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

A universal remote is what I want for my next birthday. I know it doesn't exist, but it just sounds really cool. Pausing, rewinding, and fast-forwarding time. Sounds awesome right. Well, right now I want to go back 5 minutes and pause time right when I said goodbye to Spencer. Goodbyes are never usually good, but this one was. She walked me back to the bus and gave me the best hug ever. It wasn't one of those weak, one-arm hug. It was an embrace, which didn't last long enough.

"See Ash, Spencer did something really cute for you. I think you should do something in return," Kyla suggested. I definitely considered it.

"I so would, but I really don't know what I would do," I replied. "Maybe I can take her out to dinner or something. Wait actually that's a bit cliché don't you thi—"

"Is it just me or did Spencer have a not normal reaction when you told her you love her," Kyla interrupted. My train of thoughts came to a halt and I realized Kyla was right. Spencer didn't have the normal reaction. Usually when you find out someone loves you, and you don't have the same feelings in return, you start to avoid the person instead of get closer. Well that's most people at least.

"And is it weird that she asked you to hang out with her right after you told her. And how she picked you up, dropped you off, and walked you back to the bus?" Kyla said. "That's like what men do," Kyla added with a little laugh.

"I guess it was kind of weird. I didn't think about it though since she had me scared out of my freaking mind the entire time," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, that was pretty sneaky of her. Except, because she brought up the topic, it was back in your mind again."

"True, but before that, I kind of forgot about me confessing everything to her," I said. "She's a real charmer," I said softly with a smile.

"She definitely is. I could definitely see why you fell for her Ash," Kyla replied with her famous smirk.

"Oh I know that face," I said a little worried. "You thought of something didn't you," I said biting my lip. You see, the thing about Kyla is that at the most bizarre times, she randomly thinks of these plans, which are very close to brilliant. She rarely comes up with these brilliant plans, but the last time she came up with one was when I was still an unknown, signed artist, and I ended up performing at the Grammy's which boosted my publicity big time. I have Kyla and that performance to thank for my status. But, I had to go through so tough shit just to book the spot on the awards show.

"I thought of the most genius plan that will guarantee you to win Miss Spencer's heart," she said with a cheeky grin and lightly punching my shoulder.

"Miss Spencer? Really Kyla? And what makes you think you can make a straight, taken girl like me?" I asked with my arms open.

"Oh you'll see," she said tapping my nose with her pointer finger. "I have to go make a few phone calls," she said going into her room while over exaggerating her hips swaying.

My hand hit my forehead and rubbed down my face. Like I mentioned before, her plans are brilliant, but the process of getting what I wanted was hard work… and embarrassing.

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It's been a little over a week since I cancelled my last concert of my tour, and the press is getting more desperate for a reason then ever. Kyla scheduled a press conference to clear up everything, which is going to start in five minutes. I didn't talk to Spencer at all yesterday or the day before, and I'm beginning to get the feeling she is going to start avoiding me soon.

"Okay, so remember what you're going to say, and don't mention Spencer's name at all," Kyla repeated for the ten billionth time in the past hour. I don't know why she has to keep telling me this, but I'm starting to get a little suspicious.

"Yeah, yeah Kyla. I won't mention her," I said a little irritated. "I'll stick to the story. Don't worry."

"Alright. Just remember what I said. Go get 'em," she said pushing me out towards the flashing lights.

I shielded my eyes from the flashes and a bodyguard led me towards the podium where I was going to be talking. I heard reporters calling out my name and asking questions, but I ignored them until it was time for questions.

I took a step on the podium, and everything went silent. "Hello everyone, and thank you for coming. My name is Ashley Davies, and I want to get straight to the point," I took a deep breath in. "I apologize to all my fans for cancelling my last performance in Las Vegas. After my L.A. performance, I got reacquainted with my family and friends, which I haven't seen in years. I only planned on visiting them for two days, but I was caught up and didn't want to leave. Again I apologize, to everyone," I finished.

I looked towards Kyla, and she gave me a head nod of approval. I know I said I visited my family, but that was a lie. I looked back towards the reporters and nodded my head, indicating I was finish. In less than a second, reporters held out their recorders and ambushed me with questions.

"Miss Davies! Did your breakup with Stephanie add more reasons to why you cancelled your concert?" one reporter asked. I was shocked on how quickly word about our breakup spread.

"No, it didn't. It was a mutual break up, and we are still in contact with each other," I said being as vague as possible. I didn't want to give out to much information without Stephanie's approval.

"Ashley, an unknown source leaked information, and said they saw you at your old High School, King High. Does this have anything to do with your latest interview about your first love?" another reporter asked. I could see Kyla with my peripheral vision, and she was subtlety shaking her head.

"Like I said before, I visited old friends and family," I replied with confidence. "Next question."

"Who is the girl you mentioned in the interview, and when was the last time you spoke to her?"

"The girl I mentioned is someone I was friends with back in high school, and I haven't talked to her since," I lied. "Two more questions," I said holding two fingers up. The reporters pushed up closer and more hands were reaching in front of me.

"How are you going to make it up to all the fans you disappointed by now performing?" I rather rude reporter asked. Harsh much?

"I'll talk to my manager about refunds and throw in my latest CD. Last question."

"Are you going to be going on tour again in the near future?"

I bit my lip, and my eyes wandered a bit. I honestly don't think I want to anytime soon, but I haven't told Kyla that yet. But, I think she knows since she hasn't been pressuring me about rescheduling the concert.

"Again, I need to speak to my manager about my upcoming schedule. I will let you know as soon as I find out," I replied. "Thank you and I apologize for cancelling the concert." With that, I nodded my head and turned towards the bodyguard. He placed his hand on my back, and I was half way off the stage when Kyla ran up towards the podium and adjusted the microphone.

"Hello, I'm Kyla, and Ashley's manager sent me word that her last concert of her tour will be rescheduled for next week!" she said, then ran off the stage. Of course Kyla said my manager told her, even though its her, but by the time Kyla was off stage, the reporters were even more aggressive than before and my eyes were popping out of my head.

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