Hey guys! This is my new chapter! You probably will not like the fact that it's in Ashley's point of view, but you should really read it, it's very informative. Also, I just wanted to inform you all that I'm gonna go more in depth with some of the characters, I find that a lot of them are way too two dimensional. Anyways, here it is.

Also, I love all your comments and am quite happy to have incited o much emotion. Comments are MUCH appreciated, and they fuel me up!

Chapter 11

*Ashley's P.O.V*

I don't know what's up with that crazy chick, but I'm not gonna let her get to me. Seriously though, she keeps on saying things that she expects me to know about, then takes it back, saying that it was nothing! Who the hell is she anyway?! Maybe if she would stop being so cryptic and running away, I would actually know what she's talking about. But noo, instead she chooses to blurt something out, then say she didn't mean it, then flee. It's getting really tiring.

Doesn't matter to me anymore though, none of business, not that she cares. Who wants to be around a girl who criticizes you for being gay, when she's gay herself?! I- Wait… I'm pretty sure I'm going in circles now.

Okay…just forget about her. Forget about her and her annoying self. Forget her irritating dull eyes, loud obnoxious voice, her burning glare, or sultry voice, and perfect skin, her beautifully sculpted face, long eyelashes, voluptuous lips, those legs that run for miles, her g-…Dammit! Bad Ashley! Stop!

Ugh. I think I'm drooling.

I let out a large yawn and stretch my arm slightly in the convertible. I blink a few times, keeping my eyes on the road. Aiden said that he's meet me at the studio. He said that he didn't want to wait for me. I mean, I oversleep a tiny bit, and he gets all over my case. I couldn't help it, I couldn't sleep. And, when I finally did fall asleep, I kept having that dream, so I couldn't wake up. But then again, I have that dream each night, sleeping is just an excuse to see it.

I park my car, but I don't see a certain someone's car parked near where it usually is. I enter the door tired and fatigues, everyone else looks like it too. I see Stan making his way over to me, and I resist the urge to sigh and tell him to fuck off. I silently grit my teeth as he stands in front of me.

"Ashley, it's good that you're here, but…"

I swear if the next words outta this guy are what I think they are, then I'll make sure that the next time I see him he'll be eating through a friggin straw!

"Spence's a bit late today…" He says in a meek and quiet voice, likely having read my very angry expression.

He just had to say it.

I clench my fists tightly at my side and I shut my eyes, doing my best to resist temptation. I can hear shuffling footsteps back away from me. I seethe quietly, and slowly open my eyes, letting the light filter in.

I walk past all the working crew, and head off to my dressing room, all in hopes of catching some Z's. I'm halfway there, when Aiden comes in front of me. What the hell is up with people and suddenly popping up in front of me?! He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it when he sees the scowl on my face and the growl in his direction.

"Yeah, Aiden?" I growl out in a low voice.

"Um…I guess you heard the news." He says, his voice just as meek as Stan's was.

"You bet your ass I did. Now, if you don't remove yourself from my way in three seconds, the next thing you will remember is falling on your ass and me using your face as a punching bag." I snarl out menacingly.

Yeah, I'm pissed. Can you really blame me? I mean, there I was this morning, having my ear talked off about how I should have a better attitude in doing this. I spent majority of my morning with someone lecturing me on how I'm always late, and how I shouldn't fall into the stereotype that most rock stars are always so late. Me, late? Ha! Nooo, in this case, it's the friggin director who's late! This better be one hella good video, cause if not I'm gonna blow a gasket.

Aiden stares at me wide eyed before slowly backing away. His hands are up and in front of him protectively, acting as though I'm some rabid animal who would bite him.

Once he's fully out of sight, I continue towards my room of salvation. I open the door and let out what seems to be the millionth sigh today. She's not even here and yet she still manages to find ways to annoy me. I flop down on the comfy coach and close my eyes.

Ugh, she's so annoying. She gets on my nerves and I want nothing to do with her. But then…why can't I stop thinking of her…

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Bam!

Huh?! What?! I didn't do anything officer, its Aiden's not mine!

I jump up from the coach, frantically blinking in an attempt to trying to clear my eyes, scanning the room for the authorities.

"Wha-… Huh?... wh…"

I swear they're not mine! Drugs are disgusting, I threw up when I- I mean, No! It's not like I've tried it before or anythi…Wait, you're not the police.

In front of me is a familiar blond, hands on her knees, heaving heavily in an attempt to catch her breath, but staring at me intently. I stare at her confusedly, noting the tires lines on her face. I guess she didn't get much sleep either.

Seeing as she's still catching her breath, I decide to be the one that breaks the ice.

