A/N- Man I'm on a roll recently! I've been in such a good mood, and in such a writing mood recently, that I'm able to keep getting these things to you guys! =) I don't know how long it'll last, but I'll keep going either way. I kind of feel like I might've rushed this post a bit. But at the same time, as you read it, you'll see it has adequate details and all the usual stuff. And even a nice cliff-hanger. I love you! hahaha... But as always, be honest in your reviews.. which btw.. where have some of you guys been? Because my last two chapters only got a few reviews.. even I'm used to more then that. Either way, I hope that if anything, you're at least reading! =) All that matters to me.

CREDIT! For this chapter, I'm gonna give credit tooooo... somthgIlike2do, again, because your second idea went into this. Except I changed who she gets photographed with. haha And too ConcealedAttraction, because I brought your suggestion in for this chapter! =) So idea credit goes to you two and this chapter is dedicated to the both of you! =) Hope you enjoy it. =)

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imaferrari- I messaged you about most of your review. I took some of your ideas, and it helped to clear up some things in this chapter that you and/or anyone else might've been thinking. And then put my own little twist and stuff on them as well. But I hope that this helps to calm you down just a bit. haha Enjoy sweetheart. =)

ConcealedAttraction- Heya baby cakes. =) There is some definite angst comin! I'll be honest about that much. haha ;P On the celebrity part, it's touched on in this chapter, and from both of their perspectives, so you'll get a glimpse into their minds on that one. After this chapter.. I don't know how either of them are going to get out of this with their individual stubborness clouding their judgment. hahaha.. ;PP I'm glad you love it your name, I would hope you do since you picked it. ;) What made you want to change it? And btw.. what is 'hik'..? You take care also! =)

hugbuddy13- I hope they're ok as well. The cliff-hanger kinda sucks for everyone. haha.. And I'm glad you're liking the speed. I'm hoping I can keep it up for a bit and get the story somewhere. =)

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Oh.. and a reminder that I forgot to put on the last chapter, italics are more personal thoughts. Something that they're actually thinking instead of a general action or whatever. So yea.. just a reminder, because I know I go from using italics to not. Sorry if there was any confusion.

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-Mel

"…FOUR'S A NUISANCE"

Spencer's POV

Roxanne and I work for almost another hour, before deciding that we can split up what's left and do the rest on our own. I refrain from arguing with her that we should have just done this in the first place. But reprimand myself silently instead, because I could have thought about that myself.

When I get home, it's almost ten. I contemplate showing up at the party, but then realize that I have no idea where it is. I think about calling Ashley, also, but in the end decide to just wait. I'm still pretty upset at her for her comment, so I'm not the only one who should be trying to fix this. At least that's what the stubborn part of me is saying. And for now, I've decided to listen to it.

Tonight was supposed to be about our first public appearance; but in the end, it's just not the most important thing to me. The fact that I'm a celebrity is just a bonus to the awesome career that I was blessed with. But to Ashley, being a celebrity is something she's always been. So I can't blame her for not looking at it the same way I do, when it's nothing new or out of the ordinary for her.

Point is, though, there's just no need for our first public appearance to be a huge fight. Our relationship is public record because of the video interview we did in Milan, but not much has been put in the tabloids here, because not a lot of magazines print huge articles without pictures. We've gotten a few shout-outs here and there, but nothing has truly been confirmed in the states. They couldn't even take stills of the video because it would breach our contracts.

I decide to just take a shower and sleep in the room given to me when I first moved in.

Once I'm settled under the sheets, I just lay here. The last time I slept in this bed was before I left to Milan. I haven't slept away from Ashley since then either. God, a month can change so much! I'm so attached to her already, that on the nights I can actually think about it, it scares me. Tonight being one of those nights. We've been seeing each other for roughly two months, and we've been inseparable for the past month now. I didn't think we'd have our first fight this soon either; especially about something we've discussed. I have no idea what's going to happen tomorrow, but I pray that we can just say our sorries quickly and be ok again. Because this fight is exactly what I didn't want to happen.

