A/N: So here is Chapter 4, it takes place 2-3 years after Ashley left. I'm sorry about posting Chapter 1 as Chapter 1 and 2, I thought I was past embarassing myself by now but I guess not. And to answer one of my reviewers, I completely understand what you mean about my ending in Chapter 3. I felt the same way, like it was missing the emotional connection, but I hadn't really developed the connection yet and I think that at that point, Spencer hadn't either. But here is Chapter 4. Enjoy!

Dance, Dance- Fall Out Boy

Chapter 4

Dance, Dance

"Hey baby," he says sweetly.

"Hey honey." I smile when I see Cory approach me, as I get my books out of my car and prepare for yet another year at King High School. He walks over to me and bends down to give me a good morning kiss. I entwine our hands as we kiss, and then I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I turn around to see a smiling and unusually happy looking Chelsea. I immediately release Cory's hands as I squeal and envelop Chelsea in a bear hug.

"I haven't seen you in forever girl. What did you do all summer?" she asks me smiling.

"I know, I'm sorry we didn't get to hang out. I was busy like all summer. But I met this guy…" Cory begins to smile and pull me towards him. "Yeah, he's pretty cute, really funny, and extremely sweet."

Chelsea smiles in Cory's direction. "So what happened with you and this guy?"

"Oh, well we talked for awhile but he's just so annoying," I reply laughing as Cory acts offended.

"I'm just kidding," I say turning around to face him.

"Yeah, uh huh," he mumbles smiling.

I peck him on the lips and grab his hand as we start walking to class. "So, Chelsea this is Cory my boyfriend and Cory this is Chelsea my bestest friend." They both smile and say hi.

"Well this is my stop babe," Cory says stopping.

"Ok well I'll see you at lunch." I kiss him and give him a goodbye hug.

Chelsea and I continue walking to our first period class. When we get there we sit in two desks that are side-by-side. She sits her things down quickly and looks at me grinning from ear to ear.

"What?"

"Spill…everything. How you met, where you met, please, I'm dying."

I laugh at how curious and incessant she is. She reminds me of a puppy begging to be held. So I told her how Cory and I had met at one of my brother's summer league basketball games and how we easily struck up a conversation, how we traded numbers and talked on the phone constantly until he finally got up the nerve to ask me out, how our first date was spent babysitting his little sister, and how for some reason it just didn't really feel right.

Just as Chelsea was about to reply, our teacher, Mr. Wallace stood up and began talking. "Good morning class and welcome to twelfth grade honors English. My name is Mr. Wallace and I will take you on the amazing journey known as English Literature. We will cover everything from Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet to Beowulf and the brilliant minds behind the stories. Now class, I will be giving out your textbooks. Please come up and get one when your name is called."

As he read through the list, everyone talked quietly about their summers. Chelsea and I fell into easy conversation about Cory. He really is a great guy, I just wish I could figure out why something doesn't feel right. I might have an idea about why but I won't even let myself think about that. I don't know, maybe it just takes time.

The first week of school flew by between new classes, new teachers, Cory, and Chelsea.

On Saturday I was hanging out with my family playing board games. Everyone hasn't been getting along so well lately and I'm grateful for this moment of peace. I'm in the kitchen getting everyone drinks when my cell phone goes off.

"Hello," I say sitting all the glasses down on the counter.

"Hey! So I was thinking that we should go dancing tonight."

I can almost hear Chelsea smiling on the other end of the phone, because she knows that I don't dance. "Um… sure, why not." I cannot believe I just agreed to go. I'm not sure why but there is something telling me that I should go.

"Oh my God! We are going to have so much fun! I can't believe it!" she squeals into the phone. "Ok so I'll come by to pick you up in an hour and you better look hot because we are going to find me a guy and I have to have a hot wing-chick."

I laugh at her remark. "Well I better go get ready then. See you later." I close the phone and lean on the counter. I love Chelsea. She is truly my best friend. Now how am I going to get my parents to let me go?

I walk into the living room with the drinks only to find that everyone is gone but my dad, who is currently sitting on the couch watching the news.

"Hey, where did everyone go," I ask sitting the drinks down.

He looks at me and counts everyone off on his fingers. "Your mom got an emergency call to the hospital, Glen is going to pick some Amber girl up, and Clay left with one of his friends."

I just look at him for a minute before I decide to ask him if I can go. "So is it ok if I go out too?"

"Sure, but with who and where?"

"It's going to be me and Chelsea and I think we are going to grab a bite to eat and I'll probably stay at he house for the rest of the weekend."

My dad is cool and all but the thought of alcohol and his innocent baby girl wouldn't go over so well.

