"Ok, great. I'll see you in ten. Bye." Ashley ends her call and stolls into the dining room where Spencer and Kyla are. "Favorite sister of mine, you don't mind if a few people come over do you?"

Kyla shrugs, "As long as Spencer doesn't care."

Ashley glances at Spencer who just shrugs. "Good. They'll be here in ten."

"What?!" Kyla looks panicked. "Ashley we don't have food or anything to drink or alcohol or anything."

Just then the doorbell rings, and Ashley makes her way to the front door. "Don't worry, I got it covered." She states over her shoulder; Kyla stands, quickly on her sister's tail. She opens to the door to reveal a grinning Glen holding a case of beer and a paper bag full of hard alcohol and wine. "Great you're just in time."

"You know I'm always up for a party," Kyla shakes her head at him, anger flooding her features. Glen nods his head in the direction of his truck, "There's more in the back." He brings in the alcohol setting it on the counter before disappearing again to grab the rest of the things.

"What is he doing here?" Her nostrils flare, as she turns her gaze on her sister and Spencer.

Ashley and Spencer both turn to look at Kyla, eyebrows raised with confusion written all over their faces. "I invited him… I'm sorry; I didn't think it would be a problem. Did you two have a fight or something?"

Kyla sighs and shakes her head, "He… it's nothing. It's fine."

Spence and Ashley share a look, "o-kay…"

Spencer begins to take the contents out of the bag, pulling bottle after bottle out of it, "Jesus Ashley, think you got enough?"

Ashley smirks, "Come on Spence, I know it's been a long time, but do you not remember my band?"

Just then Glen walks back into the house arms laden with more beer and grocery bags. He ungracefully sets all of it on the island, nearly falling over. Ashley swipes a beer from Spencer that she was just about to put in the fridge, opens it and hands it to Glen along with a few hundred dollar bills. "Thanks, you're a sweetheart."

Glen happily takes the money, stuffing it in his pocket. "Glen!" He pauses mid drink, looking at Kyla confused. "You can't take that money from her, give it back!"

"Kyla, relax, it's fine. We had an agreement."

Smiling, Glen drapes his arm around Kyla's shoulders, "Yeah babe… chill, we had an agreement."

Kyla shrugs her way out of his grasp, "Do not tell me to chill or touch me." She grabs a beer from the fridge and leaves the kitchen, mumbling something about changing.

Glen watches her leave, and then turns back toward Ashley and his sister with his lazy smile in place and shrugs, "Who wants to do some shots?"

Xoxoxo

Two hours later the house is filled with some very intoxicated people. Ashley's band members who nearly tackled Spencer when they saw her, their friends and girlfriends, Avery, and of course, Jamie were scattered throughout the place mingling with one another.

Ashley sits on one of the couches, lazily drinking her Jack and coke, watching Spencer talk to her bass player, Jackson, when Glen suddenly plops down next to her in a huff looking pissed off. "Ok Ash, who is that flaming fuck-tard in the extra small kids t-shirt flirting with your sister?"

Roaming the room, her eyes land on her sister and the guy she's talking to. She can't help but smile because Glen is right, the shirt does look like it belongs to a kid. "That's Aiden. He's a friend of Finn's, he's playing guitar on a few of our tracks. He's pretty nice."

"Yeah nice and all over Kyla."

"Well why don't you go do something about it then tough guy?"

Glen shakes his head, downing the rest of his beer in one quick swig, "Wouldn't help any right now. Your sister is pissed at me."

Ashley raises her eyebrows and looks at Glen, "What'd you do now?"

"I need another beer, do you need anything?"

He begins to stand, but is quickly pulled back down, "Glen?"

Sighing, he glances at Kyla before shrugging, "I went out with Madison the other night and Kyla wasn't too pleased when she found out."

"Madison?! Glen!" She smacks him in the chest, "What the hell?!"

Glen holds his hands up in defense, "I couldn't help it. I just ran into her the other night. She was looking hot and said she missed me. Plus Kyla and I aren't exclusive. You know, I asked her to be exclusive. I wanted to be, still do, but she just won't do it saying something about me not being mature enough, as if right? But apparently that still means I'm not allowed to date anyone else, but it's all right for her to be all over this tool."