Somewhere in the midst of my thoughts, I fell asleep. Because I wake to a knock on the bedroom door, and realize it's morning when I open my eyes.

"Come in." I call out with a groggy voice.

My best friend Madison walks in, a sad smile on her face. "Hey kiddo." She calls to me. I smirk at the familiarity of the nickname; knowing she says it on occasion. A habit she drops and picks up frequently. "How you doing?" She asks as she climbs into bed with me.

I cuddle into my best friend's side and sigh deeply. She wraps her arms around me comfortingly and waits patiently. "How did you know?" I ask softly.

"I was home when you called Ashley. We were in the kitchen together, so I heard her side of the conversation. I'm sure that last comment wasn't the best." She tells me.

I shake my head 'no' in agreement and swallow the lump forming in my throat at the remembrance of it. "It definitely wasn't. I mean, I understand her being upset, but going that far? I just don't think it was all that fair. I hope she's more understanding now, cause I'm sure she thought about it all night." I tell her, knowing how Ashley is.

"I hope so too." I hear her mumble, unconvinced, and I look up into her face.

"What is it?" She glances at me and then looks around the room. "Don't sugar coat it please. Just tell me." I deadpan.

"Ashley's on the cover of 'Ok!' and 'In Touch' this morning. Apparently they printed special editions in honor of these pictures." She tells me sadly and reaches over to the night stand.

I didn't even see her come in with anything. Then again I was still half asleep.

She hands the magazines to me and I sit up in bed as my eyes scan the front's of them.

-X-X-X-X-X-

Ashley's POV

My phone beeps, signaling that Spencer has hung up. "Damn it!" I say loudly and stop myself from throwing my phone across the kitchen.

Madison is staring at me with wide eyes, so I turn away from her, knowing that she heard everything I said to Spencer.

"Fuck." I mumble to myself, knowing that I shouldn't have said that last thing to Spence. But knowing that my anger got the better of me.

I walk out of the room and head upstairs to finish getting ready. The limo's going to be here soon, and I know my manager will be pissed if I ditch my own party.

My entire body feels detached from my brain as I get dressed in my short skirt and leather vest. I straightened my hair an hour ago, so as I look in the mirror, I run a comb through it to make sure it's not frizzing up yet.

While I'm finishing my make-up, I hear the P.A. system come on and Madison's voice as she tells my driver that I'll be down in a moment. I take a deep breath, trying my best to not think about Spencer's and my fight, I head downstairs and walk out to the limo with my driver following behind me.

Once I'm situated inside my limo, I let my mind play over our fight. I don't see how she could have just cancelled on me, on our night, like that. She knows how important this night was too me. And for some stupid girl, and some school project, she blows me off? I frown at my own thoughts for a moment. As mad as I am at Spencer, I also know how much she wanted to be here. And I feel even worse when I remember that fandom isn't one of Spencer's things. She doesn't care if the whole world knows. God I'm such an idiot for saying what I said to her! I made such a big deal out of this, when I know that she cancelled for a good reason.

But my stubbornness get's the better of me, as it always does, and I let my anger cloud my judgment once more. She should still be here though! There has to have been something she could've done to be here tonight. She obviously wasn't trying hard enough to end her time with Roxanne quickly!

I pour myself a glass of the champagne I special ordered for us tonight, and down it quickly. Then I pour myself another and drink about half of it down, too. I take a deep breath as I feel the alcohol work into my system. I've always been one to fall quickly under with champagne, but I'm going to need it tonight. It'll be the only thing that helps me escape from these emotions and it'll slap a smile on my face for the cameras.

When the limo pulls to a stop in front of the producer's mansion, I slap a fake smile on my face and wait for the door to open. When it does, I step slowly out and make sure that my balance is in accurate check; before turning and giving the paparazzi, that are stuck outside the gate, a smile and a wave.

As I always do, I've shown up over an hour late so that I can be here after everyone else. So as I walk through the front door, I hear a loud round-of-applause and hoots and hollers go around; as people congratulate me in unison for the CD release.

