Disclaimer: I own my laptop, my car, and my words. If I owned them, you'd be watching this rather than reading about it. Wouldn't that be a trip if I did?

Alright, so I thought long and hard about it and decided that although this is NOT a crossover, I will continue to borrow Sophia Bush and her lovely character Brooke Davis from One Tree Hill without the background story. No one else from Tree Hill will be making an appearance because in this story Brooke is an LA girl and always has been. I did stick to the fashion design thing but no Clothes over Bros for Brooke in this story. Thanks so much for the lovely reviews, a big thank you to my beta, RatedRCouture, who edits my crappy works in record time, and a special thank you to Abby (Gentry) who took time to edit my crappy love life lol. She's an awesome person and a kickass writer, go check her out! On to the chapter!

My shoulder explodes with sudden pain and a knee connects firmly with my stomach. The impact sends me falling off the edge of the bed and sprawled onto the ground.

Floor, meet face. Face, this is floor.

"I am so sorry!" squeaks a voice from my bed.

Groaning, I pull myself up and smile at my sister, even though it comes out as more of a grimace.

"I forgot you're a kicker, Ky." I pull up the hem of my tanktop and glance down at the rapidly forming splotch. "Damn, Kyla! I guess all that time at the gym is helping after all."

Kyla peeks from under the covers, wincing visibly when she catches sight of the bruise, and ducks her head under the blanket.

"Sorry, Ash. I didn't mean to."

I pad my way over to the bed and ruffle my sister's hair affectionately. "It's okay. Go back to sleep, Ky. It's still pretty early and we've all had a long night."

I smile as Kyla grunts her agreement and quietly slip out of the room. Once the door clicks softly in place, I raise both arms and stretch all the sleep out of my tired muscles. Last night's happenings are still fresh in my mind and I will myself not to glance in the direction of Spencer's room on my way to the bathroom.

I don't bother closing the door, well aware that everyone is still asleep. Deciding to thoroughly check Kyla's damage, I pull off the black tank top gingerly and stand in front of the mirror. I suck in air through clenched teeth as I carefully poke the bluish spot.

I turn suddenly when I hear a gasp from behind me and flinch when I see Spencer standing in the doorway.

Her arm reaches out towards my stomach and I immediately take a step back. Her arm snaps back to her side and hurt flashes across her face.

"Wait here, Ashley. Just- wait."

With those words, she was gone and I began to consider making a run for it. I took a step forward and before my foot could even hit the floor, Spencer walked into the bathroom.

Without making eye contact, the blonde kneels on the floor and delicately touched the contusion.

"Kyla packs quite the punch, doesn't she?

I smile despite myself, "Actually it was more of a kick that did this damage."

Chills run up my spine as her fingers carefully check the bruise; fortunately Spencer seemed unaware of what her touch was doing to my body.

Suddenly, there was ice running over my stomach and I hissed loudly.

"That's so cold!" I yelp, pulling away from the icy cube.

Snickering, Spencer comes closer and begins running the ice over the bruise. "Stop being such a baby."

I white-knuckle the sink's edge hoping it'll help ease the freezing feeling.

Thankfully, Spencer gave pity on me and pulled the ice cube off of my skin. I let out a sigh of relief and allow my body to relax.

Then I became painfully aware of familiar hands wrap around my waist and warm air blowing across the discolored and painful area.

Horrified, I glance down to see Spencer blowing softly across my skin. I lean my head back and let my eyes flutter close when I feel her lips barely brush against my stomach.

It was such a soft touch that if it wasn't for the fiery trail she left behind, I would have thought I had imagined the whole thing.

"Spencer, I'll take it from here."

My eyes shoot open at the intrusion and Spencer stands up just as fast. Glancing at a stone-faced Kyla, she winces. "I was just- I thought she might need some help."

Barely acknowledging the blonde, Kyla enters the bathroom and stands between Spencer and myself. "Well I'm here now, so I think she'll be fine."

Letting her head drop, Spencer glances up at me but I avert my gaze not wanting to meet her eyes.

The second the blonde leaves the bathroom, Kyla slams the door shut and turns on me. "What the hell Ashley? Why are you doing this to yourself?"

