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"Ashley, I'm just scared." Spencer whispers softly.

Smiling, I reach out a hand for her to take, "Of me, Spence? You should know that you never have to be scared of your best friend."

Her soft hand slips into my own and she takes a firm hold. I tug her gently and she falls into my arms.

Looking down into those blue eyes, I find myself getting lost until a throat clearing draws my attention back to the blonde in my arms.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to kiss me, girlfriend?" She taunts playfully.

Smirking, I lower my lips down to hers stopping just a breath away. Licking my lips, I touch not only my own lips but graze hers as well. Her shiver and the fluttering of her eyes aren't gone unnoticed by me. Nothing she ever does goes unnoticed by me.

"Ash…"

I feel my name exhaled alongside a sweet breath and I sigh happily. I don't know why I ever doubted her coming back to me.

Pushing my lips just a little bit farther, I softly collide with what may very well be the most heavenly thing on this earth. Well the most heavenly part on the heavenliest thing on earth.

A tentative brush of her tongue chases all other thoughts from my head. I allow her the permission she was seeking immediately and I think I just died when she moans softly in my mouth.

She pulls away and looks into my eyes with one of the brightest smiles I've ever seen on her face. Her eyes sparkle with happiness and my heart swells at the thought that I am the reason for that happiness.

"Spence, I just wanted you to know that – well, I uh…love you. I'm in love with you, Spencer Carlin!"

If her face is any clue to her reaction, I would take a safe bet that she feels the same way. Her face lights up as if she's just won a brand new car. A hot red Mustang convertible called Ashley Davies. Hmmm, Spencer Carlin riding Ashley Davies…

The images are just heavenly aren't they? I wholeheartedly agree.

"Ashley, I lov-"

A pillow slams the side of my head and my eyes flutter open to the ceiling fan in my room.

I blink once and the face of an enraged brunette fills my vision and I swallow hard.

I think I'm in trouble.

"Ashley Nicole Davies! You get up this very moment before I-"

I hold out a hand to stop the impending attack and glare at my younger sister. "Seriously, Kyla, can you chill the fuck out? I'm awake, look you can even see my eyeballs. Now stop before I kick your ass."

I sit up and stretch out my body before glancing at the time. I had slept for nearly an hour and a half. My head was throbbing from all the crying and after gingerly prodding my face; I could tell that it was puffed up. I stand up, determined to go into the bathroom and apply make up until my face was semi-presentable.

"Ashley!"

I whirled on my sister, because really, enough was enough, "What, Kyla? What the fuck could you possibly want right now?"

The outburst barely affects the petite brunette who shoots an accusatory glare at me and points a finger in the direction of the living room. "There is a brunette in the living room, Ashley. But, oh no! Not just any brunette. This brunette is special, because you see, this brunette has dimples, and long legs and that stupid gorgeous smile and a husky voice. That brunette is special because she's Spencer's fucking coffee date! So please, dear sister of mine! Would you care to explain why I have Brooke effing Davis waiting in your living room for the past five minutes??"

I pale considerably and glance around panicking, "Kyla! I look horrible! Go stall and tell her I'll be out in a minute."

Kyla's eyes flashed in anger, "Oh no! I'm not going anywhere until you explain to me what the hell she's doing here?"

Exasperated, I take a hold of Kyla's hands and do the only thing that comes to mind.

I beg.

"Kyla. Please! Just do this for me and I'll explain this all to you later. Now I have to go put my face on so just stall her for five more minutes."

Rolling her eyes at me, Kyla nods and holds out a finger warningly, "If you don't tell me the whole story, I will know Ashley and I will kick your ass."

With that, she turned on her heel and out the door. I could hear her cheery voice strike up an immediate conversation with the stunning brunette on the couch and I heard the husky chuckle at my sister's excuse of a stall.

Rushing to the bathroom, I put my expertise in cosmetics to work and within five minutes you couldn't even tell that I had spent almost forty-five minutes in the arms of my sister sobbing my heart out.

I glance down at the boy shorts and the tank top that currently adorn my body and curse silently. Chancing the risk of getting caught, I poke my head out of the bathroom door and check to see if the hallway is clear. It is and I bound to my room and slip inside before anyone catches sight of me.

Running towards the closet, I rip the clothes off my body and hurriedly slip into a pair of ripped jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. Comfortable but cute. Double checking my make up in the mirror, I quickly spray just a bit of perfume on my neck and in perfect time too.

There's a soft knock at my door and I walk over, taking a deep breath before opening it. Brooke stands their smiling embarrassedly while Kyla shrugs somewhat apologetically in my direction.

