AU :: Two-part fic :: Humor. Love, eventually. :: Shifting POVs :: Yes, this is a Christmas story. :: What starts off as bad only gets worse... :: Spashley. Pathur...or Arthla. And Glen. And Carmen. And a partridge walks into a bar. :: Title from a song.

Ashley and Spencer don't like each other, but why? Then they're paired up as life partners in Health Class.

Spencer Carlin is a director who's production company is tasked with producing a new singer, Ashley Davies, first music video. The women are instantly intrigued by each other, but you and I both know that the path of true love never runs smoothly

Girl meets girl...girl falls hard...literally

She’s so amazingly addictive. She’s like Little-Bo-Peep, but all scantily clad, waving candy around.

“Morning class, my name is Miss Carlin I’ll be taking Mr. Hawthorne’s place for the year." Ashleys looks over at Chelsea smirking after eying Miss Carlin in her skirt, "This should be fun..."

Something in Spencer's life is missing, and she can only find it in her childhood home of Ohio. Spashley. I know it's a bad summary, but give it a chance. It's fluffy and dramapacked. Rated for language.