Hi all, now I am seeking vengence on 'memyname' who's recent author's note was rather cheeky...if anyone has any ideas on how i can return the embarrasment or just seek revenge in anyway (I've got some good dirt on her...) please let me know in your reviews. Thanks!!!
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Finding The Story

Chapter 25

Ring Ring…Ring Ring…

"Hello?" A husky, sleep-laced voice answered.

"Morning Ash, how's Ohio?"

"Hey Ky, yeah it's good, Mr C is awake so it's happy days here." She smirked at the half naked girl lying in her arms.

"Oh that's fantastic news!"

"Yeah it is. So what's up anyway? Bit early for you isn't it?" The brunette glanced at the clock and worked out it was only 7.30am in L.A.

"Urgh I know, but some asshole from the record company has just called me. You are not their favourite person."

"Tell me something I don't know. What have I done now?" She rolled her eyes, and absentmindedly played with the blonde hair.

"They didn't buy your sickness story. It was fine at first, but as they haven't seen or heard from you, they think you pulled out to go see your lady friend in Ohio."

"What!?" Ashley sat up suddenly, startling awake her sleeping beauty in the process.

"Chill Ash, I'm only joking. They do want to see you though."

"Fucking hell Kyla, you absolute douche!" Spencer rubbed her eyes, and noticed the slightly panicked expression on the singer's face. To try and calm her, she started drawing circles on the exposed patch of skin at the bottom of her back. The response was immediate. "I don't want to go yet." She pouted towards Spencer and was rewarded with a morning kiss.

"Urgh stop that, I can hear you!"

"Mhmm." Was Kyla's only answer, as Ashley continued her assault on Spencer's lips.

"You're gross. Listen to me if you can bear to tear yourself away. I've booked you a flight for tonight, thought it would give you another day with Carlin. That ok?"

"Not really, but thanks for the thought."

"Right, I'm going before you two scar me for life."

As the line went dead, Ashley settled back into Spencer's embrace and recounted the conversation. The blonde was not impressed at losing the singer earlier than planned, but managed to put on a face that said 'That's fine, do whatever'.

"I know you're pissed. I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do about it."

"It's alright, I'll be joining you in a couple of days anyway. Just want to spend a bit more time with my family, I've actually kinda missed them."

"Even Glen?" Ashley quirked an eyebrow in faux confusion.

"Yes, somehow, even Glen!"

"You're family are amazing Spence, I had such a good night with them. Your mom was right, I'm really not a superstar in this house, and it was nice to just be treated like any other guest." Spencer held her girl closer to her chest and kissed the top of her head.

"They liked you, a lot."

"It's hard not to love me." Ashley deadpanned, receiving a pinch to the sides for her cockiness. "Ok, ok, maybe it's a little hard!"

"Hmm, so what do you want to do with your last day here?"

"Anything you want, I figured you'd want to be with your dad." They untangled themselves, so they could talk properly.

"Well yeah, but I want to spend time with you too."

"How about, we just hang out here then? I know you still need to get a half decent interview out of me too."

"Shit yeah I do, James has been cutting me some slack, but I really do have to show him something soon!"

"Well that's settled then, let's get all showered and dressed, grab some breakfast, then we can be all professional and do an interview in your lounge." The brunette smiled a wide, cheesy grin and dashed out of the bed. Quickly followed by the blonde, who decided coffee was in order.

After Paula had fed the girl's a hearty breakfast of coffee, freshly squeezed juice and pancakes – not homemade, for their own safety, the pair moved themselves to the quiet of the lounge to start their interview.

The reporter moved her pad of paper to her lap and started jotting down some questions. When she was ready, she found her dad's old voice recorder and clicked it on, as Ashley slunk down in her seat and made herself comfortable opposite the blonde.

"So, what is it about music that gives you such drive and passion?"

"You're not going easy on me are you?" She saw Spencer shake her head with a grin. "Ok, as you know, my dad used to play in a band. They were never hugely successful, but he loved his guitar and writing music. I used to go and watch him play at some minor concerts and the buzz was addictive. One day I asked him to teach me to play, and I've never stopped." Spencer nodded and noted down a few points next to her question.

"Ok, next, why do you think you have this reputation for being a bitch?" Spencer deadpanned, making Ashley giggle.

"Maybe because I am one?!"

"Yeah, but not to everyone, and not all the time. Why do only some people get ripped a new one?" Spencer was actually serious this time, and Ashley sensed the change.

"I like to think I treat the fans well. They've given me so much support over the years and I try and show my gratitude by taking time out to sign autographs, pose for pictures and give all that I can to each performance."

Spencer knew what the singer was doing. There is a reason why she's a bitch and she has just expertly dodged another question. "So we know why the fans get to see the nice side of you, what about the rest of the world and their relationship with your attitude."

"Spencer do I have to answer these? Why can't you do a regular interview like everyone else?"

"Ash, I'm trying to get something new. Do you want to be seen as The Bitch for the rest of your career?" Feeling her resolve crumble into those probing blue eyes, Ashley took a deep breath and continued.

