High dosages of Christine Davies at early hours of the morning can be lethal.

It is nine-thirty right now and even though I just got here, I am about one minute from leaving. The only thing stopping me is that Kyla is here and has been glaring at me every time I get up. That and Spencer is coming to keep me much needed company. My mother and her close friend, Kendra Nelson, alone are making this morning hell. I've already had three cups of coffee and I feel as if my veins might explode any moment from caffeine overdosage.

Honestly, I would love to head outside for a lovely nicotine stick. But I will resist. Ever since I gave my full heart to Spencer, I haven't really had that craving. I haven't been angry, or angsty, or sullen. Who ever knew being content would benefit your health?

Kendra is the kind of high society socialite type that wears one of those big hats on sunny days. Her pants suit is a perfect cream color and her martini is permanently attached to her jewel-sparkling hand. My mother should just marry this woman, I swear.

"So Kyla, are you thinking about marriage anytime soon?" Kendra asks Kyla, who is sitting right next to me. Kyla has a fake smile plastered across her face, whereas I don't even care that much to put on a mask.

"Not right now, no. Glen and I are young and we're just enjoying each other." Kyla says honestly.

"Good for you honey. What I wouldn't give to go back ten years and just have fun." She says with a whimsical look on her face.

You mean like twenty years, I think to myself and snort a little by accident. I stop when Kyla hits my arm. I feel a little bad for Kyla because Kendra just keeps asking her questions about her and Glen. It's like the Inquisition and I can tell Kyla is about to crack. And Kyla's not so pretty when she cracks. She starts to say things like man and dude and motherfucking biatch.

"Ashley, have you picked what you're going to play yet?" My mother asks me.

"Uh, no not yet. I'm thinking about some songs though." I tell her. Kyla gives me a weird look of confusion.

"Ashley has so nicely agreed to share her musical talents at the beginning of the reception." My mother fills Kyla in. Kyla chuckles at me and Kendra just nods and smiles. Nicely agreed? More like she forced me.

When there is a knock on the door, I jump up. "I'll get it!"

"I'll help you!" Kyla exclaims, putting her coffee down. Obviously she needs an escape. "You didn't tell me you were gunna play."

I shrug as we walk to the foyer. "Slipped my mind and it's not like I'm ecstatic."

"Hey Spence." Kyla greets Spencer when she walks through the door.

"Ugh, thank God you're here." I tell her as I bury my face in her neck. Spencer's hands run through my hair and I could literally fall asleep standing up, right here.

"Ashley's kind of bored out of her mind and I'm being attacked with five million questions. Please save us." Kyla tells Spencer seriously.

I hear as well as feel Spencer chuckle. "I can try."

"Come on." I take Spencer's soft hand in mine. "I'm sure my mom wants to bombard you with questions too."

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Standing in front of the mirror, I can see the scowl placed firmly on my face. It's been there basically all morning and every minute of the two hours I've been wearing this stupid dress. Personally, I don't care what the dress looks like or how it fits or if it is slightly bunched at the bottom. But my mother does, and she has been telling the girl that works here to put pins in me over and over. It's not a nice sensation.

I feel like a doll, and my mother is the little girl just playing with me.

Don't worry Ashley, this will take a second.

Bullshit.

You won't even feel this pin, dear.

Bullshit.

"Just turn around Ashley." My mother says to me, a champagne glass in her hand.

I make an annoyed grunting noise as the lady twists my hips and starts to inspect the back of my dress. I know Kyla is in the other room with a very drunk Kendra, who is asking her more questions about her future wedding. Spencer went to go get a drink, although I know she just wanted to escape from my mother for a few minutes, who has been consistently asking her if I forced her to leave Carmen. And other lovely questions about our new relationship.

"Stop resisting." My mother says blandly. I just glare at her.

"I'm not."

She scoffs. "Kyla is not being a baby about this."

"Kyla likes dresses." I mutter under my breath as I feel a light stab into my thigh. "You pricked me there." I say through gritted teeth to the woman fitting me. I don't mean to be a bitch, because honestly this woman has been very nice. She even told my mother to stop talking for a minute. But I'm about to pull my hair out and she is in my line of fire. Not my problem.

"Oh I'm sorry!" She tells me apologetically. Now I just feel bad.

"I'm going to go check on Kyla and Kendra." With this, my mother leaves the small room.

I let out a breath when she's gone. "Is she like that all the time?" The woman asks me.

"Pretty much."

"Alright, I need to go get more pins from the back, I'll be right back." She gives me a small smile and gracefully leaves me all by myself, standing like an idiot in a dress on a platform in front of a three-fold mirror.

Just as I am this close to running out of the room and down the street and hopping a plane to Canada, I see Spencer pop her head through the fold in the curtains.

"Is she gone?" She whispers cutely, her eyes wide and searching the room.

I nod. "She's with Kyla."

Spencer walks in and smirks as she makes her way to me. "You look so pretty."

I roll my eyes. "Shut up Spence. Don't you dare leave me alone."

"Ashley your mother was playing a game of five hundred thousand questions with me." She deadpans.

I giggle, remembering the shocked look on Spencer's face when my mother asked her why she never went for Kyla. If looks could kill…

"I'm so fucking uncomfortable." I mutter bitterly, pulling at the material around me.