I smile and wave at everyone as I make my way inside, and I'm instantly approached by a waiter with a tray of champagne glasses. "Thank you." I say sweetly, needing another drink already as I make my way further into the crowd of people.

I'm smiling and waving in every direction as people call out to me.

"It's about time you showed up." Tony, my manager, says as he approaches me.

"Oh hush up Tony. This is a party. A gathering of happiness. Get off your high horse for a second and enjoy it." I tell him. All of it being true, and part of it slurred from the alcohol that's invading my system with each passing second.

"Great, you're already intoxicated. Where's the girlfriend?" He sneers and I scowl at him instantly.

"Not available. What the hell is up your ass tonight? Why are you looking around as if you're waiting for someone to get you?" I ask, noticing his actions.

"The big guys from the label are here. They originally told me they wouldn't be, but for some reason, changed their minds. And I'd rather them not speak to you if you're already drunk." He says as he stares around the room.

"Pshh, and you think I care? I make these guys millions of dollars a year. I could give two shits how they see me right now." I tell him and then down the rest of my champagne. "Besides, by the end of the night, I won't be the only drunk person here. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an empty glass that needs filling. Tell the big wigs that I'm around if they need to consult with me." I say and walk away without a reply. I know I've left him furious behind me.

I seriously need to fire him already. He drives me more and more nuts as the days go by. I don't even need him!

I find another waiter passing out champagne and signal him towards me. "Thank you sweetheart. And could do me a favor and get me a Three Kings, on the rocks? I need something a little stronger to sip on." He nods and turns to do as I've asked.

It's then that I see her. God knows how she got into this party; but I know the only way it was possible is if she found some celebrity date and sexed him or her up to get here. Her eyes lock on mine and she makes her way towards me.

"Ashley." She seems to purr. "Fancy seeing you here." She says mischievously.

"Riiight." I slur slightly, but swallow thickly to regain some composure. "It's obvious that this is my party, so there's nothing fancy or coincidence about it." I tell her with an eye roll.

"Maybe not, but it's rather nice to see you regardless." She says as she moves closer to me.

"Get away from me Alexis." I tell her and turn to leave. I almost trip over my own feet, but she catches my hips from behind and pulls me into her as an upbeat song begins to play. "Dance with me. I've been waiting to dance all night, and it seems the DJ is finally ready." She tells me against the shell of my ear.

I suddenly regret the fact that I've let myself drink so much, because if there's one thing I love to do when I drink; it's dance. Wait, scratch that, there's two things. I also become extremely horny and flirtatious. Or is that classified as three? The point here, is that I'm eternally screwed if I'm not careful tonight!

She starts to move to the beat, and I let my body get lost in it almost instantly. Being consumed by the pulsing of the bass and the erotic lyrics of the song. And let's not forget the liquid heat coursing through my veins, charging my actions forward against my better judgment.

"God, I forgot how good of a dancer you are." Alexis whispers in my ear, almost thirty minutes later.

We've been dancing since the DJ started, after my arrival, and since then I've gone through two Three Kings and two more glasses of champagne. And at this point, it equals a pretty drunk Ashley Davies.

"You're not so bad yourself." I allow myself to say; knowing it's the cleanest thing running through my mind right now. And I didn't want to be rude and not give her some kind of compliment back. "Excuse me." I mumble when I see Aiden approaching me.

We meet up in the middle and he gives me a look. "God, Aiden. I don't have time for your puppy-dog bull shit right now." I tell him hotly, and he just continues to look at me.

"As much as I want to say you're right, which you are partially; I was actually coming over here because I was worried about the situation you're getting yourself into. If there's one thing I've learned about you from all our years of friendship, it's that you only get this drunk when something's wrong, or when you're being irresponsible. And the last time I checked, you moved on from being irresponsible. So just be careful. Rumor has it that the girl you're dancing with gets around. And I'd rather not see you fuck up your relationship with Spencer. Kyla told me a lot about you guys before we broke up. So whatever happened that caused her to not be here tonight, don't let that drive some lust-filled revenge with this tramp." He tells me and I just stare at him.

