(Switch POV Spencer)

Ashley. Ashley was here. There she was, standing right in front of me. The only thing I could do was stare at her in shock. I mean, why was she here? I finally find enough things to do to block her from my mind and then she just magically appears. Really, why was she here?

I had chosen a college almost 3000 miles away from LA, but somehow she's here. I flew out all the way to Pennsylvania. To go to Penn State, and she's here, right in front of me! It was just blowing my mind. As soon as I was back on track I was knocked right off.

"Umm, Spazz" I heard Sara call me. I looked away from Ashley and toward Sara. "This is the friend I was talking about, the one for the job."

Ashley wanted a job here? She wanted a job where she would be around me every day? HELL NO! "There's no way she's getting it . . . " I thought to myself, anger filling me. I guess my anger was noticeable because Sara began to talk to me again.

"Remember Spazz, never let your personal life interfere with your work life" Sara said in an up beat voice, trying to lighten the mood but failing miserably.

I sighed. Sara was right. Ashley was definitely qualified for this job. And as much as I did not want to give it to her, I had to. I needed more people and she was more qualified than half of the people who came for a job and got it.

I bit my lower lip for control and began to speak. "You're right," I said, getting a surprised look from Ashley, "I should not let my personal life interfere with my work life. So, can you start today?" I asked Ashley, breaking her out of some sort of trance she had been in.

"... Yeah . . . " Ashley hesitantly replied.

"Good, because I need help with equipment for a show tonight. Come with me, you need a name tag and 20$ for a team shirt." Ashley gave me a confused look about my last statement, so I clarified for her. "When you go out to work and help with equipment you need a team shirt or sweatshirt to wear so other people know who set up the stage . . . It's good for our business."

"I get it" Ashley said as she began to walk toward me, catching me off guard. She stopped about three feet in front of me, to close for comfort. "Are we gonna go?" She asked me, catching my attention.

"Yeah, follow me" I said as I tuned around and walked out the door.

Before completely exiting the room I heard Jason and Sara mumble and "Awkward," making me smile. Those two could just make you laugh so easily. I heard Ashley lightly laugh from behind me, I assumed it was for the same reason.

I walked down the dark hallway at a rather fast pace. Every step I took seemed faster than the last one. I guess my feet were trying to do what my brain was screaming; "RUN!" I couldn't though. I had to swallow every bit of anger, pain, resentment, and . . . as much as I hate to admit it . . . love that I felt for Ashley. This was work. I can't just start yelling at her about what happened between us. "... I'll just have to wait until after work . . . " I thought, an evil smile working its way on my face.

I stopped abruptly and felt Ashley bump into me. It caught me off guard, feeling her so close. Every bit of anger that was within me died down at the accidental touch of our bodies. I froze and took a deep breath in. It amazed me that she could make every bit of hateful feelings I had toward her disappear by on little touch. It also made me very angry with myself. How could I let her have this affect on me?

"Are you okay?" I heard Ashley ask me in almost a whisper. I guess I had stayed still for too long.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I said as I walked a few feet further and made a left.

I walked through the door to my office. In the middle of the room was a metal desk with a computer and light on it. Around the rest of the room were shelves, file cabinets, and boxes that seemed to be invading the room. I looked to my right and hit the light switch to the over head light. The light flooded the room, causing my eyes to wince momentarily.

I walked to the middle of the room, where my desk was, and picked up a box that was in front of it. I put it on top of a free space on my desk and turned to look at Ashley.

My breath caught in my throat when I caught the look in her eyes. They were filled with sorrow and ... desire. I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat hard. I turned back around and opened the box I had put on my desk. Inside were many different colored shirts that had the logo "Take Flight" on the front of them, and on the back they had the words "EP Team."

"What color?" I asked Ashley, not daring to turn and face her.

"What?" I heard her ask slightly confused as she started walking toward me. She topped walking and was standing next to me, curiously looking in the box.

"What color shirt?" I asked her as I looked at her face. She was bitting her lower lip as she looked through the box, trying to decide.

"Can I get more than one?" She asked as looked up at me, smiling.

"Sure, you just have to pay more" I said smiling, not knowing why.

"Score" I heard her say lightly, knowing that she probably starting using that word after being around Sara for so long.

She looked through the box and took a shirt of every color; blue, green, white, yellow, orange, brown. Really, she took one of every color. She counted the shirts before speaking to me.

"Okay, so I have ten. How much is that?" She asked as she placed her pile of shirts down on top of my desk and reached into her pocket.

"Two-hundred dollars."

"All right" She said as she grabbed a pile of money from her pocket and began counting.

A few seconds later she handed me the money. I walked over to the other side of my desk and took a lock box out from one fo my drawers. I took a set of keys out of my pocket and opened the box. Once I had placed the money inside me re locked the box and put it bak in its drawer. I looked up to find Ashley staring at me smiling.

"What?" I asked her.

"Nothing" She replied, her warm smile turning into a remorseful one.

There was an awkward silence between us. We just stared at each other. It wasn't until this moment I had a chance to actually take Ashley in. She was still so beautiful.

Her hair was the same long brown and red curls I had known them to be. Her soulful brown eyes were still an open window to her heart. Her face was still as gorgeous as I remembered it to be, the only difference being the bags under her eyes from what I assumed was from loss of sleep. And her body . . . her body was killing me. Every curve was still as perfect as I could remember. The tight black, long sleeved shirt that had the name of some band on it showed every detail of her upper body. And her tight, ripped, blue jeans did the exact same thing as the shirt. She was literally killing me.

Just seeing her again was setting of sirens. My heart ached for her and my body ached to feel her. Jesus, this was going to be harder than I thought. I'd just have to keep reminding myself that I was at work. My personal life could not interfere! Wether I wanted to strangle Ashley or fuck her didn't matter, neither could happen!

"So, should I just got out there and wing it or what?" I heard Ashley ask me, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Well, what do you want to do until seven?" I asked her.

"What's at seven?"

"Concert. You know. You need to be there to help set up the equipment. It's what you just bought all those shirts for . . . "

"Shut up" Ashley said as she laughed. "Umm, how about I just go find Sara and work with her. That way she can show me how it's done."

"Sure" I said.

She waved goodbye to me and walked out my office door. I released a breath I had been holding as soon as she left. This was going to be hard.