Spencer's eyes look me up and down. "I could rip it off you, if you want?"

I give her a look and see her eyes go just a little bit darker. "Don't temp me into saying yes, Spencer."

Spencer steps up onto the platform with me. "Later." She whispers into my ear. I grin and give her a kiss that is too deep to be appropriate. It probably belongs in Europe. When Spencer grabs my side I whimper into her mouth in an uncomfortable way.

"What?" She asks, taking her face away slightly.

"Pin."

I see her hold back a smile and a laugh. "Sorry Ash."

"Don't laugh. You are so not helping here."

Spencer tucks my bangs behind my ear and touches her finger to my lips. I smile involuntarily and roll my eyes at her ability to make me less mad at her by just touching me. By making my skin tingle.

"Alright, I think we're almost done here!" The lady says excitedly, coming back into the room and ruining our moment.

"Sorry." Spencer mutters as she steps down from the platform to go sit in a chair.

"That's alright, honey. It's nice of you to stay here with your friend." She says, throwing a smile towards Spencer. I roll my eyes. Some people are just so oblivious.

"Oh yes." Spencer says, smirking. "I just love my friend, Ashley."

I give Spencer a wink and try not to laugh.

"You know." the lady starts to talk as she does more things to my dress. I actually feel bad for this dress, it's going through so much. If I didn't feel bad for myself I'd feel even worse for this dress. "I always did think our girlfriends were so much more important than any guy."

I hear Spencer slightly snicker form her chair. "I agree, I just hate boys. Don't you, Ash?"

"I don't care for them, no." I say, and cough to hide my laugh.

The lady just nods and keeps fixing my dress. "You sound just like my daughter." She chuckles to herself.

Well, your daughters gay, honey.

"You look great Ashley!" Kendra exclaims as her and Kyla walk through the curtains into the small room.

Great, just what I need. A bunch of people in here, in this cramped room, as I am in a dress. They can all leave, save Spencer, of course.

"Thanks Kendra." I give her a fake smile.

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After the dress fitting from hell, my mother decides that we all need to go out for a nice lunch. I wouldn't be protesting if I weren't so tired. And I wouldn't be protesting if Spencer wasn't looking so damn cute the whole morning. I would much rather her be ripping that dress off of me than sitting at a table with Kyla, my mother, Kendra, and Spencer. My ass kind of hurts because if this uncomfortable chair. And my mother keeps giving me side glances at my appearance because apparently I'm not dressed fancy enough. My dark jeans and plain grey shirt are not up to this fancy restaurants standards. I'm sorry I don't come prepared with pearls and a sweater like my wonderful half-sister. Or Kendra's cream pants suit.

"I'm so excited!" My mother exclaims loudly, sipping her lemon water.

I continue to hide my face in the menu and look for something to order.

"Me too Christine, Donald is so wonderful." Kendra replies appreciatively.

I meet Kyla's eyes and we both roll them dramatically.

"So Spencer, are you going to help Ashley pick out some things to play?" My mother asks Spencer with a smile. At least my mother likes Spencer.

Spencer smiles at me warmly and my heart melts all over this fancy floor. "Sure. If she lets me."

My mother laughs and gives me a look. "Well she should. Oh and Kyla please don't allow Glen to wear that pink tux again."

Kyla snorts and looks extremely embarrassed. "I won't, don't worry."

"But green is okay, right mother?" I ask with a smirk.

She gives me a hard glare. "No."

"Stop being a smart ass." Spencer mumbles from behind her menu.

"I can't help it, my ass is smart."

"It's other things too..." Spencer murmurs back and I see the sly smile on her face.

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"Okay," I say, starting to strum my guitar softly, "How 'bout this."

"Today is Christine's wedding, la la, but I'd rather have Spencer Carlin in my bedding, la la," I sing out. Spencer giggles from her sitting position in front of me on my bed. She's only wearing a sports bra and shorts, so it's kind of hard to concentrate on coming up with song to play for my mother's wedding.

"I don't think she'd like that." Spencer mumbles, giving me a soft kiss. My hand starts to slide up her leg but she pushes it away.

"Spence." I whine.

"You have to get songs, Ash. Keep going."

"Fiine. I would like Spencer to take off her shorts so I can fu-"

"Ashley." Spencer says seriously.

"Alright, geez. Here, this one's really nice and romantic." I cough dramatically. I start to laugh even before I start to sing. "I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat, take a good hard look at the motherfucking boat, I'm on a bo-"

"Ashley!" Spencer laughs out.

"What?" I ask. "Are we not going to be on a boat?"

"You're ridiculous."

I roll my eye but give her a playful wink. I place my guitar down on the ground and crawl over to her and tackle her back down on the sheets. "Calm down honeybunch, I already know what I'm playing."

"Oh yeah?" Spencer breathes out, her eyes a lovely shade of dark blue. Her hands on my shoulders draw me closer to her. "What's that?"

"It's a surprise." I whisper to her tempting mouth.

"It better not be that song about my boobs." She says, her lips curling into a smile.

"What," I pout, "you don't like that one?"

Spencer traps my bottom lip between hers and smiles as she lets go. "No I do. I just think that one should be private."

I'd have to agree.