"Ashley," Spencer sighed when she found her lazy fiancée spread out on the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Reading," the rocker held up a sports magazine. "Check this out. How does a new air hockey table sound for the game room back home? It'd be pretty fucking cool huh?"
"We promised we'd be down at the shop in a half hour and you haven't even started getting ready yet?" Spencer chastised grabbing the magazine and tossing it off to the side.
"Baby, I don't wanna go," the brunette whined. "I can just hire someone else as a cook back home. I'll give Brian a call and get him on it."
Spencer crossed her arms. "You said you'd give Clyde a chance," she reminded.
"Um yeah I did, but only because I was under the gun," Ashley pointed an accusatory finger at her fiancée. "You made me agree to that when you put on that irresistible pout of yours."
"You still said you'd give him a chance," the blonde continued. "Despite the methods in which I got you to say what you said, you still agreed."
"I was tricked," the brunette corrected.
Spencer nodded and poked the rocker's belly. "In a nutshell, yes, you were."
Ashley took hold of her fiancée's hand and tugged the blonde down on top of her. "Wouldn't you rather want to stay here?" She purred nibbling at the blonde's neck. "It'd be just the two of us, here on this comfy bed, making out, groping-"
"Ashley," Spencer moaned.
"Yes baby," the rocker murmured running her hands up her fiancée's back.
The blonde brought her lips up to the brunette's ear and whispered, "This isn't going to work."
"Alright fine, I'll get ready," Ashley stopped her light biting and released her fiancée, "I'll go, I'll eat, and we'll see where it goes from there."
"Thank you," the blonde giggled pecking the rocker's lips.
"But," Ashley continued sitting up. "If this food isn't as cracked up as Kyla and Ryan says it is. I'm not going to be a happy camper."
"Whatever you say," Spencer sung out skipping out of the room.
"Dude," Ryan moaned out patting his belly contently. "How do you do it? Are you like some kind of chef robot or something? You're food is the best!"
The surf instructor laughed shyly. "I wouldn't say it's the best but-"
"I would," Aiden intervened around a mouthful.
"This is amazing Clyde," Spencer added taking the last bite of her meal.
"Thanks," Clyde smiled looking down bashfully. "I try."
"Isn't his food delicious Ash," Kyla asked looking across the table towards her sister.
Ashley shrugged. Spencer frowned disapprovingly at her fiancée. The rocker had been quiet the whole dinner. Usually you couldn't get the brunette to shut up at the dinner table but not tonight. She hadn't said one word since they'd arrived at the shop.
An awkward silence filled the room. Clyde cleared his throat. "Um, I guess I'll go get the dessert," he muttered as he hurriedly left the room.
"Can you try to act a little civilly Ashley," Spencer chided.
Ashley shrugged once more. "I guess."
"So," Ryan said as he rubbed his hands together. "What do you think of his food? The guy's a genius right?" He asked looking at his best friend expectantly.
The rocker gave a hesitant nod. "His cooking is fantastic yes." She agreed reluctantly. She was really hoping that she wouldn't like his cooking but, there was no denying it. Clyde was a great cook.
"I knew you would like it," Kyla chimed.
"Yeah, I like the food, I don't like him," Ashley countered crossing her arms.
"The guy's cool Ash," Ryan defended. "Cut him some slack."
"Ashley," Spencer turned to her fiancée. "Clyde has been nothing but nice to all of us. He even took time out to cook us this great meal. What is there to dislike?"
"He's had eyes for nobody but you since we've gotten here Spencer," Ashley hissed. "He looks like he wants to throw you down and take you on this table."
Spencer rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous Ashley."
The rocker scoffed. "I'm not being ridiculous," Ashley countered.
"I've got dessert," Clyde announced carrying in everyone's plates. "I hope you guys like my homemade strawberry cheesecake."
"Oh, yum," Susan moaned taking a bite. "This is amazing!"
Everyone chimed in agreement. Clyde smiled and looked over to the rocker. Ashley hadn't touched her slice yet. "Ashley," he asked. "Is there something wrong?"
"Not at all," she replied quietly.
"Why don't you try the cheesecake Ash," Spencer suggested with a smirk.
Ashley shot her fiancée glare. She knew. The blonde knew that strawberry cheesecake was one of the rocker's favorite dessert dishes. She knew that when Ashley took a bite of that oh so delicious looking cheesecake the brunette would give in.
"Here," Spencer continued holding a piece of her slice up. "I'll feed you some."