Shaking his head, Glen stands, "I need a drink."

Noticing the saddened look in his eyes, Ashley stands too, "I'll get one with you." On their way to the kitchen, she notices Spencer and Jamie slip out to the backyard.

Xoxoxo

"So how have you been?"

Spencer sits in one the patio chairs across from Jamie. She smiles, "Good. Things are going really well. How about you? It has to be nice being back home."

Jamie nods. "It is." She's silent for a moment. It isn't a comfortable silence either, things have been awkward between them all night, and it's why Jamie asked Spencer if they could talk. She takes a small sip of her wine and sighs, "Spencer I wanted to apologize to you." Spencer looks at her questioningly, so Jamie continues, "For the way I acted all those years ago. I made you out to be the bad guy when that wasn't the case at all. I just went into best friend mode, and didn't want to believe Ashley was capable of all that… so really, I'm sorry."

A small smiles creeps onto Spencer's face, "Apology accepted. Besides, that was years ago, that's long forgotten about."

Looking up, Jamie locks eyes with Spencer, not believing her, as her eyes are giving her away. "You always were a terrible liar." She half-smiles, "I really am sorry."

"Really Jamie, it's alright, I understand. I do appreciate it though."

They sit in comfortable silence for a moment until Jamie decides to break it, "She's changed you know… Ashley." Spencer doesn't say anything, instead just focuses her gaze on the pool. "She hasn't touched any drugs in four years. No more smoking. No more groupies. No more embarrassing pictures in the papers that we have to cover up. I know you probably don't agree, but those picture coming out and the two of you breaking up was probably the best thing to happen to her. It changed her. She wanted to be better, knew you deserved better. She's turned into a really good person." She looks at Spencer, who is about to say something, but Jamie shakes her head, cutting her off, "I know, I know. It's been five years, you've moved on, you have a girlfriend, she's hurt you, and you're still in the awkward trying to be friends stage, yadda, yadda, yadda." She waves her hand in the air drunkenly with a smirk in place. "That all may be true, and I know she hurt you, but," she sighs, looking very serious at the moment, "please don't hurt her."

Brows furrowed, Spencer is about to ask her what she means, but is stopped when Jamie stands swaying a tiny fraction as she does so, "Well, I should be getting back in there to make sure Ashley isn't trying to convince Andrew to jump off the roof into the pool again." She smiles at Spencer, pats her lightly on the head, and winks before entering the house again, leaving Spencer to her thoughts.

Xoxoxo

Ashley quietly slips out the back door, tempted to do a happy dance, as she had just successfully escaped unnoticed when she heard Glen was looking for her. Apparently, it was time to do more shots, but after the three shots of tequila they did toasting for terrible things to happen to Aiden, enough was enough. The happy dance is quickly forgotten when she spots Spencer lying in a lounge chair by the pool, staring up at the sky as she sips at her beer. A lazy smile graces her features as she takes the blonde in. Things have been going really well with them this past week since the whole looking at houses incident; they've finally gotten over that awkward 'not sure what to do' stage and are slowly but surely becoming friends again.

She walks over and joins Spencer, slowly sitting down in the lounge chair next to her. "Hey…" she says quietly, "having fun?"

Spencer looks over at Ashley and smiles, "Yeah. It was nice seeing everyone again. I forgot how much fun they all are."

Ashley nods, focusing her attention on the pool, "Yeah, if I didn't just spend a shit ton of time with them in the past three years I think I'd be slightly jealous that they were more excited about seeing you." Spencer smiles at this, but says nothing.

They sit in comfortable silence for a moment, both just staring at the cloudy sky. Ashley clears her throat and glances over at Spencer, "Now I know why I'm hiding out here, but why are you?"

Quirking an eyebrow, the blonde looks at Ashley, finally taking in the lazy smile that's tugging at her lips, clearly from her inebriated state, "Why are you hiding?"

"Your brother likes tequila. Now I like it as much as the next person, especially if it involves body shots," she winks at Spencer, "but it makes me do dumb things. And your brother is already a bit slow, so I can only imagine the dumb things he's about to do involving my sister and a guy who wears shirts so tight his pecks jiggle when he laughs." She snickers lightly at this, as if imagining it.

