A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to do a new chapter. I knew once school started up again it'd be difficult plus AP testing came around plus college decisions and shit and it became really hectic. Anyway, AP tests out of the way. Hooray! College decision out of the way. Hooray! I'm so sad though because I totally just got a sinus infection and an ear infection at the same time and I feel like poo so I can't go to Long Beach pride...and I already bought my NONrefundable ticket. :( SO sad. Anyway, enough about me. Here ya go.

I sat on the well worn couch with a bottle of beer in one hand and a cheeseburger from In N Out in the other hand and switched off between the two. This was the picture of perfection. We were all over at Olivia's kicking back and relaxing. Who needed to be out partying on a Saturday night when you could be chilling? The couch that I sat on was deeply sunken in and deeply worn because it was her parents first couch that they got at their wedding. It was replaced a few years back by a nice $2000 leather sofa and the piece of shit was just gathering dust in the garage. Olivia didn't mind it though and it made its way into her apartment.

I sat on the furthest left end of the couch while Julian sat on the furthest right and Spencer layed in between us with her head on my lap, legs draped over Julians. Occasionally she'd lift her head to take a sip of her beer but other than that she was firmly planted.

"Where's Jerry?" Aiden asked, scanning the room. It was no secret that he'd always had a thing for Olivia. Well, after he got over his thing he had for me when he finally accepted the fact that I looked at him as a brother.

She shrugged annoyed, sitting on the recliner across from the couch, "He's been totally M-I-A lately."

"Oh, girl maybe he's cheating," Julian let out in warning though it was overtly evident that the issue at hand was presented as scandelous to him and he'd much rather it continue problematically than have it just be nipped in the butt.

Spencer slightly shook her head in amusement and I jumped slightly from the movement of her head in my lap. She looked up at me questioningly and I shook my head as if to say don't worry about it. It was funny how quickly she made her way into our group. Julian loved her because he said they had the gay bond "even if she is a lesbian" he'd say. Olivia and her meshed remarkably well after Spencer got used to Olivia being somewhat touched. Aiden moved into the more indifferent category which was a step up from disliking her and that's how she nuzzled her way in. And I think I'm just happy to have her around.

"Do you always have to assume the worst?" Olivia grilled, clearly irritated.

"I'm just a skeptic by nature," he let out with a slight turn of his head in an abnormally snotty way.

"There's a difference between being a skeptic and assuming the worst in people."

"I met a guy yesterday," I blurted out, not really knowing how to avoid their argument.

Everyone looked at me in shock except Spencer. Her expression was hard to read as she just looked up at me a little irritated. I looked back up at everyone to see them staring at me, waiting for me to answer, "Who?" Aiden asked a little defensively.

"His name's Sam."

Olivia's interest was clearly piqued, "Where did you meet him?"

I blushed a little looking down in nervous habit only to be met with Spencer's perplexed face that I couldn't look at and forced my head back up, "The gas station."

Aiden's face contorted into a look of pure displeasure and hysterics, "What?"

"I said the gas station."

"I know what you said. Why would you ever meet a guy at a gas station."

"It's not like I go pump gas with the intent on meeting a guy, Aiden."

He shook his head irritated, "Please tell me it wasn't at night."

"No. Broad daylight. Please, I'm not stupid."

"Well, I think this is great!" Olivia yelled out excitedly, clapping her hands, "When are you guys going out?"

"Tomorrow," I smiled, "We're just going to get something to eat. Nothing special."

"Is he cute?" Julian asked. I loved that boy but he was kind of shallow.

"I think so."

"What color hair? Height? Color eyes? Build? Hair style? Clothing style?"

"Brown hair, kinda shaggy, pretty tall, blue eyes-"

"Oh, girl you have a winner! Blue eyes are gorgeous! I always wished I had blue eyes."

"Blue eyes are so nice," Olivia agreed.

"I know," I sighed, picturing his blue eyes, "It's like you could drown in them...but in a good way," I looked down at Spencer and smiled. I'd never noticed how blue her eyes were. Like the eye of a storm. Processing. I looked back up, "Anyway, he seems to have a pretty athletic build. I don't think he has a six pack but kinda fit. He wears the surfer style very well too."

"Exciting!" Julian gasped, thrilled by my date.

"Do you know what Sam does?" Spencer asked skeptically.

I shook my head, "I'm sure I'll find out tomorrow."

"I see. Well, hopefully it all works out for you," she responded robotically.

"Thanks," I smiled at her.

"Wear this! It'll compliment your skin tone!" Olivia handed me an olive colored halter top with a floral pattern. I hadn't worn it in years. I hated this top. "Spencer doesn't it look really nice on her?" We turned to Spencer who was reading a National Geographic while sitting on my bed.

She looked up from her magazine and her eyes scanned me, "You look nice."

I nodded in thanks, "I appreciate it."

I'll admit I was kind of nervous for Olivia to see Sam because there was always that moment of judgement between friends with boyfriends. I tried to loosen up but my nerves stayed tightly wound and when I heard a knock at the door I slightly jumped in surprise and at being shaken from my thoughts.

I opened the door and there was Sam, looking a lot nicer than the day I had met him at the gas station and he brought his arm out front to reveal a single red rose.

"How cliche," Spencer whispered in my ear as she walked over to where Olivia was standing.

"Well, we're going to go," I called out to the both of them, and Olivia waved happily and Spencer just gave a one wave and I shut the door.

