The weather was so nice out; the brunette had decided they'd walk to the surprise she had setup for them. As Spencer and Ashley strolled down the beach hand in hand, the blonde, much to her fiancée's amusement, could not stop bouncing. Excitement was cursing through the woman's jittery body.

"Ashley, please tell me where we're going," she whined swinging their joined hands back and forth out of childish like frustration. "Please."

The rocker rolled her eyes playfully. "Spencer you already know my answer to that question. It's been the same one for the past ten times you've asked me, it's a surprise. You'll see when we get there."

An adorable pout was her response. Usually that alone was enough to make the brunette cave but today she held her ground. Ashley pulled the blonde closer. "Stop pouting. That's not gonna work. Besides we're almost there." That got her a smile.

After another minute of walking in comfortable silence Ashley spotted their destination. "Alright we're almost there," she wrapped her arm around the blonde. "See," she said pointing towards a small building built of dark colored bamboo.

"What is it," Spencer asked shielding her eyes from the sun so she could get a better look. As they drew close enough she was able to make out the sign above the front door. "No way, we're going surfing," she shouted.

Ashley laughed and tugged her overly excited fiancée into the shop. "Yep, but neither of us knows how to surf so, we're getting some lessons as well."

"I've always wanted to go surfing," Spencer whispered as she eyed the various surf and beach items with uncontained joy. "This is going to be so cool!"

The rocker let the blonde do some exploring around the shop as she walked up to the front desk. Strangely there was no one there. "Hello," she called out.

"Coming," a voice called from the back. A young man around Spencer's age appeared carrying a box of board wax. He was your typical pretty boy, blonde hair that reached just past his ears, blue eyes, a nice build, and a natural tan.

He looked up at the patiently waiting rocker. "Hello, welcome to … holy cow. You're Ashley Davies! The rock princess." He covered his mouth in shock.

Ashley shot him her trade mark smile. "That's right," she continued. "Are you the Mr. John Stevens I talked to over the phone yesterday?"

He dropped his hand and tried to compose himself. "Oh no, John Stevens is my dad. He has a slight cold so I'm watching the shop for him for a couple of days."

The rocker nodded. "Do you have a name kid?"

"Sorry, how rude am I?" He smacked his forehead. "Yes I do have a name. I'm Clyde Stevens, and it is beyond a pleasure to meet you." He flashed his pearly whites in a charming smile.

"Thanks," she responded as Spencer made her way over to the desk.

Clyde looked over to the blonde and smiled adoringly. "You're Spencer Carlin," he gasped out staring into her eyes as if he were hypnotized.

Spencer and Ashley shared a look. The blonde gave him a confused grin. "You know my name? Usually I'm only known as the girl Ashley Davies is going out with." She joked.

"Oh believe me I know your name," he replied earnestly.

Ashley snorted. "Well, she is seen in almost every tabloid and magazine I'm in."

Clyde tore his eyes from Spencer and turned to the rocker. He frowned and shook his head. "No, that's not how I know her name."

"Okay," Ashley cleared her throat, slightly uncomfortable. "So, I'm guessing your father said nothing about my visiting the shop at all to you?"

He let out a chuckle. "No, I don't know how he forgot to mention that Ashley Davies and Spencer Carlin would be coming. How can that slip his mind? Are you two here for surf lessons?"

Ashley nodded. He smacked his hands together. "Alright, let's get you some boards and suits. I'll grab my other employee Tim and we'll get started."

After a half hour of picking out surf boards, Spencer just had to get the perfect board with the right color, the group headed outside to the vacant beach. Ashley and Spencer were each given separate instructors the blonde got Clyde and the rocker had Tim.

Another half hour or so was spent on the beach, much to Ashley's impatience, learning the basics. The rocker figured she had this thing down packed. So, when they were given the go ahead to hit the water she ran out there as fast as she could.

Boy did she regret it. She should've paid a little more attention to what she was being taught because after an hour of thrashing wipeouts she called it quits and decided to watch her fiancée from the beach. Spencer, to her surprise, was pretty good at surfing.

