Spencer's POV:

My thoughts were broken when a man stepped up to the microphone. He tapped a couple times on it and finally spoke.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I do apologize for the interruption, but how bout we all join in a dance with our new partner and his beautiful fiancé."

I looked at Nathan, and he had this weird look on his face. After a second of him just awkwardly staring at me, he cleared his throat and stood up offering me his hand. When we were on the dance floor, I approached him and put my arm around him. He quickly stiffened then relaxed into my touch. He was never a dancer so I had to lead him through the whole song. It felt great to be able to out on a dance floor and dance again. After about two minutes dancing, I finally looked at his face. The expression on his face was blank and told me nothing about how he was feeling right then.

I couldn't help but start to tear up. Feeling like I'm never good enough him always crosses my mind. And I look away from him ashamed. Ashamed because I feel I was staring to long at him. Scared that he will see the emotion in my eyes and run. I try pushing all those feelings to the back of my mind and focus on getting through the dance.

Finally the dance was over. And I start to pull away, but feel a tug back in his direction. Just then I realize the song, Michael Buble's Lost. It was the song Nathan played outside our bedroom after our first huge fight. Nathan is looking into my eyes, and I can't help but let a tear fall. He puts his hand on my cheek and wipes in away. His hand is still on my cheek and he pulls me into a passionate kiss. I pull away first so I know that I'll be the one to break it. Because if I don't break it, then it will be too hard to leave my feelings out there for him to easily break again. This isn't the first time or the last that he will act like a true lover and then turn a 180. But I can't help but love him. He was my first and only. I have never felt this way towards anyone, and I'm scared that if I leave then there will be worse pain to come.

"I love you, Spencer." Nathan says in a gentle tone.

I put my head into his shoulder through the rest of the song. When it is over, I make a bee-line to the bathroom to clean my running mascara off my face. I clean my face and look at myself in the mirror. I don't recognize the person staring back at me. I used to be free-spirited and, well, happy. I used to dance in the studio almost everyday and let my feelings show through my dance. I haven't even stepped into a studio in months.

I start to feel sick and turn around to find an open stall. I fall to my knees and pure out everything I ate today into the toilet. I can feel more tears reach my eyes and my stomach muscles tightening. The pain is almost unbearable, but I survive through my retching. As I am now cleaning my face and rinsing my mouth, I hear the bathroom door open. In walks this beautiful brown hair, dark eyed girl.

"Are you ok?" She asks in a polite 'I'm not really trying to get into your business, but if you need someone to talk to I'm hear' tone.

"I'm fine" I answer giving her a nice, fake smile, which a four year old wouldn't believe. "I'm Spencer Carlin." I stick my hand towards her.

She gives me this skeptical look, but brushes whatever she was thinking aside. She shakes my hand. "Ashley, Ashley Davies."

A/N: There is chapter 2. Please R&R.