"Um… what are you doing here?" I inquire, gauging her face carefully.

She doesn't answer and lets the silence hit the room again as she furrows her eyebrows in search of words to say. Her breathing is evening out slightly, but her face is still flushed pink. I hate to admit it, but even tired, she looks adorable right now.

"Um…uh…yest….and….back….th-…."

Heh. What is she talking about? Ha! It's her turn to stutter now! But…it was kinda cute, you know? Kinda like a little kid trying to talk to their crush, not that I'm implying anything!

Shit! I was smirking. I wipe off the inconceivable smirk on my face and continue to stare at her.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, my voice coming out harsher then I intended.

She looks at me, searching for something, I can tell. But for what, I can't. She probes my eyes and I continue to hold my stance, before she sighs and breaks the, once again, awkward silence.

"Um- Uh… Nothing." She says, her gaze fixing itself on the ground, eyebrows continually furrowed.

Nothing my ass! It's a cold day in hell before I believe that shitty excuse. Hell, that's not even an excuse! It's just…nothing!

But…But…she's so friggin adorable! And the pouty way she said it, was just sickenly cute.

I let out a soft chuckle subconsciously. Once I hear my own voice through my ears, I stop my subconscious ministrations. Damn me and my inability to notice my own actions!

Ugh, but how the hell do I hate her? I mean, she's way too amusing. I must admit. Well yeah, sure she's an annoying, spoiled, stuck up, think-she-knows -me bitch, but her actions just now put a smile on my face. Did you hear me?! A smile! Well, more of a smirk, but who cares? I haven't seriously smiled since…well, since I came here. Oh the irony.

And can you blame me for being amused, the only side I've ever really seen on the girl is her backside, and that's usually before she runs away. And her form now… well, let's just say that this it quite different. It's kind of like seeing someone in a new light, only not as profound.

I let the smirk on my face grow.

"So, you just decided to storm in here, waking me up in the process, and act like a stammering idiot, all for 'nothing'?"

Haha. Thinking about it, it's actually quite funny. I can tell she's probably thinking the same thing.

"Yeah." She manages to get out.

'Riiight.'

"Well, okay then." I say, rolling my eyes, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Wait! Shit! I'm not supposed to be friendly with her! Okay Davies, wipe that shit eating smirk off of your face.

I clear my throat, bringing my face back to normal.

"Well, since you're here let's get back to work." I tell her before she nods blankly. I suppress the want to giggle at her action.

We walk off and head out.

Let's get this over with.

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Am I dreaming? Did she just do what I thought she did? A truce. She just called a truce…Holy fucking shit! Pardon my language but I can't wrap my head around it. She's been on my case since I've got here, and now, when we're almost done, she calls a truce! Not that I'm complaining, hell I'm couldn't be happier. Still pisses the hell outta me though.

She actually told me what she wanted to make that shitty ass take work. You know what I hate even more? I actually thought that what she said made sense, and the take actually looked good.

Of course, I'm not acting out or anything. On the contrary, I'm being a good girl. I think we have a bit of a mutual feeling on this, we both want it to end. It's funny too, when the crew saw that we were finally getting along, you could actually hear the sighs of relief being released into the air.

Back on topic, we are almost done! Can you believe it?! I think I can hear Hallelujahs being sung! Today's the last day of shooting, after that I do have to do anything anymore.

Wait for it… "Cut!"

And we are done! I quickly jump up off of the set, as people sigh in relief. There is no doubt in my mind that we are all grateful it's over. I stretch some limbs and head off to the refreshments table, but my path is rudely blocked by, guess who, Stan. I sigh inwardly, not wanting to be rude on the last day of shooting.

"Ashley, you did good out there." He grins to me.

"Thank you for sticking it out." He says solemnly.

"Thanks, Stan. I'm just glad that it's all over." I tell him the truth.

"You and me both." He chuckles out.

I nod my head and the small silence is somewhat awkward.

"So, what do you have planned after this?"

"Well, if everything goes right, when the video premieres I'll be advertising my tour. Then hopefully, three months later I start touring across America. I tour for six months and visit 25 states." I smile. I'm on my way to fully living my dream.

"Wow, that's awesome! Just make sure not to forget about us when you're rich and famous." He jokes.

"Stan, are you forgetting that you guys are even more famous then I am, and probably will ever be. Unlike you guys, stars get boring and people tire of them, but directors and producers are the ones with the longer lasting jobs." I tell him, smile on my face. It's not a bad conversation, the topic's light and the mood is nice.

"Au contraire, Ashley. I mean, we're not the ones that people start screaming for when we walk by the street."

