Spence," I smiled before walking over to my car on cloud 9.

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So sorry this update is late. School has been hectic. Anyways, thank you to all who have reviewed!! Maybe we can get to 150 reviews? ;) I hope you like this chapter, and it's a little longer than usual to make up for my lateness. Haha.

The song is Speechless by the one and only Lady Gaga =] Listen to her songs because they are all so awesome!