After a few moments of silence, I feel a presence behind me and look over my shoulder. "Ok, thank you Aiden." I reply, business like, and then turn to face the CEO of the label I'm signed with. "Hey Mr. K." I say seriously and give him and his body guard a head nod.

They both return the gesture. "I just wanted to come over and personally congratulate you on your recent record and earnings, Ms. Davies. You've been doing great and the recent bonus track being endorsed on this deluxe album is superb!" He tells me and gives me a small smile. The kind of smile that a mob boss would give his employees. It's not friendly, but it's not really rude either.

"Thank you. I think of all the albums, this one has been my favorite so far." I tell him honestly.

"Well it's the album that's made you the most money so far. So I can attest to that." He tells me and laughs. Still giving me the impression of a mob boss.

I just nod and smile.

"Are you working on anything new?" He asks me. This is turning into the kind of conversation we always have. And it's not that I expect anything less or more. But couldn't he leave this for another day and have just stopped after the congratulations? I mean we are here celebrating.

"Of course. I've got a few ideas looking to turn into a few good songs. I'm recording from home at the moment, but when I have something solid, I'll bring it to the table." I tell him and he nods.

"Good good. Always my best girl." He says, and this time his smile resembles one a mob boss would give to his daughter. It's just fatherly and proud; knowing that I'm still hard at work just after a tour. "Give my regards to your father and keep up the good work." He says and then he and his guy walk away.

I just wave at his retreating form. Rolling my eyes at the waste of conversation; I feel two arms snake around my waist. "Ready for more?" A warm, yet extremely uncomforting voice and breath, washes over the side of my face.

"No. I think I'm just ready to go." I say as the feel of Alexis' body against mine suddenly makes me miss the perfect feel and warmth of Spencer's body.

"And ditch your own party? C'mon Ash. What could possibly be better than this tonight?" She asks, and I see the glint in her eye. The one that I know is going to lead to some deviancy.

"Apparently a school project." I grumble. And she just quirks an eyebrow at me. "Forget it. Let's dance." I say as a fresh wave of anger courses through me.

And I've been deviated.

I don't care though as I grab a fresh glass of champagne from a passing waiter and down half of it. Then let Alexis lead me into the center of gyrating bodies that are drunkenly dancing to some new rap song.

Two hours later, I'm too drunk to care as Alexis and I stumble out of the house towards my limo. We're laughing about something that probably doesn't even make sense and my limo driver waits patiently as we sway together from side to side in a drunken fit of giggles.

"Oh my goodness." I laugh as I start to climb into my limo, but stop when Alexis begins to follow. "What're you doing?" I look at her, my laughter stopping abruptly.

"Getting into your limo." She purrs seductively.

"I don't think so." I begin to sober up quickly and start climbing out of the limo so that I can back her away from the door.

"Aww c'mon Ashley." She says with a flirtatious voice. "I know you want this just as bad as I do." She says provocatively and starts to push me back towards the open door; pinning me between the limo and her body.

I'm too drunk right now to really care about the paparazzi that are still standing no more than twenty feet from us, snapping away at this whole scenario. But I smile inwardly when I think about all the contracts I have that are going to be my saving grace tomorrow.

Alexis leans in and I turn my face away when she gets too close. So instead she kisses my neck and then drags her nose up to my ear. "C'mon Ash. We can have a repeat of last time." She bites my ear and I keep myself in check, knowing it's only the alcohol making me respond to her. Because in reality, my stomach is churning violently, in all the wrong ways; because her touch is more revolting than anything else when compared to how any touch by Spencer makes me feel.

Gripping her hips, I force her back and she stumbles a few steps due to her own drunken circumstance. I take the opportunity to nod to my limo driver and climb in. He shuts the door quickly behind me and I lock it as I see him run around to the other side. Alexis tries the handle and then knocks on the window. I know she can't see through the tinted windows, but it doesn't matter as the limo pulls away from the curb.