I sit down on the floor and put my back against the wall. "I don't know, Ky. I don't know what she's doing either! Everything just seems so confusing right now."

Kyla sighs and takes a hold of my hand pulling me up to a standing position. She kneels down and inspects the bruise for a few seconds before standing up straight and shrugging. "Well whatever she did, it helped. Go take a shower and for god's sake, Ash, don't let me catch Spencer in there trying to 'help' you!"

I fling a bar of soap in her direction but she ducks quickly and runs out of the room laughing.

Walking out of the bathroom, I'm immediately hit with the smell of pancakes. I rush into the kitchen, anxious to find the source of the mouthwatering aroma.

I'm greeted by the sight of Spencer in the kitchen, flipping some of the most perfect looking pancakes I've ever seen.

I walk to the table and sit down without a word, staring at the food that adorns the kitchen table. Eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes…I think I might have died and gone to breakfast heaven.

Almost magically, a plate full of everything on the table materialized in front of me, shaking me out of my food reverie. I glance upward and see Spencer smiling down warmly at me. I couldn't even think about stopping the goofy grin before it appears on my face.

"You didn't think I'd forget about Sunday breakfasts, did you?"

I shrug and opt to dig into the delicious spread placed in front of me rather than verbalize a response.

I get through half of my first pancake when Kyla walks into the room. Her eyes immediately zero in on the chair adjacent to mine. I see her mind at work and as much as I appreciate her protectiveness, I feel rather embarrassed at what she's about to do.

Kyla rushes over to the table, deciding on leaping over the coffee table only to have the chair snatched by Spencer who quickly sits down. The blonde turns and smiles apologetically at my sister but I think everyone can see that triumphant twinkle in her eyes.

I shrug again to no one in particular and continue eating my food. Sunday breakfasts are one of my favorite parts of the week. Spencer usually cooks up an amazing breakfast and we talk about nothing and everything all at once. I tried to help twice, causing small fires each time and I've been banned from using the oven, the stove, and the microwave except for making popcorn.

I kick ass at microwaving popcorn. Never burned a single kernel, bitches. I should be in the Guinness Book of World Records or something. Better yet, there should be a Guinness Book of Ashley Davies' Records. How fucking awesome would that be??

"So are you planning on doing anything today Kyla?" Spencer asks.

Kyla thinks thoughtfully for a moment, before deciding that she didn't hate Spencer anymore and nods enthusiastically. "Yup, I have this casting call for some movie and I'll probably be there all day."

"What about you Ashley?"

I glance up and shrug a third time before shaking my head and resuming my eating.

"I was thinking we could have a movie day in that case."

The fork drops onto my plate with a soft clatter that sounds over-amplified in the quiet room.

Movie day? With Spencer? She tricked me!

"I guess so, since there's nothing better to do."

I'm pleased with my answer. Nonchalant, smooth, and just prickly enough to sting a bit.

I shove the last piece of toast into my mouth and excuse myself from the table.

Not even a moment after I enter my room, Kyla bursts in looking all kinds of disturbed.

"Whoever said blondes aren't smart really hasn't met Spencer Carlin!"

I smile softly and shrug before collapsing on the bed.

"Kyla, I can take care of myself. Thank you for everything but I think I can handle a movie day with Spence. We've done it before all this happened so it can't possibly be hard to do it again."

Kyla turns and looks at me with the most disbelieving look on her face, "Oh, you have absolutely no idea."

Boy was she right.

First off, we're stuck watching Twilight, which is a good movie if your best friend hadn't already dragged you to the theatre eleven different times to watch the damn thing.

Alice Cullen is fucking hot though. I'd totally tap that.

Twice.

Second, I'm sitting awkwardly on the couch with Brooke, yes that Brooke, through our third movie of the day, while we're both trying to avert our eyes from the train wreck that is Spencer and Nathan.

Spencer is perched on Nathan's knee and the king of smooth moves is sucking on her neck so hard, I think he's forgotten he's not Edward Cullen and that Edward Cullen is Edward…Cullen?

I think I confused myself.

Anyhow, while the two are polite enough to keep their moaning to a five on a scale of ten, Brooke looks almost a hundred times more uncomfortable than I feel.

