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"When exactly are you going to tell me what all this is about?" I asked grumpily, folding my arms across my chest. My walking cast was bothering me, but Ashley had left me a glorious-sounding voicemail, telling me to put on my best dress and be ready to leave the house. She had arrived on my doorstep, looking even more breathtaking than usual in an elegant, black dress complete with six inch black stilettos, and escorted me out to her black Dodge Viper, which she explained to me she only used on special occasions.

And here I was, sitting in the passenger seat in a turquoise formal dress, wondering what she could possibly be planning.

But secretly, I didn't care. Anywhere with her was perfect.

"You know, for a bright student with a perfect 4.0 GPA, I'm really quite surprised that you haven't unraveled the mystery yet," she smirked at me, and my breath caught in my throat.

I was never going to get used to her.

Apparently, Ashley wasn't going to tell me where we were going, so I remained content in looking her over. I deemed the contrast of the silky black dress against her porcelain skin the second most beautiful thing on the face of the earth.

Next to Ashley when her shirt hung open in the field…

Ashley with bed head…

Ashley when she smiled my favorite nose-crinkling smile…

"Hello, Arthur," Ashley's wary voice startled me out of my thoughts as she effortlessly cradled the phone between her neck and shoulder, never withdrawing her slender hands from their positions on the steering wheel.

I frowned. "Arthur?"

Ashley's face twisted into a mischievous grin as she spoke into the phone. "Marvelous! May I speak with him?"

Him?

"Hello, Ethan," Ashley greeted him, her musical voice tinged with laughter, "this is Ashley Davies. I apologize if there's been some misunderstanding, but Spencer is with me tonight. In fact, to be frank, she will be unavailable every subsequent evening concerning anyone other than myself. If this has caused you any inconvenience, I'm sorry. But you understand, right? Of course you do. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

And with that, she snapped the phone shut with a devilish smile that almost disintegrated my anger.

But not quite enough.

"YOU'RE TAKING ME TO THE PROM?!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air for emphasis. Really; did my own girlfriend know me at all?

"What else would call for me to dress like this?" She asked innocently, gesturing to her mouth-watering attire. When I didn't answer, she turned her hypnotic butterscotch eyes toward me.

"Just humor me."

And because she asked in that silky, come-hither voice of hers, I obeyed.

"Fine," I huffed as we pulled up to my school. "But if I break my other leg, don't say I didn't warn you. I mean, look at this heel! Now I really am a walking disaster…" As Ashley came around to my side of the Viper, and opened the door, I could've sworn her golden eyes widened a fraction. I smirked as she stared helplessly, making no move to help me out of the seat.

"See something you like?" I asked in a sudden burst of confidence, batting my eyelashes as I pushed myself into a standing position in front of her. I took pleasure in the fact that she visibly gulped, and closed her eyes for a moment as she gently shut the door.

Oh yes. Spencer Carlin can flirt.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Ashley's inquired, regaining her swagger. Her white smile glittered in the darkening evening as she laced our fingers together. I immediately sighed, feeling comfortable for the first time all night.

The fact that she smelled even more delicious than usual was merely a plus.

"Not nearly as gorgeous as you," I whispered, pressing my lips to her cold cheek. With Ashley supporting my limping figure, we took our pictures, handed in our bids, and walked inside. She must've heard my sharp intake of breath, because she wrapped a strong, frigid arm around my waist, and anchored me to her side.

"You'll enjoy this, Spencer. I promise I won't let go of you once," she whispered into my ear, leading me eagerly out onto the lit dance floor. A knot immediately formed in my stomach as a slow song drifted through the speakers. Ashley pulled me tightly against her, and I linked my arms around her neck, resting my chin delicately on her shoulder. Although I hated dancing, I had to admit that with Ashley, it was different.

Of course, she could make me love anything.

The relaxed rhythm combined with Ashley's soothing scent nearly made me fall asleep. I tried to focus on my surroundings in order to distract myself from the fact that everyone was staring at us.

This godlike creature, holding me like I was the only one that mattered.

We were in the gym, of course. King High isn't exactly the wealthiest school, even if its students are the polar opposite. The transformation was actually quite shocking; vines snaked across every inch of the walls, lights shone throughout the room in soft, multi-colored glows, and roses were everywhere.

It felt a little surreal to say the least.

It wasn't until I heard Ashley's angelic voice begin to hum softly in my ear as she nuzzled my hair that I noticed her siblings.

To say I was astounded would be a gross understatement.

Glen and Jake looked absolutely immaculate in simple, classic black tuxedos. Kyla wore a strapless, scarlet dress with geometric cut-outs such as small triangles all down the front.

And Madison…well, she was something else.