"Fine! With the fans, I know they won't hurt me." She ducked her head down to hide the blush in her cheeks. "I know they love the music, and as long as I keep doing what I'm doing, they aren't going to suddenly turn on me. Managers, producers, roadies, video directors, tour organisers…reporters, they have no reason to not ruin me. So I guess I hurt them before they can hurt me. Shields up and all that."

"Have you always been like that?" Spencer found herself just being nosey, and not necessarily interviewing the woman.

"Well, I've not always been a successful singer!" Ashley answered attempting to lighten the mood. "I guess I saw how hard my Dad had it, he took things to heart, he was a pretty gentle guy. I decided to not to give anyone a chance to beat me down like that, and now it's just part of who I am."

"Do you ever feel guilty for the way you treat people?" On hearing that question Ashley began picking at the nails on her left hand, a nervous habit she'd had since childhood. "Sometimes, depends on the person, and the situation we both find ourselves in."

Spencer caught the hint in Ashley's last answer, and it struck a chord with her that the singer had felt guilty about how she had acted when they first met. She changed the subject with her next question.

"Ok, here's an easier question. Which is your favourite song to perform?"

The brunette thought about that for a moment; she loved singing all her songs to an audience. No matter how ridiculous the subject matter, each one was part of her and it was an amazing feeling to see a sea of people singing her lyrics each night.

"I guess I'd have to say 'This is the Life'. Although I do end up resembling a nodding dog on a dashboard, it's a bit different to all my others, and the crowd always go wild for it." Spencer smiled at the memory.

"Which song do you like to see me perform?" The journalist was slightly taken aback by the question, and immediately blushed. Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me…oooft that was so hot!

"Um, well I've not seen an entire show yet, so you know, I um…couldn't give a fair answer!" Nice save genius!

Ashley moved towards the other girl, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling them towards each other. She then ran a soft finger down a flushed cheek, moving a stray strand of blonde hair behind an ear in the process. Leaning in slowly, she whispered huskily, making Spencer's stomach release a swarm of dancing butterflies in her stomach.

"You can see my show anytime you want Blondie." Ashley dipped her head down slightly and ran the tip of her tongue along the exposed neck before her.

"Ash…" Spencer moaned, as the hand around her waist started to caress her thigh, climbing higher with every stroke.

"Mhmm?" Ashley responded as she leaned across the blonde and continued to litter nips and kisses along her jaw-line. When she felt hands get lost in her curls, it only spurred her on.

"Damn Spencer, why dya have to ruin this for me by being my sister?!" The blonde man clamped his eyes shut and put his hand over them for good measure.

"Glen! I'm going to kill you!" Spencer shouted as she quickly pulled away from her brunette.

"Don't worry, the pain in my eyes is enough punishment! Hey Ashley."

"Hey Glen." The singer responded while running a hand through her hair, attempting to cool herself off.

"Seriously, what do you want? We're working here."

"Yeah, sis, that's really what it looked like." He shuddered and separated to check that the lesbian coast was clear.

"Glen…" The sibling threatened through gritted teeth.

"I'm going, I'm going, I only wanted to watch television. No bother, I'll go shoot hoops instead." He walks out of the room and soon enough the steady thump of a basketball hitting the concrete drive could be heard.

"Sorry about him."

"It's ok, come on, lets carry on." Ashley repositioned herself in away from Spencer so she wouldn't be tempted once again.

"Nah, dya want to just go for a walk for something? Get out of the house?"

"Yeah, sounds good. Can you let me in the trunk of your car on the way out?" She asked jumping up, and making her way over to the front door.

"Sure thing. Mom we're off out, see you later." She grabbed her keys, placed Ashley's hat on her head and walked out to her car.

With Spencer once again kept away from the back of the car, the singer rummaged around in the bags until she found the one from Ray Ban. She unboxed her pair and placed them over her eyes. She opened the packaging on the second pair, shut the trunk and walked over to the blonde.

"Hey sexy shades!"

"I'm glad you like them." She moved her hand from behind her back, and presented Spencer with the gold pair. "Because I got you a pair too."

The journalist beamed and quickly placed them on her eyes. She struck a model's pose, much like Ashley had done while with the assistant, Jackson, and then lunged forward for a bone-crushing hug.

"These are so expensive! Why did you get me some too?" She asked as she pulled away.

"I liked them, and I thought you'd look cute…I was right, as usual." Ashley laced their fingers together and followed as Spencer started walking down the street. "And, I've seen you wear any yet, so I thought I'd get you some that might double as a disguise. So we could go out together more, and not have to worry."

"Aww aren't you the biggest romantic! Thank you, I love them."

"And you look hot, so it's kinda my present too." Ashley smiled her nose-crinkling smile and stretched up slightly to kiss the other girl on the lips. In public, big step, I don't care. She's gorgeous, she's amazing and she's mine.

So that's the extra pair of sunnies explained...
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