"True, but trust me, that's not really something that you want." I chuckle out, remembering many bad past experiences.

"So, what about you guys, what're you doing after this?" I ask him. So I'm curious about her, sue me.

"Well, we aren't really much into the music video industry, so we'll probably return to doing documentaries and maybe an indie film or two.

"Oh, that's cool." I try to sound not too interested.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking, why did you guys agree to do my music video if you usually don't do P.V.'s?"

I swear that I saw him blush just now.

"Well, your label sent out a request for us. But as you know, we're quite famous and we get lots of requests, we rarely ever take the music video ones since, once again, it's not really our forte. But when I found out that it was you we were going to do a video for, I was ecstatic. I'm personally a big fan, both you and your dad." He says that past part somewhat shyly.

"That's cool. My dad was an awesome musician." I give him a small, proud smile.

"Yes he was, but so are you." He says supportively.

"I'm okay, I'm nothing compared to him though."

"Are you crazy?! You are amazing, it's been awesome working with you. When I found out your label sent a request for you, I just had to do it. Normally, I get Spencer's permission first, but considering her hermit-like life, she probably wouldn't even know you. Of course, she got a bit mad that I did it without asking, but all's well that ends well."

I let out a soft chuckle.

"So, I guess it's safe to assume that you're my number one fan." I joke at him.

"Of course! I have a copy of your original demo c.d. I have pretty much every magazine you ever appeared in. I still remember the controversy a few years back when you discovered your sister, and then you had that breakdown shortly after. I remember the news was all filled about how she might have caused it…Actually…if you don't mind me asking…did she?"

Ah, the good ol' Kyla question. I don't know how many times I've been asked this. I'll say the same thing that I said to the first million reporters who asked me that shitty question.

"I…"

What? What do you want me to say? I honestly don't know. I don't really remember anything from that time. I remember that I felt sad, angry, guilty, and a whole bunch of other emotions, but I don't remember why. Apparently, I went to therapy, another thing I know nothing about.

I remember meeting Kyla and hating her, then I remember breaking down, but I don't know why. I especially don't remember these so called "therapy sessions". I remember my second breakdown, but like before, I don't remember why. Then…everything felt…different. Nicer. I remember feeling a lot lighter. I remember Aiden telling me that I might've lost some memories, that I suppressed them.

He started asking me a bunch of questions about a bunch of different things, then he suddenly focused all of them on high school. Some of them I could answer, others I couldn't. I remember the press trying to dig up dirt on my past by back tracking some old classmates. They traced back a lot of people, they even interrogated some teachers. To my surprise, no one said anything too far from what I remember. They all talked about how I was popular, but sometimes would occasionally bully a freshman or two. But even saying only that took a hard blow on my reputation.

Though that was the thing I never got. If, from what I heard, nothing bad happened in high school, then why would I suppress any memories?

When I asked Aiden, he said that he didn't know what it was that I was suppressing. For some reason, I never fully believed him. But doesn't matter cause he said that he would rather I don't remember at all if it would send me doing the same thing again.

That was nice of him. I have to admit, he's come a long way from being my possessive boyfriend in high school. It makes me sad cause I know he really loved me. I'm just lucky that he's still by my side.

I see someone snapping their fingers in my face, and I break out of my trance.

"Are you okay?" Stan asks, worry covering his face.

I give him a small smile and he gives one back.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say quietly.

"Are you sure, cause you spaced out quite a bit there?" He says, playful smile on his face.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm not normally the type to space out, it's just…"

"You don't have to explain yourself. I get that everyone had some things that they don't really want to talk about." He gives me a reassuring smile, and I feel a small weight lift off of my shoulders.

We continue to talk for a bit before I excuse myself in order to get some food.

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Well, that didn't last very long, now did it. I swear, that girl is moodier then pregnant women! First she's absolutely fine, and next she's totally bitching at everyone. She yelled at Stan for standing around and not doing anything and she screamed at the crew for taking too long in packing up.

She hasn't directly yelled at me yet, but don't think that I, even for one second, missed those unhealthy glares she's sent my way. So, what do I do? Easy, I avoid her. Truth be told, her crankiness is quite contagious. She's got half the crew muttering profanities under their breath, completely putting them off their good graces. Hell, she's even got me doing it!

She is one powerful women I must say that at least. Something about her just effects everyone's moods. I shut my eyes, as I take a big yawn and stretch.

"Oof"

I feel someone bump into me, hard. I see the figure fall towards the floor, as I head towards the hard ground myself.

"Hey watch where you're-" She stops immediately.