Donning a shimmering golden dress that complimented her eyes in the most subtle way possible, she wore her outfit with a kind of boldness that I definitely envied. To put it in lamence terms, she outshone every girl in the gym.

With the exception of Ashley, that is.

Then, the Davies' heads all snapped toward the double doors as they stopped dancing; their perfect faces alert. I realized Ashley had stopped moving too, and when I tried to pull back, her arms held me in a death grip.

"Ash?" I asked in utter confusion, looking up at her flawless face. I followed her gaze, and almost laughed out loud at what was obviously bothering her and her family.

There stood Aiden Dennison, dressed in a pair of faded jeans, a yellowing button-up shirt, and a loose, red tie. His short, jet black hair stuck up in odd places, almost as if he had just rolled out of bed. He looked clearly uncomfortable, not to mention unnatural, in his version of formal attire, and I almost felt bad for him.

You know, almost.

Aiden bit his lip, and took a few tentative steps toward us. Ashley snarled so quietly that I'm sure it was only audible to me.

"Behave," I scolded her.

She ignored me, venom practically dripping off of her words. "He wants to speak with you." Before I could respond, Aiden appeared in front of us, towering a steep head above Ashley. He smiled warmly at me, and shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"Hey, Spence. I was hoping you'd be here."

No, he sounded like he had hoped the exact opposite.

"Hey Aid," I couldn't help grinning back, "how are you?"

Aiden bit his lip, and directed his attention to Ashley, who was surprisingly calm now. Her expression was carefully placid as she stared back at him.

"Can I cut in?"

Ashley's turned her head towards me for confirmation, chocolate curls bouncing. Her amber eyes were begging for me to say no, to let her continue holding me.

But Aiden wasn't going to hurt me.

I nodded, giving her a sweet smile and a chaste kiss to her cold lips. She reluctantly let go of me, and fixed Aiden with a death glare as she stepped away. Without so much as a second glance at her, Aiden put his big hands on my waist, and I reached up to put my small ones on his broad shoulders.

His hands felt all wrong next to Ashley's.

As we swayed awkwardly, my hands kept slipping off his shoulders. "How tall are you now?"

"Six-two," Aiden declared proudly, and stepped a little closer so my hands would stay stationary. "So, believe it or not, I didn't come here willingly. My dad paid me twenty bucks to show up."

I couldn't suppress my laughter. "Well, I hope you're having a good time at least. See anything you like?" His bright green eyes stayed trained on my face, though.

"Yeah," he grumbled. "She's taken, though."

You've got be kidding me.

We looked at each other for a few moments, and I blushed, looking away. My eyes landed on Ashley, who was standing against the wall, staring at us. Her full lips were pulled back in a growl, and Kyla was bracing her shoulders with both hands.

"You look so pretty, Spencer," Aiden whispered shyly. The honesty with which his green eyes sparkled literally made my heart melt.

But when I heard Ashley's furious low snarl, I immediately felt guilty.

"Um, so why did Matt pay you to come here? He's not too fond of me…"

Aiden looked away, his expression almost pained. "He said…he said that if I told you something…he'd get me my master cylinder. He claimed that your school was the "safest" place to talk to you…what with your--" he paused, "girlfriend around and all."

I felt my cheeks go scarlet at the mention of Ashley. "Well I know how much you want to finish your car. So shoot."

Aiden's face was suddenly ashamed, and his words came out in a strangled whisper. "Please don't be mad, okay?" When I merely eyed him expectantly, he took a deep breath, and continued. "He wants you to break up with your...your…"

"Ashley," I finished coldly for him, now ceasing movement all together.

"Yeah," he amended sheepishly, never taking his eyes from mine. "Look, I'm sorry, Spence. He's just really superstitious. He just sort of went berserk when he heard about your accident down in Ohio. He didn't exactly believe you…you…"

"Fell," I concluded once again, my eyes narrowing. "He thinks that Ashley hurt me, doesn't he?"

I couldn't help the fact that I was slightly angry, and from the quiet roaring in my ears, I could sense that Ashley wasn't too thrilled either.

"Look, Aiden. I know you and your father might not believe this," –he refused to meet my gaze now, although we were still locked in a couple's dancing embrace-- "but if it weren't for Ashley and her family, I wouldn't be here right now."

"I know," he asserted, but it didn't sound like he was quite finished with his sentence. He gawked at me, and I started to feel mildly uncomfortable. Before I could withdraw my hands from his bulky shoulders, he said something that made me stop dead in my tracks.

"There's more but…but it's so bad. He told me to "warn" you that he'd…that they'd be watching."

I cocked my head to the side, truly puzzled. "They?"

"I don't know, Spence. That was the only message he gave me." I could hear the song coming to a close, and felt secretly grateful.

