SPENCER'S POV:

"Jude! I'm going to kill you!" I sighed as the 6 month old yorkie terrier scampers behind the couch.

"Take the puppy. She'll be good company. We already have her trained.." I mumbled my ex girlfriend's words over to myself. I was a total sucker for the girl. I'm a total sucker for any brunette really but 3 years spent with the woman had done me in. I shook the pathetic thoughts from my head while I cleaned up Jude's mess and continued to unpack.

I hung a frame in the living room and smiled to myself. It was an old picture of my family: my parents, Clay, Glen, and myself. We looked so happy. The picture was taken several months prior to the revelation of my dad's alcoholism, my mom's affair, Glen's pill addiction, my coming out, and devastatingly enough, Clay's death. A tear escaped and I wiped it away along with the dull pain in my chest.

"Why hello there little sis. Looks like Mom was right after all, you do seriously need help."

I snap my head up and see my big brother leaning against the front doorframe with a toothy grin.

"Glen!" I screamed and ran towards him. He pulled me in for a huge bear hug and though it usually isn't the case, I'm really happy to see him.

"You know it's really not safe to leave your door unlocked here, right?" he chuckles while parenting me.

"Yeah, yeah Glen. I know, I must've just forgotten or something," I wave my hand dismissively at him and walk towards the kitchen.

"So how you been, Spencer?" He asks, elongating the last syllable of my name, as he settles against the kitchen counter. His calm demeanor soothes me and I smile as I'm finally able to get a good look at him. He seems taller than when I last saw him, definitely more muscular but still has that boyish grin and a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. His hair is cut neatly and he's dressed well in a forest green University of Miami polo and khakis with loafers to top it off.

"Honestly, it's been an exhausting couple weeks with the graduation, the move, the break up. I'm stressed beyond belief." He lets my words linger and they bounce off the high ceilings of my new condo.

"Stressed? Spence, you just graduated from one of the top law schools in the country and landed an awesome gig. You shouldn't be stressed, you should be excited. The rest of your life starts now." He finishes with a look of disbelief and I think I'm beginning to feel as crazy as he's making me seem.

I let his words sink in as I lay back fully onto the counter. In a way he was right, I was an NYU law graduate, I passed the bar in two states, and already have taken a job as an Assistant State Attorney and all by the time I was 24. Truthfully, I had tons of career options and job offers and the one I picked certainly did not pay the most. It actually paid really shitty compared to the job I wanted in LA but Miami is where I need to be right now. It became my family's home over 3 years ago and now it's time for it to become mine as well.

"I know, I know I just didn't think I'd be moving anywhere alone" I respond sadly.

He nods his head understandingly and says, "take my word for it Spence, you're gonna love it here."

Glen had never met my ex-girlfriend, Michelle. He was always playing basketball or training and he just never got the chance. My parents, however, did meet her. It was an awkward transition at first because Michelle was the first girl I ever brought home but they took to her quickly. My dad much faster than my mom. I told them I loved her and let them know I was going to propose after graduation. They seemed pretty happy for me and gave me their blessing. I called them before anyone else when she declined my proposal 3 months ago.

I sit back up to stretch out and ask "so, how's the new gig?".

"I love it, Spence. I know I'm just the assistant coach for the Canes but I'm pretty young. Not everyone has this opportunity at 25 and I feel like great fit for the program," he answers all business-like and with a smile.

"It sounds amazing. I'm proud of you, big bro," I tell him honestly.

"Aw Spency Wency. You're getting all soft on me" he coos and reaches out for me. He immediately puts me in a headlock.

"GLEN! STOP!" I wiggle around to squeeze out of his hold.

"What's wrong, Spencer? Your black belt in karate not doing you any good?" he teases as I break his grasp and reverse the move.

"It's doing me just fine, I'm just a little sore from yoga yesterday," I snicker as mess up his gelled hairdo and release him.

"Yoga? You really have gone soft on me," he says with disbelief as he tries to comb through his gold curls with his fingers.

"It's actually hot yoga and it's pretty tough. You should come to a class with me sometime," I reply. Yoga became my thing in college, it was sort of my release from all the stress. I was always so intense when it came to school and fitness but yoga allowed me to stay in shape and relax at the same time.

"No thanks, Spence. I'll do my workouts on the court with the big boys," Glen puffs out his chest and I let out a small laugh.

"Alright, suit yourself. But there were a lot of gorgeous women working out...Actually there was one in particular that even caught my eye," I let my words fall slowly and he looks up and smiles.

"Well since I know you have impeccable taste, maybe we can go tomorrow," he answers slyly as I break out laughing. Glen and I made a pastime out of picking up women. Well actually, he's made a pastime of attempting to pick up women who always seem more interested in me than in him.

"Sounds great to me, I don't start work for another 2 weeks." I finish laughing and unpack the remaining cups and plates. Glen grabs a few and begins putting them in the cabinets. He tosses me a beer from the fridge, steals one for himself, and we clink our bottles.

"Tomorrow it is then. But don't think just because I'm your brother and you have zero other friends here that I'm going to be hanging out with you every day," he threatens jokingly then takes a swig.

"Hey, hey, hey. I have friends alright. What do you think I've been doing for the past few days?" I ask mildly offended.

"Oh really, social butterfly? Who are your friends?" he inquires mockingly.

"Well I have a friend named, Ashley. Ashley Davies." I answer smugly.

Glen begins to laugh and I feel my cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

"Very funny, Spencer!" he continues laughing and I'm genuinely confused.

"What's funny? I met her at yoga! She wanted to be my friend, why else would she have talked to me?" I defend myself.

"Spencer, Ashley Davies is the lead singer of Uprooted. Stop making things up." He's still dying laughing and I decide not to answer him. I'm positive she said her name was Ashley Davies. She was stunning and I don't often forget a beautiful woman's name.

Glen's still laughing and I take out my phone and google her.

ASHLEY DAVIES, LEAD SINGER OF UPROOTED, ARRESTED

DAVIES TRASHES HOTEL ROOM IN MALIBU

UPROOTED TO HEADLINE VANS WARPED TOUR 2014

RAIFE DAVIES' DAUGHTER CAUSES SCENE IN COURT

And the headlines continue. The accusations and court dates seem endless and I wonder if this could really be the same girl. I click images and my jaw drops as I recognize the woman with the baggy sweatpants and loose tank top as the same one in leather shorts and bra on my cellphone screen.

It was Ashley Davies,
The woman I'd run from the day before.
With pouty lips and chocolate brown eyes,
Who seemed nervous to talk to me.
With a sultry voice that gives goosebumps to thousands of fans,
Who made me smile for the rest of the day.
The face of Uprooted.
The bad girl of rock music,
Who slept with hundreds of women.

"Glen! That's her, that's the woman I met!" I'm in absolute shock. How did I not recognize her?

"Spence, you've got to be kidding me. You met Ashley Davies and didn't recognize her? Do you live under a rock?" he chuckled.

I roll my eyes and ignore his questions. I'm clicking through the pictures in disbelief.

'Mysterious and adorable Ashley Davies from Vibe' is all of a sudden 'way too public badass Ashley Davies' and now I'm not nearly as excited for my class tomorrow.