A/N: Huge thanks for all the reviews i've been getting and another big thanks to my beta, RatedRCouture! On with the story!

"Spencer…I'm gay. No, wait, let me finish. Yes, there's still more. I think that I might be- no, I know that I like you. Not like a friend or a sister but more like a- argh! I sound so stupid! She's never going to fall for me if I talk like that."

Ugh, what the hell am I doing? I don't even know if I'm gay for sure yet and I'm already practicing my coming out speeches. Maybe I'm just jumping into things too fast. I've never really looked at other girls that way before so I couldn't be gay, could I? I mean, I'm just appreciative is all and seriously, who doesn't think Sophia Bush is possibly the sexiest woman on this planet? There is no reason to be telling people that I like girls just because I've noticed our neighbor has a hot little athletic body that's firm and glistens when she comes back from her runs and how she lets the water from her water bottle run over her skin to cool her down and…

Oh dear God.

I think I'm-

Oh man! I really am, aren't I? Man, why couldn't Kyla have been more convincing with her pseudo psychiatric skills! I want Spencer withdrawals! I can't deal with being gay.

I pace several more times around my bed, suddenly storming up to mirror and talking to my reflection, "I need to talk to you about something important but you have to promise not to freak out, okay? I think I like girls. I also know that you do too and since I like girls and you like girls maybe we should go out? No, that's not going to work. What if she's not gay?"

I manage to hit my head against the mirror three times before the ringing of my phone interrupts me. Growling at the device, I momentarily consider throwing it out of the window before deciding against the action. I sigh out loud when I see the small screen flashing Aiden's name.

There must be a problem in the relationship if I don't find talking to own boyfriend appealing. Rolling my eyes, I answer the phone anyway because I know that if I don't, I would definitely be hearing about it tomorrow.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, guess who?" His deep rich voice fills my ears and the familiarity of the sound calms my heart a little bit. Maybe Kyla was right about that Spencer Withdrawal Symptom.

Ah, Spencer. Beautiful, gorgeous Spencer. Everything about her is just so peaceful. The way her eyes lock on my own making me feel like I'm the most important person in her world. The way she always squeezes a little tighter when she's hugging me. The way she-

"Ash?"

"Uh, yeah I'm still here."

"I said guess who?"

I roll my eyes at the immaturity Aiden always seems to exude, "Well since my phone is flashing the name Aiden in my face, I think I'm going to go with the Easter Bunny."

"What the hell, Ash? I'm your boyfriend and I just called to-"

"Aiden, stop. I think that we've had enough don't you?" I drag a hand through my hair and close my eyes. Enough was enough and Aiden needed to find someone who actually loved him. He deserved that much. Here goes nothing. "This isn't going anywhere and it's not right to put either of us through this and waste our time."

The voice on the other line was quiet and I almost wish that Aiden would yell at me.

"Aid, I'm sorry but-"

His voice cut me off sharply, "Is that what you think I am? A waste of your fucking time?"

I inhale sharply at the hurt so evident in his tone and I bite my lip, blinking back tears in my eyes.

"Aiden , please just give me a chance to explain. Can you please come over? I'll explain everything in person."

I listen for an answer and sigh when I hear a clicking sound. I know Aiden and no matter how much he doesn't want to, he'll be here soon.

Time for a pep talk.

"Alright, Davies, don't make eye contact when he's shocked. You'll just burst in tears. You're like a tigress. A strong, sexy, independent, and extremely talented tigress who just so happens to dig other hot tigresses…"

A harsh knock jerks me out of my reverie and I stand shakily. Stopping in front of the door, I pause for a moment. Aiden is on the other side of this wooden rectangle with a heart that's been ripped out. I pinch the bridge of my nose, hoping to deter the oncoming migraine, and open the door.

The sight that awaited me was worse than I could have ever imagined. Aiden's eyes are red-rimmed and his hair is disheveled. He pushes past me without a hello and heads straight to the fridge.

Silently I close the door and take a seat on one of the couches in the living room. Aiden reenters the room with a beer in each hand.

Handing one to me, he takes a seat on the opposite couch, "I figured that we'd both need alcohol in our systems to get through this talk."

Nodding in agreement, I open the bottle and take a long swig. "So…?"