I see the familiar blond turn away from me and feel for something on the floor. Huh, she has the right to say something like that? Like hell she does! Why the hell is she so shitting bitchy?!

"Excuse me?!" I say to her, my voice angry and obviously annoyed.

I stand up and let my form overshadow her. Her form tenses for a second before she returns to her ministrations. That's right, ignore me. All I wanted was for you to leave me alone, but nooo!

"Look, I don't know why you're acting all bitchy again, when a while ago you were just fine, but don't take it out on me!" I yell at her.

Like before, I receive no reply. I grit my teeth and clench my fists in anger. I grab her shoulder and turn her around, forcing her to look at me in the eye.

Our eyes meet and brown meets…blue.

…No….

Wait…I've seen…Those are…

Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump

Where have I…?

Thump

No…

No... No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!

"…Ashley! Please help me!..."

"…Because you saw me…"

"…I love you, you know…"

Thump

Spencer… No…

"Blue." I know myself that my voice is so soft that she probably didn't hear it. I let my mouth part slightly.

'Why're you here?'

Please don't…I…

No, that's…

What- What's going on? W- Where am I? I…

I shift my eyes all over the room, How did I… My eyes find her eyes, fear covers her face, mirroring my own.

I talk a tentative step back, I can feel my whole body shaking.

Leave! Go! Don't stay here! I can't stay here….

I quickly turn on my heel and run.

Run. Run! RUN!

I pump my legs faster as the message repeats in my head. I have to leave. I can't stay here.

I can't face her. Not after what happened. Blue. Oh God, she's Blue.

I get into my car and grip the wheel, turning on the engine, I gun it. I can't see very well, my visions all blurry cause of the fat tears rolling down my face. I drive and see a blond headed blur come out of the entrance, but I don't dare look back. I can't, I shouldn't even be allowed to.

I make my way out of the area and keep driving, ignoring all the honking cars that apparently find my driving skills lacking.

What do I do? What do I say? She…No! I can't. I can't see her. I can't look at her. Not after what happened. No, it hurts too much. I can't be around her. I can't handle the pain. That's the reason I forgot in the first place.

I continue to make my way through the passing cars. I don't know where I'm going, but frankly, I don't care, as long as she's not there. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the searing pain in my chest, and the tears that threaten to fall down is they haven't already done so.

I can't look at those eyes. I'm scared my heart will burst out. But…no…Shit!

No…what do I do? She'll back at night. She'll be there again to haunt me. No… Please don't show me those eyes anymore. It hurts too much.

The light is orange. I know she's following, but luckily, she's not doing a very good job. But it doesn't matter, she's still on my trail. I gun the engine in hoped of making the light. I'm almost there, jus-

BAM!

What?! What's going on! I feel the car swerve violently, and I attempt to try my hardest to steady myself. The sound of the screeching tire wheels fills my ears.

"Oof."

Ow, my head hurts. Wait, why is everything goind dark. I feel something wet. No…I can't faint now. I have to keep going. I can't let her catch me. I can't see her. It hurts so much. The pain is unbearable. I'm tired of hurting myself…

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My head hurts…everything's all blurry. There's red lights, and…noises…sirens…People are talking, they're all running back and forth, yelling and screaming.

I feel so light, my head feels woozy.

Huh? I'm moving. But how, I'm not walking. Oh, I'm on something, they're moving me.

Thud

Ow, that hurt. They' could've let me down gentler. The blurry guy in front of me, at least I think it's a guy, he's taking my hand…now he puts his own on my neck. What is he doing?

Huh? I think he's talking, cause his mouth is moving. Wait, I think he's talking to me. I should tell him that I can't hear him, but I can't talk, my throat hurts.

Hey look, he finally gave up. That's right, close the door, it's a bit chilly in here.

Whoa! That was dangerous, whose hand is that? Someone should tell that person not to put their hands in between the doors.

Noo. Don't open the door. It's cold in here.

Hey, wait…that's…

Hey Spencer! What're you doing here? They're talking now, I wonder about what. Hmm. I think they're arguing. I don't think Spencer likes this guy very much.

Huh? She's looking at me. And she's pointing at me. Why is she flailing her arms everywhere? She looks angry. I don't like seeing her angry. I should tell her that it's okay. But how? Hmm…Oh, I know.

I take all the strength in my body and put it in my arm. I reach it out. I wish she would come closer, it would make this easier. Wait…I'm almost there…and…ha! My fingers lightly wrap themselves around her own. Her head snaps to me, eyes wide. I give her a small smile. At least she's not angry anymore. Okay…I'm tired. Let's go back to sleep…

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