slushhy: I want to! I have an idea and a whole story planned out for Skins, but I don't think people would like it :\ so I'm trying to think of something else to post on there. I have another idea for SON, but I just might switch it and make it with Naomily. Nothing is definite though, so we'll see. Any thoughts on what I should do?

cathielove10: Well, no fan likes any one of Ashley or Spencer's ex's. Aha.

hugbuddy13: You'll find out soon within a few sentences.

KathleenDee: Patience is a virtue.

imaferrari: Yeah, I get where you're coming from. That's a great rule you've got there; never invite an ex over when you're having problems with your current. It made me laugh, aha. Oh well. No conflict would bore you guys anyway. And I hope that you didn't throw anything by the end of this chapter...

simplet77: Thank you!

whatever12345: You'll find out now

Elly1212: Aha, oh my. Face palm me? How about face palm Helena? And aha, Connor and Spencer kissing. You'll just have to keep reading for that one.

xspashleyx: Oh my, hit? That's a bit much, don't you think? Aha. And yeah, Ashley seems to be upsetting everyone lately.

The chapter is dedicated to imaferrari for the many laughs and the chapter's name.

Thank you all for reading and reviewing.

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Haley fucking Rider.

I swear to God- or whoever the fuck you believe in- that 'Are you kidding me?' slipped out of my mouth once I saw her on the other side of that door. (Please excuse my language; I am beyond pissed right now). Plus, she's looking like the cute little Brit she is- looking all like Emma Watson and shit with her nice little scarf and cardigan. Dolled up with her cool black brimmed glasses and cute little leggings.

Seriously. Leggings are NOT pants, people.

"Spencer," Haley smiled at me. I didn't return it. "Why are you knocking?"

Okay, here's the thing. I completely understand that Haley is Ashley's ex. I get that they're over, dunzo, whatever. I get that. I understand that completely. But... they're exes. Haley is the only other person that Ashley pictured her life with. I don't know about you, but planning your life with someone is a pretty big deal. There had to be very definite feelings there. Feelings are feelings.

Love is always there.

At my silence, she sighed and stepped on the other side of the door. "And that is my queue to leave."

"Yeah," I didn't even look back before walking back into the flat, slamming the door behind me for good effect. Ashley was sitting on the couch, wearing her usual home attire; a white wife beater and lounge pants- looking up at me, obviously surprised. She stood up and started walking toward me. "What in the living hell was she doing here?"

She stopped walking and just looked at me for a bit. She kinked her head to the side. "Do you trust me?"

I was taken aback at that. I didn't know what to say, really. I did trust her, but not as much as I used too, I guess. With her kissing another girl, and her ex coming along right after... it adds up. And trust is misplaced in the mist of it all.

I shook my head, "Not anymore, no."

She sighed, putting her hands in her pockets and looking around the apartment. Walking over to the coat rack, she threw on her leather jacket.

I made a face, "Where are you going?"

"For a walk," she turned back to look at me. She didn't look so tired anymore. She looked... angry, actually. "Be sure to call the paparazzi for photos of my whereabouts, Spencer."

She used my name. Everyone knows that people always call you by your name when they're angry.

Isn't it my turn to be mad?

"So much for wanting to spend time with me, right?" I shook my head as she turned back at me, her making a face at me. I was beyond mad to even think of it in any way. "So much for wanting to work everything out, for being sorry."

"I am sorry, but I'm not sure I want to be anymore," she shrugged, still making a face. I made a face at that. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? She started walking to the door, "I'll see-"

"Why hello there my awful daughter," Christine walked in, smiling at the both of us. She didn't seem to be surprised at how angry Ashley looked, and at me, red faced with my arms crossed. She smiled, looking at the two of us. "You both are arguing so loud I could hear you from outside. Ashley, how dare you walk away!"

"Mom, Spencer and I can handle our own relationship," Ashley rolled her eyes as she tried to push her mother out of the flat. Christine was having none of it. She slapped Ashley on the arm (not seriously, of course) and stepped into the apartment, setting her purse down on the counter. Ashley rolled her eyes again. "Mom, could you please just leave?"

"Well, it seems like you almost beat me to it Ashes," She smiled at her daughter and dragged her over to the couch, forcing her to sit down. I didn't budge. Just sighed. She looked over at me, "Come on over, Spencer."

I sighed as I unwrapped my arms around from myself and walked over to the living room area the Davies' were in. I sat on my lazy boy.

"Now, what is this all about?" Christine sat down next to Ashley and crossed her legs, putting her enlaced fingers over them- looking like a psychologist she was trying to be. I sighed.

Christine Davies to the rescue, of course.

"It's nothing, Mom."

"Ashley kissed another girl and I don't know how to forgive her."

Ashley sighed at that, looking at her hands. Christine made a perfect shocked face and slapped Ashley upside the head.

That made me feel better.

"Ashley Berlin Davies! How dare you!" Christine went on as Ashley rubbed the back of her head. "My gosh, no wonder Spencer didn't want to finish the tour with you. She doesn't want to see you with other girls, dipnit. I thought I raised you better than that."

"You did, Mother," Ashley sighed and played with her fingertips. "I'm just stupid, that's all. I've been hiding it from Spencer."

I rolled my eyes at that.

"You've got nothing to worry about, okay?" Ashley looked up at me and made sure that she was holding my eyes with hers. I suddenly forgot Christine was even there. "Not with Haley or with any other girls. There are no other girls. No one else."

Christine was still in her own little world complaining about Ashley, "Just like your father, eh? Ugh. So stupid. Everyone is always going out looking for the right one, but never notice it when they're got it."

Christine pushed Ashley to be kneeling in front of me, "Ashley, say you're sorry."

Ashley sighed, looking down at the floor. She took my hand, looking me in the eye.

"I'm sorry I'm such an asshole and that I'm stupid. I really don't mean to be. I think my mother has something to do with it," she rolled her eyes while Christine did the same. "I promise to never kiss anyone else ever again, okay? You're the only one I want to kiss, Spence. And I'm sorry for kissing that girl. And... You've really got nothing to worry about with Haley. She's... Haley and just... no. Not anymore. You're the only one now. Only one for always, too."

That got a smile out of me.

"Here," she pulled me up and walked me over to the corner of the kitchen. I made a face, wondering what the hell was going on. She let go of my hand and opened up the cabinet on the bottom floor. She pulled out something and held it behind her back, sealing it away from me. She stood in front of me and held it up.

A bunny.

A smile immediately broke out on my face.

"This was the only reason Haley was here," she set the bunny in my arms. I was too in awe to say anything. I always wanted a bunny. "Nothing more."

I smiled up at her, while she smiled down at me.

"Awe, I love a happy ending!" Christine smiled and clapped at us, looking very happy with slight tears in her eyes.

Ashley shook her head laughing and kissed my forehead.

As do I.