The dark haired young man in front of me laughs harshly. "So? Is that all you're going to say?" Aiden continues without a pause, giving me no opportunity to say anything, "Okay, Ashley. Let me help you out. Why don't you tell me how the hell we ended up here? We're breaking the fuck up and you're just- I don't know sitting there! Ash, please just talk to me. I know that we were never the greatest couple but this is just coming out of left field here and I-"

"I'm gay."

I watch as the color slowly drains from his face and I let my eyes drop to the floor. I can't watch him hurt so much in front of me.

"You're- gay?"

"Well, maybe. I'm not sure Aiden! This is why I can't keep doing this with you! It's not fair to either of us."

"Wait, just hold on a goddamn moment! You're gay?!"

"No!"

"Then what the hell are we doing here?"

"Aiden! Shut the fuck up and listen to me damn it!" I take a deep breath to calm myself down and continue in a softer tone. "I don't really know what's going on right now, okay? I'm overwhelmed by all these feelings and I don't really know who I am anymore. It's scaring me because I can't lose who I am and I just feel like I don't have a grip on things. I need my best friend, Aid. I need you." My voice cracks audibly in the middle of my last sentence and I hang my head shamefully.

After everything I put the poor guy through, I have no right to ask him to stand in the same room as me, let alone be selfish enough to ask him to be the best friend he's always been.

I feel strong familiar arms wrap themselves protectively around me and I immediately relax in Aiden's embrace.

"It's Spencer, isn't it?" His voice is soft and there is no hint of malice in his tone.

I slump against his body, too drained to hold myself up. "Yeah, Aiden. It's her. It just kind of hit me one day and now I'm here, finding out I'm gay."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's not much to talk about. She really is amazing; you just never took the chance to get to know her .Whenever Spencer's in the room, I just feel like the whole place is a million times brighter and when she's smiling at me, God. Aiden when she's smiling at me, I'm on top of the universe! Then there are nights we'll share a bed and all she does is wrap her arms around my waist but I feel like I'm on fire. Each and every part of me burning deliciously in her warmth and intoxicated by her presence. She just- I want to wrap everything of her around myself and just surround myself with her. At first I thought that it's because we're so close but then I started to notice the little things. How her lips move when she talks and how she's always reaching for my hand during a conversation. That's when I started becoming suspicious of what I was feeling because I couldn't actually be gay. I've been with guys before and I enjoyed it but the more I thought about it, the more I found out how the only man I really felt anything for emotionally was you and I might have just been confusing that with the buddy kind of love and not the hubby kind. I just, I'm really lost in all of this, Aid, and it sucks."

I feel him chuckle and tighten his arms around me, "It's okay, Ash. Everything will work out for you, I promise. I'm always on your side and together we'll figure out a way to sweep Spencer off her feet. We'll make a plan and everything!"

I grin widely and lean up to kiss him on the cheek. "I love you, Aid."

"I love you too, you annoying little brat," Aiden playfully ruffles my hair and leans back on the sofa.

"There might be a small little problem though."

The dark haired man looks at me skeptically, "How small?"

I'm quick to reassure him because, honestly, I need all the help I can get right now. "Just a teeny weeny one, I swear! Do you remember that Brooke girl from the club last night?"

Aiden's eyes narrow as he nods hesitantly, "Yeah, what about her?"

"She's sort of out on a date with Spencer, who by the way isn't officially out of the closet yet. Oops! I wasn't supposed to tell you that! Please don't tell Kyla!"

Shit, Kyla's going to hunt me down for not even being able to keep the secret for twenty four hours. I need to go update my will after Aiden leaves.

"That's tiny? Oh man, you've got to be kidding me Ashley!" Aiden groans and covers his face with his hands.

The room settles into an easy silence until an idea pops into my head, "Hey Aiden! You think we could figure out a way to incorporate running over Brooke twice in the plan?"

Aiden turns to look at me with wide disbelieving eyes, "You want to run Brooke over, like with a car?"

"Twice!" Nodding fervently, I hold up two fingers for Aiden to see.

He groans louder than before and covers his face again, "What have I gotten myself into? I'm going to end up in jail after all of this is over, I know it…"