"Well, at any rate, I'm sorry you had to come here, Aid. I know you and your father both mean well though."

"Its fine, I don't mind too much," he assured me, smiling boyishly. I sucked in a breath when his green eyes wandered slowly down my body, and back up.

He really can't take a hint.

"Well, Aiden, I think it's time Spencer danced with her girlfriend now, don't you?" Ashley's velvety, heated voice said as I felt her frozen arms wrap around my waist from behind. Aiden's hands instantly dropped from my hips, and he cringed away as though he had been burned.

"I'll, uh, see you around, Spencer," he called, backing towards the doors.

"Yeah, see you," I said back half-heartedly, turning in Ashley's arms, completely mesmerized as she smiled at me. "Feeling better?"

"He has no right to say you're pretty," she announced disgustedly. "That adjective doesn't even sufficiently cover an inch of you."

"You might be slightly biased," I chuckled, caressing her cheek lightly with the tips of my fingers.

Boy, I was being bold tonight.

I nearly squealed when Ashley gracefully scooped me up into her arms, and carried me out the double doors. I rested my head against her marble chest, appeased, yet curious about where she was taking me. Suddenly, we were walking up the steps of a small gazebo, lit by white lights. A small stone bench sat in one corner, and Ashley sat on it, I cradled in her lap.

After a moment of silence, Ashley tucked my head under her chin, and spoke. "Do you know why I brought you to the prom?"

"Enlighten me," I yawned, burrowing closer to her neck, inhaling her calming scent.

"I don't want you to miss a minute of being human. I was hoping that in bringing you to this very human experience, you wouldn't have to bypass an important part of your mortal life due to my presence."

I smiled inwardly, and wrapped my arms around her torso. "I would never attend prom if I could help it. The only reason it's not so bad is because I'm here with you." I felt Ashley press the lightest of kisses to my hair, and she ran her cold fingers up and down my arms.

"Twilight, again," she told me quietly, glancing at the sky. "No matter how perfect a day is, it must always be brought to a close."

Can her perfection get anymore infallible?

"May I ask you something…frankly?" her butterscotch eyes were questioning.

"Anything," I murmured. Our faces were inches apart now, and my eyes involuntarily darted down to her luscious lips for a fraction of a second.

I'm hopeless.

"Are you…are you sincerely willing for me to change you?"

"Yes," I answered robotically, not missing a beat.

Besides Ashley herself, that is what I wanted most in the world.

My angelic girlfriend sighed deeply, and gently tucked a strand of blond hair behind my ear. "You're so ready to give up your whole life; a life that has barely begun, lying ahead of you in all its wonder. Yet, you want to be just like me…I'm not worth that."

I felt tears prick the back of my eyes. "You're worth everything, Ashley," I promised her fiercely, framing her soft face in my hands. She simply regarded me with a blank expression for a long few moments.

Agonizing silence.

"You're ready now, then?" she whispered.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I hurriedly pulled my blonde hair to one side of my neck, and smiled excitedly at her. I felt a bit like a six year old in a candy store, if you want to know the truth.

Ashley smirked devilishly, and bent her head, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the underside of my jaw, right near my pulse point.

"Are you sure?" her cool breath danced across my skin as she continued to press soft kisses around my jaw line.

"Yes," I whispered back. I threaded my fingers through her soft, chocolate locks, applying the slightest bit of pressure to her scalp. I was bracing myself for the pain I knew would surely come with what was about to happen. My breathing became erratic as I felt Ashley's lips just above a spot on my neck…

A draft.

When I opened my eyes, Ashley was grinning playfully up at me, her golden eyes sparkling in triumph. "You didn't really believe I'd surrender so easily, did you? I thought you were at least a little bit sharper than that, Spence."

"Hey, I tried," I said sourly, freeing my fingers from her hair. She pulled me onto her chest again, and I sighed happily.

Even if it wasn't going to happen now, at least I had this. And that was more than enough.

"Please tell me you don't dream of becoming a monster," Ashley requested, snickering darkly over my head. I smiled shyly, pressing a kiss to her bare chest. She tensed the slightest bit, then relaxed.

I make her nervous.

"I dream about being with you forever," I told her honestly.

"Spencer," her voice was sad, aching, as she brought a lone finger beneath my chin. She tilted my head up, and our eyes met. "I will never leave you. Isn't that enough?"

"For now," I batted my eyelashes impishly, and she scoffed. I touched her face. "I love you more than anything else in the world, Ashley. You make me feel…so alive. Isn't that enough?"

Her perfect face broke into a mile-wide, flawless, nose-crinkling smile. "It will always be enough."

And as she leaned down, and captured my lips with hers, I knew she was right.

Enough for forever.

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