Only a couple of times did the blonde fall. She looked like a natural out there in the water. Almost as if she'd been surfing all of her life.

"Wow, you're pretty good," Clyde noted as he paddled up next to Spencer. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" He asked straddling the board.

Spencer mirrored his movements and blushed at the complement. "This is my first time," she replied bashfully.

"You were always a big blusher," he laughed out.

The blonde looked at him thoroughly confused. He had been saying stuff like that every since they'd come out to the beach. It was getting a little weird and annoying. "Do I know you or something?" She asked.

Clyde's smile faltered. "You really don't remember me do you?" He set his hands on his hips in an exasperated manner.

Spencer shook her head. He sighed slightly dejected. "We used to go to school together back in Ohio." He answered with a light grin.

The blonde's eyebrows shot skywards. "You went to Baker Junior High School in Fairborn," she asked completely stunned.

"Yeah, I was captain of the debate team there," He supplied helpfully. "You and I also had Algebra together with Mrs. Johnson. I used to sit behind you."

Spencer squinted as she racked her brain trying to remember him. Then it clicked. "Oh yeah, you were the one who used to snore real loudly all the time. I remember you! Wow, you look so much different now."

"Yeah," he rubbed at the back of his neck. "It's no wonder you couldn't recognize me. I used to be a total geek. You were always so popular. I had braces, glasses, horrible acne, and the whole nerd package."

"You weren't a nerd," she responded with a smile. "So, how did you go from Ohio to Hawaii? That's quite a big jump across the country don't you think?"

"My parents got divorced," he answered looking down at his board. "They had been separated for a while and the settlement had it so I was shipped off with my dad. He was the more capable parent."

"I'm sorry," Spencer whispered sympathetically. "That must have been difficult."

He waved her off. He didn't want any pity. "I'm over it. The past is the past you know? What else can you do but forget and move on?"

Spencer nodded in agreement. A change of subject was needed. "Do you run the surf shop with your father?"

"Oh no," he replied quickly. "It's really just him and a couple of other employees. I only come in on days like this, I don't even get paid. I don't really have an official job."

"Your father won't give you one," she asked confused.

"Nope," he laughed. "He doesn't want to hire family because he said he doesn't want his other employees thinking we're getting special treatment or whatever. It's ridiculous."

"That's a big bummer," Spencer giggled. She looked over to her fiancée and noted that she was beginning to look restless. "We better head back to the beach. Ashley looks like she's about to die of boredom."

They shared a laugh and paddled back to land. Ashley heaved a big sigh of relief. It was about time they made it back to the beach. She missed her Spencer.

"Well, we're gonna head back to the house," the rocker said picking up her surfboard.

"Oh alright," Clyde sighed a little disappointed. "I guess I'll see you two later than?"

"Of course, bye, and thank you for the lessons Clyde," Spencer called out with a wave as she and Ashley began their trip back.

When they reached the house the couple shed their surfing clothing and changed into their bathing suits. The weather was still feeling pretty nice so they decided to go out for a little picnic on the beach near the house. After they ate they laid side by side on the blanket enjoying one another's company.

"So," the rocker said breaking the silence. "You and that Clyde boy were sure getting along well back there at the shop."

Spencer placed her hands comfortably behind her head. "Yeah, we actually went to school together back in Ohio."

Ashley's eyebrows rose. "You're kidding."

"It's a small world. I couldn't recognize him though. I know I had class with him but he was always asleep. He was so much … different then. He always sort of kept to himself. Time changes a lot of things though. He seems happier now than he did then."

The rocker grunted in acknowledgement. "He's a very bold and daring boy. He was getting a little too close to you during the lessons."

"Ashley, what are you talking about?"

"That boy had his hands all over you when we were being taught the basics."

Spencer shook her head. "Ashley he was showing me how to balance," she countered. "Tim had to put his hands on your hips and arms to show you too. You don't see me getting all jealous."

Ashley frowned. "Who said I was jealous?"

