The next day was, thankfully, a Saturday and we spent the whole day in bed, venturing out only once to steal all the fruit and chocolate that we could find in the kitchen. Ashley even managed to dig up some whipped cream. Erica, after seeing what we were up to in the kitchen had the insight to leave, grumbling something about how she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before because of us.

After spending the whole weekend in my room Ashley decided that we needed to go out. She finally convinced me to go with her to eat out but we nearly got sucked back in when the double entendre of her words resulted in us getting into a heavy make out session in the kitchen, which was broken up when Erica came home and rolled her eyes before walking right back out again. I just stayed in the car when we went back to her apartment so that she could change because I knew that if I went up with her that we'd never leave. We were so fucking wrapped up in each other. I couldn't keep my hands off of her no matter how hard I tried. It had been nearly ten years since I'd been able to kiss on her like I wanted to.

The restaurant that Ashley picked was nice and I protested at first because I was wearing jeans and a tank top but she assured me that it didn't matter before leading me inside. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a red t-shirt with the name of some obscure indie band printed on it so I felt a bit better about what I was wearing. At least if we were going to be judged, we would be judged together. We had just gotten the car parked and were walking towards the door when the tall, graceful form of Hugh ambled out of the door, his mother on his arm.

To say that I was surprised to see Hugh there was an understatement. I reached out and put my hand on a distracted Ashley's elbow, stopping her. She looked over confusedly before she looked around, her eyebrows shooting up when she finally spotted what had me so freaked out. He was standing just outside the door talking to his mother and I really just wanted to turn and run in the opposite direction but, just as I went to do so he turned and saw me. Ashley tensed up beside me but kept walking, not even letting go of my hand and not allowing me to run away.

"You!" His mother said, finally seeing me as we approached. I could see that she was furious and I wasn't surprised. His mother had all but had the seating chart planned for the wedding so I had already expected that she was going to be upset. I had just been hoping to avoid her for a while. Or for the rest of my life. "You little whore! I can't believe that you would break up with my boy for this white trash-"

"That's enough!" Hugh said, stepping forward angrily. I was completely surprised at this; Hugh had always been a momma's boy. She basically ruled his life and I had never seen him stand up to her about anything. She apparently hadn't either because she was staring at Hugh as if she didn't know who he was. I think we all were. Ashley was glaring at her for her white trash comment and I knew that she had a million retorts on the tip of her tongue. "Just go wait in the car Mother." He commanded and she let out a huff before stomping away. "I'm sorry Spence, she took it hard." He looked horrible, his hair was messed up and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days. There were dark circles under his eyes and I felt a wave of guilt pass over me that he had been having a hard time while I had just been having sex with Ashley all weekend.

"No, it's fine, I deserved that and more." He shook his head at this and stepped forward a bit. I felt rather than saw Ashley stiffen at his advance and he must have noticed too because his advance faltered and he looked at her with a tentative smile.

"How are you Ashley?" He asked, taking Ashley completely by surprise. I could tell that she was preparing herself for more angry words.

"I'm…great. How are you?" She stumbled over her words, looking as if she regretted them the moment they slipped out of her mouth.

"As well as can be expected. Take care of her for me?" She nodded, still looking a bit shocked as Hugh nodded before pulling me into a hug. I let go of Ashley's hand to give him one more good hug.

"God, you're such a great guy." I whispered in his ear, making him smile and shrug sheepishly as he pulled away. He scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully as awkwardness finally filled the air.

"So I guess I'll see you around?" He questioned, smiling when I nodded. He ambled away and Ashley and I watched him go, holding hands once again.

After watching him climb into the driver's side of his Mercedes Ashley led me inside, squeezing my hand in a show of support. I had tried to explain to her how much Hugh had meant to me and I could tell that she was finally getting it.

Ashley leaned in and asked something of the hostess in a low voice, subtly slipping a bill over the hostess stand. It didn't take an idiot to know that that bill was probably more than she even getting paid that night. The girl's smile suddenly brightened and she nodded, leaning us over to a dark corner booth. Instead of sitting across from Ashley I slid in beside her and she grinned before slipping an arm around my waist.

"I'm just going to order us a bottle of wine, okay?" She asked as she looked over the menu. I nodded and picked up my own menu, reading over the outrageous prices with displeasure. She saw the look on my face and grinned sheepishly, letting her fingers toy over my side through my shirt. "Don't worry about it Spence, really. I didn't bring you here to impress you; I brought you here to feed you the best rigatoni in all of LA."

"Okay, but I don't like it." She laughed at my unimpressed expression but leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was suddenly very thankful for the way that the restaurant was set up. It was dimly lit and all the booths were very private, you couldn't see into the booths on either side of us and the shadows gave us a lot of privacy. Suddenly I wondered if it was really the rigatoni that Ashley was after.