Lowering the window between me and the driver, I call out. "Go to this address instead, please." I say as I fish for a stray piece of paper in my purse and scribble it down with my eye liner. I climb to the front and hand it to him, before collapsing on the plush couch, exhausted.

-X-X-X-X-X

Spencer's POV

"Are you serious? We get into one measly fight and she runs into the arms of another woman? And she said she wasn't what the other tabloids made her out to be! God I can't fucking believe her!" I vent loudly to Madison as I walk around the room, roughly pulling clothes on. "God! I can't fucking believe her! After everything she told me! After everything she made me believe! Is she here?" I ask once I've finished getting dressed.

"I'm not sure. I haven't seen her this morning. And I don't usually have a reason to go and find her. So I don't know if she's in her room or not." She tells me softly. She's still sitting on my bed; out of my rampaging way.

I turn away from her and leave the room without a reply. I head down the hall to Ashley's room and walk in. Her bed hasn't been slept in, and I know she didn't come home because the room looks as it did while I was in here last night.

I turn towards the door just as I see Madison prop her hip against the frame. "No sign of her?" She asks in her soothing voice.

I take a frustrated breath, and shake my head no. "It doesn't look like she came home last night." I whimper as the first of tears slide down my face and I begin to cry.

Madison walks to me in a second and has me wrapped in her arms. "Shh. It's ok Spence. It doesn't mean she's with her. She could've stayed at a friend's or even went to her sister's house." She tries to soothe me, but the pain is bad enough with just the practical evidence.

"How could she do this? Does she seriously think I'm having an affair with Roxanne so she's doing this as revenge?" I say through my tears as I cling to my best friend.

"You still don't know that. You know how the paparazzi can be. Give her a chance." Madison says, but her voice partially betrays her words. She's just as angry as I am that this all adds up to what it looks like.

I sniffle and step back from Madi a little. "I think I'm gonna try and call Kyla, see if she's heard from Ash." I tell her and walk from the room.

I grab my phone from the nightstand and call Kyla's number.

"Hello?" A groggy voice answers. I recognize it as Kyla's.

"Hey Ky. Its Spencer." I tell her, trying to clear my voice up so she can't hear the left over sniffles. "Sorry to wake you." I tell her sincerely.

"It's ok. What's up?" She asks.

"Actually, I was looking for Ash. Is she, by any chance, at your house?" I ask softly.

"I don't know honestly." She says, and I don't hear any trace of a lie in her voice. "I got home really late last night, and I went straight to bed. So if she's here I'm not aware of it at the moment." She tells me. "Is everything alright?" She asks sweetly.

"I'm not sure yet." I tell her honestly. "I'm gonna stop by, if you stay awake and you find out she is there, could you not tell her that I'm coming over?" I ask, biting my lip; because I know that's her sister I'm asking her to lie too.

"Yea. No problem. See you later." She says and yawns.

"Bye." I say and hang up.

I contemplate calling Ashley's cell. But I don't want to risk missing her in person. I grab the magazines off of the bed and grab my keys from the dresser as I walk out the bedroom door.

"Madison, I'm heading over to Kyla's. Thanks for the heads-up this morning." I call as I start down the stairs moments later.

"No problem." She calls back to me.

I jump in the car and peel out, a fresh wave of anger suddenly coursing through me.

But when I get to Kyla's house, I park and wait a moment. Going in there yelling won't help me get anywhere. I need to calm down some, at least.

-X-X-X-X-X-

Ashley's POV

I wake up to the sound of the bedroom door opening and a pounding headache.

"Good morning." My sister says as she comes to lay down next to me and getting comfortable on the pillow opposite my own. "Would you like to explain to me why you're here?" She says as she let's her eyes close.

"Spence and I got into a fight last night. Because she couldn't make it home in time for the party. I got drunk and danced with Alexis all night. When I got in my limo to leave, it hit me that Spencer would probably be at the house by the time I got there. And I wasn't prepared to face her like that. So I came here instead." I tell her, my voice void of any emotion.