"You implied it," the blonde giggled. "You were also shooting him some evil glares every time he did lay a finger on me. I think that drives through my point."

"It's a reflex I guess," the rocker supplied. "He just seemed a little too eager with things, especially when it came to 'balancing' you. I know those moves Spencer; I've used them on you before myself."

"Oh yeah, like when?"

Ashley bit her lip in thought. "Like … when we first went to that roller rink. We would be skating and then you would slip. I would catch you, but, my hands would 'accidentally' graze certain parts of your body."

Spencer rolled her eyes. "And here I thought you were a chivalrous girlfriend." She sighed out dramatically. "I guess I've been wrong all along."

"I am a chivalrous girlfriend," Ashley rebutted. "It's just sometimes my hands have a mind of their own and I can't control where they wander. If they happen to land on your ass or breasts from time to time don't blame me."

"You're such a pervert Ashley." The blonde laughed and smacked her on the arm. "I don't know why I put up with you and your dirty ways sometimes."

Ashley sighed contently. "It must be because you love me right?"

"Guilty." Spencer giggled.

The rocker leaned up on her elbow and looked down at Spencer. "Do you remember when we first met back in Germany?" She asked suddenly.

"What kind of question is that," the blonde giggled. "Of course I remember that day. It was one of the most nerve racking days I'd ever had in my entire life."

Ashley's eyebrow rose curiously, "Really?"

"Yes really. I, at the time, a fifteen year old girl was about to meet the biggest and sexiest singer on the planet. It was a little intimidating." She smiled and moved a loose strand of brown hair behind the rocker's ear.

"You could've fooled me," Ashley chuckled lightly. "You sure didn't seem all that nervous or intimidated when you told me off one minute into our conversation."

Spencer laughed at the memory of her fiancée's stunned face expression. "Well, you laughed at me and called me a baby. What did you expect me to do brush that off?"

Ashley shrugged and set her hand on the blonde's stomach. "I guess. That's what all the other girls I used to 'date' do. They were like robots or something. You were the first girl to … actually speak your mind instead of telling me what I wanted to hear."

"I do remember you checking me out when we first met," Spencer laughed. "You had even kissed my hand when you introduced yourself. You were oh so charming."

Ashley rolled her eyes. "I was trying to put the moves on you," she recalled. "I wanted to impress you. You were so beautiful and sweet that I felt I had to show off for you somehow." The rocker blushed.

"I was swooning that's for sure," Spencer sighed out rubbing the brunette's cheek. "You had even sung for me. It felt like I was in a dream."

"You're a dream," Ashley purred kissing her fiancée sweetly. She rested her forehead against the Spencer's and set her elbows on either side of the blonde's. "Will you marry me?"

Spencer giggled in response. "Haven't we already been through this?"

"Yes but this time is different," Ashley smiled.

"How so?"

The rocker leaned back. "Well, we're in beautiful Hawaii on the beach and not in a stuffy rehab dorm. There's no one here to interrupt us and…" She reached into the picnic basket. "This time I have a ring."

Spencer sat up. "Oh my God, Ashley you bought a ring?"

Ashley shrugged. "I wanted to do it right this time." She supplied as she took the ring out of the box. It was a twenty karat white gold ring with a three carat white diamond in the center. The brunette let out an uneasy breath. "Wow, um, I suddenly feel all nervous."

The blonde smiled at the rocker adoringly. Tears stood in Spencer's eyes as she watched Ashley compose herself.

"Okay, right, I'm gonna do this," the rocker cleared her throat. She looked into Spencer's eyes and found the confidence she needed to continue. "Spencer Carlin, my Angel, will you make me the happiest woman on earth and marry me?"

Spencer let out a light laugh and nodded. "Yes I will marry you Ashley Davies!" She tackled the brunette on to the blanket and giggled.

"Let me seal the deal," Ashley laughed sliding the ring on Spencer's hand. "There, it's official; you are now soon to be my wife."

"I can't wait," the blonde whispered capturing her official fiancée's lips. "Spencer Davies, I think that has a nice ring to it don't you think?"