We sat on the beach after eating at the beach shack that overlooked the ocean and it was quite nice. We took our shoes off and Sam rolled up his pants a little bit and we sat at the shore where when the water just finished its rush up it'd hit our feet, cooling my toes and the balls of my feet. It was relaxing.

"So does rock legend Raife Davies' daughter have any musical talent?" he joked casually throwing a stone that badly skipped in the tide.

I shrugged, "I guess I can play guitar a little bit."

He shifted his view and was looking at me, "Don't be modest. I bet you're really good."

I shrugged again with an embarrased smile, "I've been known to rip out quite a few intricate chords at one time."

"Oh really?"

I nodded quietly.

"We should totally jam together sometime."

"You play?"

"Bass, actually."

"Oh, that could be a problem," I challenged jokingly.

"Why's that?"

"Because I don't date bass players. Too much of an attitude problem."

"But bass players know how to do things better."

"Like what?" I asked overly curious, playing in his little game.

"This," he leaned in and kissed me and pretty soon it turned into a make out session, not sure how that happened, but you know how when you close your eyes you see different colors in the black. I kept seeing blue. Like the waves rushing onto shore, so much blue that it was flooding my closed eyed vision. And then I saw Spencer and her little smiling face smirking at me slamming into my closed eyes. For the love of god why was Spencer in my mind when I was kissing Sam? But I let everything continue because right here and right now I was with Sam and he was still an amazing guy.

He drove me back to Olivia's becuase that's where I was previously and I knew I was probably going to be spending the night there.

"I had a nice time."

"Me too."

"We should...do this again some time?" he asked timidly.

I couldn't help but to smile at his shyness, "Definitely."

He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips which kind of made me blush at the gentleness of it considering we were making out for practically an hour earlier.

"Good night."

I stepped out of the car and walked in expecting to see nobody awake but as I walked in I saw Spencer still there huddled closely to Olivia talking quietly.

I cleared my throat as they both jumped and Spencer's face was kind of pink and Olivia just...well she looked like Olivia. She gave Spencer one last look that I couldn't read and then turned to me, "So how was it?" she screeched excitedly in typical Olivia fashion.

I smiled genuinly, "It was really nice."

"What'd you guys do?"

"We ate at some beach shack along the beach and then we sat on the beach and….talked."

"By talk you mean a little something something," she wiggled her eye brows annoyingly.

"We just made out...a lot."

"Sounds yummy," Spencer let out sarcastically.

"It was," I replied, a little forcefully.

"Sorry, I don't do boys."

"Somebody has to."

"So why don't you leave that somebody up to Olivia?" she looked up and smiled triumphantly.

I squinted my eyes in a pissed off way about to go off the railing and give her a piece of my mind when Olivia interrupted my almost outburst, "This calls for a celebration."

I stepped back from the couch worriedly, "What kind of celebration?"

"Margaritas!" she clapped her hands and ran to the kitchen, pulling things out of the fridge and and pushing the blender to the front of the counter.

It was like Olivia was on speed because every time she grabbed an ingreidient she jumped a little with excitement, and I stood next to her amused, acting as sue chief. Spencer had sauntered up behind us, observing, "Strawberry ones?"

"They're the only kind I like," Olivia replied excitedly, "Strawberries," she held out her hand and I handed her the bag of frozen strawberries. She poured the rest of the contents and blended it, scouping a tiny bit in a cup for me to try.

"Mmm, nice and strawberry-y."

"Let me try," Spencer butted in between us and gave me another look that just twisted the muscles in my brain and looked back at Olivia, taking the cup, "Not strong enough, here," she grabbed the Cuervos and poured much more in, followed by some more triple sec and blended it up, "Now, try this."

As Olivia sipped the red contents she coughed a little, "That's...strong."

"It'll feel better, I promise," she smiled confidently at her abilities.

We all layed on the couch sipping Margies. I think I've had at least two and Olivia must have had three because when I looked up last she was totally tanked out on the end of the couch.

"I'm surprised thass not you!" Spencer slurred as her eyes barely leveled my stare and fuzzily looked at me through her lopsided grin. She was so cute when she was toasted.

I giggled at her ridiculous remark, "Why would that be me?"

"Causssse you're always passed out! Duh!"

I don't know why but I couldn't stop giggling, "I can control my liquor sometimes you know."

"Like right now?" she more stated than asked and her head began to kinda hang because she couldn't hold it up.

"I am in control."

"Is that like your thing? You gotta be in control or something? Is that why you're going out with that guy?"

"No."

"No you don't always have to be in control or no that's not why you're going out with him?" she sang the question like she'd trapped me and her head swayed from side to side, unintentionally I'm sure.

"You think real well when you're drunk."

"Anshur the quesshion Ashhhley."

"No to both."

"So why are you going out with him?"

"Because he's nice."

"But there's so many better people you could be doing things with than him!"

"Like who?"

"Like...like...I...I dunno," she laughed and let her head completely fall as her body sank into the couch next to me, "Is he the one who juss made you feel it so's you know?"

"No he's not like that, Spencer."

"Then what's he like?"

"I don't know…"

"Tell me Ashhhley, what's he like?"

"It's like…reaching for stars but realizing they're too far so you're okay with tops of buildings."

Spencer bellowed out a laugh, "What does that even meannnn?"

I laughed with her, "I don't even know."

She began running her fingers through my hair and my breathing got became softer, "Your hair'ssosoft."

"It's always soft."

"It smells real good too."

"Garnier Fructise."

She put her face up to my head, breathing in the smell, "Mmmm smellssss good," and then she kissed my head, and laid back next to me.

"G'night Ashhhley."

"Night Spencer."