Spencer smirks, "So you've bailed on my brother huh? Nice."

Ashley nods her head seriously; "Umm my sister is part crazy when she's sober. Trust me when I say no one wants to be in there when she's pissed." Spencer laughs lightly at this and nods her head in agreement. Smiling, Ashley tilts her head, "So I just shared, now why are you out here hiding?"

Shrugging, Spencer begins to pick at the label of her beer bottle, "Just thinking…"

"About?"

She bites her bottom lip for a second, "I think you should get that house on the beach. It's perfect for you. It was dumb of me to be upset about it and I'm sorry."

Ashley studies Spencer for a second before smiling, "Ok. Great."

"Great?"

Ashley nods, "Yeah great, I really liked that house. Besides," she shrugs and makes eye contact with Spencer, "I promised someone I'd get a house like that."

They sit there, eyes locked on one another for a moment longer, until they hear the back door open,"Uh guys, I think we're going to take off to avoid any injuries."

"Injuries, what?"

Jamie shrugs innocently, "Well you sister is about to lay a serious smack down on Spencer's brother… so yeah…"

The girls stand and quickly go into the house, only to hear that the lack of music is being replaced by shouting.

"Seriously Kyla this is ridiculous! This douche bag has been all over you the whole night and you're just as bad!"

"Well we aren't dating so I don't see what the big deal is!"

"The big deal!" Glen turns red, looking ready to burst, "Are you kidding me right now with this bull shit?! You get pissed that I go out with Madison and refuse to talk to me all week, but it's ok for you to do the same thing?"

The rest of the group quickly gathers their things and quietly makes their way to the door, Aiden included, waving to Ashley and Spencer as they slip out. Jamie pulls Ashley into a hug and kisses her on the cheek, "Night doll, I'll call you tomorrow and don't worry everything we discussed will be taken care of when I'm less influence by wine." She quickly hugs Spencer and leaves.

Both girls turn their attention back to Glen and Kyla, "Seriously Kyla, what do I have to do?! It's as if I can't do anything right! Do I have to start wearing tiny boys shirts? Will that make you want to only date me?!" Ashley can't help but snicker at this, which causes Spencer to nudge her. Kyla says nothing, just stares a Glen meanly. Letting out sigh, Glen shakes head when she doesn't respond, "You know what, just forget it. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I want you Kyla I really do, but not if I have to share you." With that being said, he leaves without a second glance in Kyla's direction.

For Kyla's part, she just stands there watching him, momentarily shocked. She flinches when she hears the front door slam. "Kyla…" Spencer takes a step toward her.

Kyla holds up her hand, "Please… I'm just going to go to bed." Spencer nods, and both girls watch her as she slowly makes her way upstairs.

Letting out a long sigh, Spencer turns to face Ashley looking worried, "Do you think Glen was ok to drive? I mean I know he only lives a few blocks away, but still."

Ashley digs into her pocket pulling out a few keys and holds them up, "He's not driving. He gave me these around shot number five. He's probably walking home, I can go find him if you want."

Spencer reaches out and gives Ashley's hand a light squeeze, "Thanks but I don't think you need to be driving either. I'm sure he is fine, I'm just going to call him real quick and make sure."

As Spencer heads into the kitchen to call Glen, Ashley collapses onto the couch with a sigh. Soon Spencer is walking into the room, sitting down next to her, not caring that there is very little room between the two of them. "He's fine. Just walking it off. He said he'd call when he got in his house." Ashley nods, smiling lightly when Spencer rests her head on her shoulder, yawning, "Do you think they'll be ok?"

Ashley gets comfortable, careful not to jostle Spencer's head, "I hope so."

Spencer slowly closes her eyes, feeling very tired all of a sudden, "Yeah, me too."

"Spence you should get to bed..."

She shakes her head, "Lets just sit for a second please."

The brunnette smiles down at the tired blonde, "Ok Spence, whatever you want."

The blonde smirks, keeping her eyes closed, "Good, because I'm a girl that knows what she wants and always gets what she wants."