I almost felt bad for the poor girl.

Suddenly, I'm overwhelmed by a soft fruity scent and a husky voice that makes its way into my ear. "You know, considering the club and the coffee date-that's-not-officially-a-date-but-totally-is, I could have sworn she didn't swing that way."

I snort softly before murmuring in reply, "You mean the way of monkey boy?"

Brooke giggles gently, "The way he's sucking at her neck, it's almost like he thinks he's the vampire."

My eyes widen and I whisper shout, "That's totally what I was thinking!"

Nodding, Brooke smiles and holds out a hand. "I'm Brooke Davis. It's nice to meet you now that you don't hate me anymore."

I flinch and smile apologetically before reaching out and taking the offered hand. "Ashley Davies. Sorry about that, it's – ah- complicated."

"You love her?"

"Or maybe it's just really simple."

Brooke laughs out loud and the sound tugs the corners of my mouth upward. "Is there anywhere we can go that might be a little more private and not on the verge of a soft-core porno?"

"My room?"

"Sounds perfect."

We both stand up and I lead the older brunette over to my room. "Here it is. Nothing special, really."

Brooke looks around, looking quite impressed when her eyes fell on the guitar. "You play?"

"Yeah, my dad taught me when I was younger. I sing a little, just for fun of course, whenever I'm not too busy with school and stuff."

"School and stuff, huh? What are you doing at school and stuff?" The brunette teases, sitting down on my bed and patting the area next to her.

I make my way over, "I'm doing business at school and my sister and I own a recording label."

"Wow, I didn't see that coming. That's impressive."

I shrug, mentally berating myself for relying on that gesture so much. One day my shoulders are just going to fall out of their sockets when I try to shrug.

"It's actually interesting but I'm not going to lie, it's a lot harder than I thought it was going to be."

"What about Spencer?"

"She is hell bent on becoming a physician."

"Like on ER?"

"No, more like Pediatrics."

Brooke seems to ponder that a minute before nodding, "She seems like that doctor type."

Laughing, I agree. "She totally does. So what about you?"

"Fashion design. I want to own my own company one day."

"That's cool. You're going to give your new favorite friend some free designer stuff, right?"

"Ha! After how you nearly bit my head off at the club the other day? You wish sweetheart."

Rolling my eyes, I stick my tongue out at Brooke. "I already apologized, I'm not going to do it again."

"I don't blame you. Spencer's something special."

My eyes glaze over, "She really is."

"Too bad Monkey Boy out there is macking on our girl."

I quirk an eyebrow up in the brunette's direction only to have one quirked right back at me, "Don't give me that look, Davies. I totally had a shot with her and you know it. Otherwise someone wouldn't have been so eager for me to get out of the car."

"I was tired! I wanted to go home!" I defend my drunken self.

"The car was still moving when you tried to push me out!" Brooke exclaims laughing.

Suddenly the door swings open and I glance up to find a not so happy Spencer in the doorway.

"The movie is over, Brooke. Sorry, but Ashley and I have class in the morning so…"

Brooke nods in Spencer's direction before turning back to me and waving her phone in my face, "You have a phone, Rock star?"

I roll my eyes but pull out the small device and hand it over. She punches in a few digits and I surprise her by grabbing a hold of her phone and entering in my own phone number. She smirks in my direction and holds out my phone. Our hands brush as we exchange our phones and linger there for a few seconds too long.

"Brooke, it's late." Spencer's voice broke in icy cold.

"Sorry, Spencer. Thanks again for inviting me tonight, I had fun tonight." At those words, Brooke turns her head to glance in my direction before turning towards Spencer again. "Bye Spence. I'll call you later, Ash."

Nodding my agreement, my eyebrows shoot upward when I note the same narrowness of Spencer's eyes that I had noticed when Aiden had kissed my cheek last night.

"Spenc-" I try.

"Goodnight, Ashley." Spencer cuts me off sharply and turns on her heel, walking Brooke and Nathan out before heading straight to her room.

I consider going out and talking to her, a thought promptly thrown out with the resounding slam of her bedroom door.

Good fucking night.

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