Ashley smiled. "You want to change your name?"

"Why not?" Spencer frowned.

"Well, I thought you wanted to do that hyphenated thing. Like Carlin-Davies or Davies-Carlin or something like that."

The blonde's face scrunched up in disgust. "That's too long and confusing. I think we should just stick with the old fashion way."

"You say this now," Ashley laughed. "Let's wait until we discuss this with your mother and father they might have a different say on how this will go down."

"I'm sticking to my guns," Spencer stated.

"Alright, I warned you though," the rocker said pulling her fiancée into her arms. "It's too bad we've gotta head back to the city in a couple of days."

"I wish we could stay here forever," the blonde sighed.

"Well, we can make this a regular thing if you want. We can come back here every year just to get away sometimes."

"I like the sound of that."

"Me too."

"Hey ladies, what's up," Ryan greeted as he carried Kyla over to them.

"What Kyla? Are your legs broken," Ashley laughed.

"She got tired," the bass player replied in his girlfriend's defense as they took a seat.

Ashley put her hand up to her ear. "Wait, do you guys hear that? Oh yes, I do believe that's the sound of Kyla cracking that whip again on Ryan's back."

Ryan rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

Spencer smacked her fiancée's arm. "Ashley that wasn't nice."

"Sorry baby," Ashley muttered grasping the blonde's hand.

Ryan brought his hand up to his ear mockingly. "Wait, do you guys hear that?"

"Fuck you man," the rocker laughed.

"Oh my God!" Kyla suddenly yelled.

"Babe what is it," her boyfriend asked in concern.

"Spencer has an engagement ring on! Spencer you're going to get married! To Ashley! Ashley and Spencer are going to be Spashley the married couple! Because she has an engagement ring on! They're going to get-

"Okay Kyla I think I got it," Ryan laughed. "Congrats you two, I'm happy for you guys. It's about time Ashley popped the question." He briefly hugged the couple and ruffled his best friend's hair. She scowled at him playfully.

"I can't believe this, I'm so happy," Kyla cried giving the couple a bone crushing hug.

"Thanks guys," Spencer gasped out.

"Does anyone else know yet," Ryan asked.

Ashley shook her head. "No not yet. You two are the first. We plan on telling everybody as soon as we get back home though."

"This is so great," Kyla squealed once more.

"Do you guys want something to eat," Spencer asked. "We still have some food left over in the basket I think if you want some."

Ryan shook his head. "Thanks but we're good. We actually just got back from this surf shop. There's this guy who offered to cook for us there … um something Stevens?"

Spencer frowned. "Clyde?"

"Yeah," Kyla nodded. "You know him?"

"We just came back from the shop about two hours ago," the blonde continued. "I actually went to school with him back in Ohio. I didn't know he could cook."

Kyla moaned with pleasure. "He cooked us the most amazing meal."

"Damn right he did," the bass player agreed. "Believe it or not but he almost cooks as good as if not better than Grandma. He's the real deal. Plus he's a pretty cool guy."

Ashley grunted at those words. "I'm sure he is," she muttered.

A thought clicked in the blonde's mind. "Ashley weren't you looking for a personal chef," she asked thoughtfully.

Ashley knew where this was going. "No," she lied.

"Yes you were," Ryan replied earning a glare from the rocker.

"Why don't you hire Clyde," Spencer suggested. "He had told me that he didn't have a job anyways because of his father."

Kyla nodded. "That's a great idea. I mean we'd have to get to know him better first and you'd have to try his food but he's a real nice guy."

"Maybe you should look into it Ash," Ryan threw out.

Ashley shrugged. "I don't know about that you guys."

"Please," Spencer pouted.

"No Spencer you can't do that," Ashley whined. "That's not going to … oh damn it fine I'll think about it okay? God stop that!"

"Thank you," Spencer giggled kissing the rocker's cheek.

"And I thought you were whipped," Kyla whispered to Ryan.

Drama will definitely ensue SpongeBobPwns don't worry. ;)