"Ok, just make sure you get to school on Monday."

"Thanks dad! You are the best!" I say running up the stairs to get ready.

I hear Chelsea honk her horn just as I take my last look in my mirror. I look ok I guess. I'm wearing my favorite blue jean mini-skirt, my blue tank top that shows off my eyes, and my favorite earrings.

I run down the stairs and yell a goodbye to my dad as I head out the door.

I got into Chelsea's car and was about to ask if it was ok to stay over when her eyes suddenly bug out.

"Damn girl! I know I said to look hot but how am I supposed to get a guy if they are all drooling over you!" She is dead serious and I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.

"I could walk behind you," I offer trying hard not to crack a smile but failing miserably.

"No, it's ok girl. You gotta work what you got." We both crack up at that one. As our laughter subsides we decide that we better get going. We pull up to this new club called Ego or something and before we get out we both do a quick mirror check. All good. So we walk by the bouncer and flash our fake id's, courtesy of Glenn. When we get inside I suddenly know what it feels like to be popular. I haven't seen so many people flock to me since that time I busted my nose in third grade. I turn and smile at Chelsea and she just frowns at all the attention I'm getting. I lean over to her, "I'll just tell them I'm gay or something. Hopefully they won't have any fantasies." I smile at the thought.

"That might actually work," she smiles.

So I told them I was gay and was waiting on my girlfriend and it worked for a while until they realized that I hadn't danced with anyone yet.

"So where's your girlfriend?" one of the guys asked. Ryan. I think his name is Ryan.

I looked out at the dance floor, feeling panicked. I found a girl who didn't seem to be dancing with anyone. "Right there," I say hoping it would work. I got up and started walking towards the girl I had spotted. I couldn't really see her face but we locked eyes and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I turned my head to see Ryan watching me to make sure I wasn't lying. I turned back around to find that the girl was right in front of me. The dancing and gyrating bodies around were us pushing us ever closer. I leaned into her ear, "I know that this is going to sound really weird and that you don't know me, but would you pretend to be my girlfriend for a few minutes?"

Even as I asked the question I felt like a complete idiot. She just looked at me and smiled while she put her hands on my hips. I guess that's a yes. She answers my question by pulling me completely against her. Can anyone remind me how to breathe? Or how to think? Or how to get your heart from beating out your chest and into your throat? Anyone? Please!

As I slowly begin to breathe again I turn to see Ryan skulking away. Awww, I think I crushed his ego. I started to walk away to go find Chelsea and the guy she walked away with a couple of hours ago but the girls won't let go of my waste. I was about to freak out until I melted into a puddle on the floor after feeling her hot breath in my ear.

"I don't get at least one dance?" she asks.

"S-s-sure," I stutter out.

What is wrong with me and why do I feel so nervous and excited. And over a girl. It reminds me of how I felt about…No! We are so not going there. Just one dance, then get Chelsea and leave.

She smiles at me and pulls me closer to her. Again with the breathing! Really! She starts to move and grind into me while I just stand like a tree, rooted to the grounded. She stops and looks into my eyes. "Come on, loosen up and just feel the music and move." There is pleading tone in her voice that reminds me of a certain brown-eyed girls from my past.

I stood there a moment longer and let the music flow through me, and suddenly I busted out moves I didn't even know I had. I was moving this to the right and that to the left and dropping down to the floor.

How did this stranger get me to do something that Chelsea had tried to get me to do for two years. There is only one person I know of that could always get me to do anything. Suddenly I am overwhelmed by memories flooding over me like a tsunami. I've got to get out of here. I begin to walk away again when the girl grabs my wrist. Shocks are sent through my arm. What is going on?

"Thanks for the dance…" she says asking for my name.

"Spencer," I say. "My name is Spencer."

"Spencer…I knew a Spencer once," she says, seeming to be lost in thought.

Now I'm curious as to what her name is. So I reply, "Well thanks for helping me out…"

"Ashley," she says.

"Ashley…" I think I'm going to throw up. And now I'm running around to find Chelsea. I find her and drag her outside.

"Hey Chels, I think I'm going to walk back to your house."

"No, come on we'll go ahead and leave. It's getting late anyways."

The drive to Chelsea's was filled with our events of the night. Mostly hers, seeing as I don't want to talk about my night. When we get to her house I tell her that I'm not feeling well. So I go up to her room and throw myself onto her bed.

My mind is racing and my heart is pounding. So what, her name is Ashley. There are a million Ashley's in LA. Just forget about it, and that's just what I did as I fell into a peaceful sleep.

:Waves white flag:

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