"Gotcha." She tells me in a mumble and then she begins to fall back to sleep.

I close my eyes to follow after her, but I hear the doorbell ring. "Kyla, someone's at your door." I whisper to her, half asleep already.

She doesn't budge and the doorbell goes off again.

Sighing in defeat, I climb out of bed and make my way downstairs in nothing more then my bra and boy shorts from last night. Hope whoever's at the door is ready for a show.

When I swing the door open, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the bright sun now beaming in my face, but once they do - I swallow thickly at the broken face of my girlfriend.

I swear I hear her mumble a 'Thank God.' under her breath, before she steps through the door and past me into the entryway.

I silently walk towards the kitchen, needing a cup of coffee and a large Tylenol. We both stand silently as the coffee brews, and I'm not sure what she could be waiting for; seeing as she's the one who showed up here. Then again, there are plenty of things that I could be saying as well. Starting with 'I'm sorry'.

Once the coffee is done brewing - I pour Spencer a cup and prepare it how she likes it. I put it down in front of her before pouring my own cup and swallowing a large, hot gulp with some aspirin.

As I begin taking my next sip, Spencer tosses some magazines onto the countertop so that they slide towards me. My eyes scan the front of the top one and I choke on my sip of coffee.

"What the hell?" I exclaim as I set my mug down and pick up both of them; taking in the pictures and headlines on the both of them. Different titles ranging from, 'Davies does it again. Cheating caught on camera!', to 'What Spashley?' and 'Where's Spencer?' "Are you serious?" I continue out loud, but not speaking towards Spencer.

She has yet to say anything, and when I look up she appears to be studying my reaction.

"Please don't tell me you believe this crap, Spencer!" I tell her, but reign in my tone.

"I don't know. Because you see, I could have easily chalked it up to being a half story as it always is with the paparazzi and magazine's these days. Until I realized who the girl in the picture is, that's getting into your limo!" She says and her temper flares towards the end.

"She never got into my limo! She tried, but I didn't let her!" I tell her quickly.

"It most definitely doesn't look that way Ashley! I mean seriously? You think for a split second last night that I could be cheating on you with Roxanne, a girl I told you I did not want to be spending my time with, so you run out and hook up with an old flame at a record party that you were trying to make all about our coming out?" She demands and I do my best to keep my temper in check at her accusations.

"I'm sorry about what I said Spencer, I truly am, but I did nothing with her last night!" I try and convince her.

"Open it up to the cover spread." She tells me evenly and I do as she's said. "Doesn't look like nothing to me. Cause that's her attached to your neck isn't it?" She asks me in a lower tone, and I can tell that she's refraining from crying.

I feel bad because she's hurting, but my anger is burning blue from her accusations. "Oh yea. And you notice how it's not me doing it? It's her. But why don't we talk about you for a second. How was Roxanne last night? Did she enjoy sleeping in my bed with my girlfriend?" I ask her, and my face feels hot from my anger.

"I didn't sleep with her! You know where I was all night! I was being human! Something you might enjoy from time to time if you weren't so busy trying to be somebody to the world, instead of for yourself!" She says bitterly.

I feel my heart clench at her words. She knows I'm nothing like other celebrities, so the fact that she's referring to me like the people who don't know me refer to me as, hurts.

"And I'm sure that there was no other way to get out of doing the project right? You absolutely had to stay there and work with her. Spending our time with her." I say, bringing the spotlight back to her.

She falters for a moment, and I know I've hit a weak spot in her thinking.

"See! You can't even deny it!" I continue a moment later when she hasn't spoken. "You could have left her there, but you didn't. And in return, you blew me off!"

"You're right. I could have left her. Only difference between your assumption, and what really happened, is that I didn't know I could have until it was too late! Because I truly wanted to be with you last night, not her. And the only difference between my assumption and your story, is that I got mine from a tabloid that proves you're lying to me." She tells me evenly, her voice sad. "Goodbye Ashley." She says.

She turns away from me and leaves. And for some unknown reason - I just let her.