Ashley narrowed her eyes angrily but opened her mouth nonetheless. Involuntarily her eyes shut out of sheer pleasure. She tried in vain to hold back then moan that had managed to slip out. She tried to pretend that this wasn't the best cheesecake she had ever tasted. But she couldn't.
"So, do you like it?" Clyde asked with a smile.
Ashley swallowed. "That was so fucking good," she sighed out.
Everyone chuckled lightly. Spencer gave her fiancée a pointed look. The rocker nodded and cleared her throat. "Hey kid," she began.
Clyde looked up. "Yes?"
"Um, Spencer tells me that you don't have a job," Ashley continued. "They were considering for you to work back in New York as our personal chef?"
"We won't take no for an answer," Kyla added.
"Yes we will," Ashley replied quickly. "I mean if it doesn't work out…"
"Wow," the surf instructor gasped. "This is a huge surprise."
"C'mon, say yes man," Ryan begged playfully. The rocker kicked him under the table. He winced and shot her a confused look. "What?" He whispered.
"I'll have to talk to my father first," Clyde informed.
"That's fine, you just get back to us when you have time," Spencer replied with a soft smile.
"Cool," the surf instructor nodded.
"Well," Ashley said standing up. "That was some great grub, um; I think it's time that we head back to the house baby." She informed looking towards her fiancée.
"Right," the blonde muttered rising from her seat. "Thank you for the dinner and dessert Clyde it was beyond perfect. Think about that offer."
"I will," Clyde smiled.
The whole ride back to the house was silent despite the many attempts Ashley made to start a conversation with her heated fiancée. It was only until they'd made it into their bedroom and started changing did the blonde finally decided to speak.
"I can't believe how rude you were," Spencer chided slipping into her pajama bottoms.
The rocker scoffed. "Me?"
"Yes you," the blonde continued. "Ashley, you were mean to Clyde all night. He didn't do anything to deserve that kind of treatment from you."
"Spencer, he was eye fucking you," Ashley countered.
"Gosh Ashley," The blonde frowned in disgust. "Do you have to use that kind of language?"
"I don't like the guy okay," the rocker continued heatedly. "End of story."
"Stop acting so childish!"
"I'm not acting childish! The only reason I offered him the stupid job was so that I could get you to shut up about it!"
The hurt look that came across the blonde's face drained all the anger right out of Ashley. She quickly tried to back pedal. "Spencer that's not what I meant-"
"I just want to go to bed now," the blonde said in a hushed tone. She picked up a pillow and shoved it into the rocker's chest. "The couch awaits you," and with that Spencer slipped into bed.
Ashley let out a sigh and headed for the living room. It was going to be a long restless night.
The next morning, after getting an uncomfortable four hours of sleep, the rocker found her fiancée, still visibly angry, in the kitchen washing dishes.
"Do you need any help with those," Ashley whispered walking over to Spencer.
The blonde, of course, ignored her. That was expected.
The rocker let out a sigh. "Baby, please don't be mad at me," she pleaded leaning against the counter. "I didn't mean what I said last night. I feel like an ass."
"You should feel like one," Spencer muttered shoving a plate into the washer.
"Ouch," Ashley mouthed. "I deserved that."
The blonde turned to her fiancée. She looked at the brunette expectantly. "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"I'm sorry," Ashley continued. "That was wrong for me to say. I was getting heated up and I let the green eyed monster get the best of me. It's just…" The rocker trailed off.
"It's just what?" Spencer pressed.
"It's just, it's weird having someone, other than me, checking you out," Ashley replied dropping her gaze to the floor. "I guess I'm not used to it."
The blonde frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Usually we're just around family and the guys and I know they don't check you out because you're like a little sister to them. Plus if they did they'd know I'd kill them." The rocker supplied with a shrug.
Spencer let out a light chuckle. "Ashley," she breathed out. "You are … unbelievable."
"Angel," Ashley sighed grabbing the blonde's hands. She gave Spencer her most adorable pout and whispered. "I was stupid. Please forgive me."
The blonde bit back a grin. "You just don't want to sleep on the couch anymore." She chided playfully. "Don't you?"
"Well there is that," Ashley joked. "No, but, I just don't want there to be anymore more fighting between us. This is supposed to be a happy trip."
"No more fighting," Spencer whispered.
"I love you," the brunette said bringing their lips together in a light kiss. She broke away and gave her fiancée a charming smile. "So seriously don't you think an air hockey table will be cool?"
Spencer snorted. "There goes that touching moment," she muttered sarcastically.