"I'm not interrupting anything am I, Rockstar?"

I smile at the dark haired girl directly in front of me, "Of course not. Come on in!" I wave my sister off who mouths that that she'll be back later and heads out of the apartment. I close the door in my own room and walk up behind the older girl.

Without turning around, Brooke begins talking, "You know, when people give other people their numbers, they usually want them to call or at least answer their calls."

"You called me? But I didn't even…where did that stupid thing go now?" My voice trails off as I search for my phone, finally retrieving it from under the bed. I glance up to see Brooke stifling a laugh, "What? Is there something on my face?"

Really, who would want to look anything less than perfect with this girl in the room?

Brooke shakes her head and confidently strides over to take a seat on my bed. "So what about you, Rockstar? Did ya miss me as much as I missed you?"

I let out a genuine laugh, amazed at how effortlessly this girl could make people feel at ease. I peek at my phone and thumb through the two missed calls from Brooke before stopping at the most recent message, "Well I'd like to say I did…"

From: Kickass Best Friend :)

I'm sorry, Ash.

My finger wavers over the reply button and I felt the backs of my eyes prick with familiar tears, when Brooke interrupted my train of thought, "Have you been crying?"

My head snaps up, and I deny the statement vehemently, "No! Do I look like I've been crying?"

The brunette eyes me warily, "It doesn't have to look like you're crying. I'm an expert when it comes to makeup. I can make a sobbing mess look like she's ready for the Grammy Awards. Crying is always there in a person's voice, so I ask again, have you been crying?"

I study the older girl and feeling the sincerity ebbing off the girl, I let my walls fall down. "I'm just completely stung out right now. There isn't any reason for all of this to happen right now but I think I'm losing myself more and more in every moment I spend with…"

"Spencer?" Brooke's identification brought the tears back to my eyes immediately. Seeing my inability to speak, she continued. "I don't blame you. I like her a lot too. There's just something about her that makes me very attracted to her."

"But you were flirting with me last night."

Chuckling, Brooke waves my confusion off. "Oh that was just to get a rise out of her. Believe it or not, Spencer is really protective over you. I couldn't tell you if she likes you or not but I can tell you that seeing you and I together really got under her skin."

"Oh, so you didn't like me like..." I trail off embarrassed, hoping that I wasn't as obvious as I thought I was being.

"I like you for you, if that's what you mean?"

"I-uh… yeah, I just wanted to make sure that there aren't any hard feelings between us."

Brooke laughs her husky laugh and I startling realize that it's becoming one of my most favorite things to hear. I hate to say that I'm disappointed to hear that she wasn't truly interested in me and I'd be a liar if I said it didn't hurt. But there's nothing I can do and I won't make myself look any more pathetic than I already do. So much for my reputation.

"Don't worry about it Rockstar. So back to Spencer."

I think about the way my heart lurched when Spencer reacted the way she did when I told her I was gay. My mind replays the kiss when I was so wonderfully slammed against the wall. I see her walking away from me, her kissing Nathan, her cuddling with me in the morning and the good morning kiss. It was so overwhelming but I was unaware that I was crying until Brooke wrapped her arms around me and began whispering softly in my ear.

"It's going to be okay. Ashley, it really will work out. Is there anything I can do to help?"

The first thought that comes to mind shocks me and I pull away shaking my head. "No, you can't."

Brooke eyes my face for a moment, "You're lying. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me, Rockstar. You know I'll be here for you."

"Trust me. If you knew what I was thinking of you wouldn't want to help me."

I look down but within a second my line of sight is full of Brooke Davis.

"I want to. Just tell me, please."

I contemplate for a second before deciding that if it's what she wants…

Pushing my head a little bit forward, I'm pleasantly met with a pair of soft lips. They aren't as soft as Spencer's but much more fuller. When there's no response I try pulling back, but you can easily say I'm more than a little surprised when a hand snakes its way into my curls and another cups my cheek. The lips pressed against mine begin moving, tentatively at first but it becomes clear that Brooke is a seasoned kisser and her expertise is definitely making a great impression on me. Before I can stop myself my tongue brushes up against her bottom lip silently begging for entrance. I can feel her hesitance but she allows me the permission I was seeking and just as our tongues near each other, the door swings open, colliding with the wall behind it.

"Oh my god."

Brooke and I spring apart and stare at the person standing in the doorway. Glancing at each other, our eyes wide with shock and shame, we voice the only thought running through our mind simultaneously.

"Oh fuck."

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