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Wedding Issues Only Lead to One Thing

Ashley's POV

I'm currently sitting in bed, clad in only a sheet, going through the photos Spencer showed me last night. They're all so amazing. It's not a snapshot or a cheesy picture. She set out to work on something amazing and that's what she's accomplished. I flip over to Kyla's show, my baby sis has talent. Her designs are gorgeous and I'm not surprised they wanted her for fashion week. Then I flip over to the 'other' pictures Spencer wanted to show me and I'm drooling. Spencer in provocative poses in her hotel room as well as a photo of her while on the phone, er..Let's just say she told me it was during our infamous phone call the other night. She reassured me that they were all taken on a timer set camera on a tripod, so that no other people were involved in the shooting of them. There's at least one for every night. I continue flipping through the photos on her camera and pass the naked ones and stop, scrunching my brows at what I see. I definitely didn't see that last night.

"Spencer!" I call out and she walks into the room after fetching a snack from the kitchen because of our long strenuous reacquaintance. And yes, she's wearing something. A robe, pft like I'd let her put actual clothes on, or have Arden or Coop see her naked, this is a happy medium. Spencer clothed and I don't have to deal with Coop making lewd references to my woman's unmentionables.

"Yeah, Ash?" She says, finishing her water and putting the glass on the night stand.

"Let me see your hip." Spencer looks at me strangely. "Seriously. Let me see." I pull her close to me and run my hands under the tie of her robe before unfastening it and seeing what I saw in the camera. "You got a tattoo, and didn't tell me Spence! I can't believe I didn't see it last night. Well then again, it was dark in here and we were quite busy." I trace over the script lettering spelling out A.

"Oh well, I was going to tell you about that…" She laughs nervously. "I had a night out in Prague where things got a little fuzzy. Kyla claims that I wanted to get your name tattooed on my ass but then they convinced me that an A on my hip bone would work." She's blushing furiously.

"Spencer Carlin! You secretly want my name on your ass." I swat her ass playfully and she yelps.

"Ash," She whines, her face turning an even deeper red. "I was drunk."

I shake my head playfully and grin, "You loooove meeee. You want my name tattooed—" She jumps ontop of me to try and stop my teasing. "Babe, if you wanted another round you could've just asked. Although I do enjoy a little rough play." I purr out.

"Good," She whispers in my ear, "Because you should expect punishment for all that teasing you just did." And just like that, the tables are turned. Spencer-142309480, Ashley-I've lost count but it's a small little tiny number. "Now get up. Alex and Arden are up and about; I don't want to be rude." She hops off of me and leaves me lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. This woman is going to be the death of me.

We eventually get dressed, well, not without copping a few feels. I'm not a saint you know, my girlfriend is smokin'.

"Alex, for the last time. Dressing up like Rogue and Shadowcat/Wolverine for Halloween is not going to happen." I hear an exasperated Arden exclaim.

"But, come on. They're like epic and it'd be awesome." She's been reduced to a teenage boy again.

"No, Alex."

"Fine, whatever." Alex grumbles.

"You know, I wonder why we don't hear these things in the tv show, since you are the writer and all." I say as I plop myself on the couch.

"Simple, it's a tv show Ash. This is real life." She says like it's nothing and musses my hair up, passing by the couch to hug my girlfriend. "Mmm, Spency, so glad your back to save me from this horrible horrible friend I have who was a grumpy whiney mess when you were gone." Spencer's chuckling and Arden just looks at me sympathetically. See, my sister's got my back. "Oh and," Alex lifts up the hem of Spencer's shirt and sees the tattoo. "Spencer Carlin! You badass!" Spencer squirms out of her grasp. "Never would've thought you'd get one. I mean Ash and Arden already have them, heck I'd get one before you. If anyone was going to get tattooed in Prague, I would've thought it'd be Ky. She's the lightweight."

"Look who's talking." Arden quips, bumping her hip into Alex.

"Different. Ky drinks frequently without hangover. I drink only sometimes and have a massive headache in the morning. Totally different drinkers here, Ard. Pay attention." Alex pats her on the head and Arden growls, shoving Alex over. Alex being the clumsy one falls over the back of the couch and ontop of me.

"Arden!" I growl out. "Could you not use your girlfriend as a projectile to hurt me? Much appreciated."

Coop rolls off of me onto the floor and scrambles to her feet, brushing carpet fibers off herself. "Can we do that again?" She asks excitedly. I cover my face with my hands. Oh brother. "What? Seriously, that was awesome!"

I hear buzzing sound of a text and see Coop reach into her pocket and pull out her phone before laughing. "Luce is outside. We may have a little damage control to do." The next sound is the banging on my front door. I trot over to the front door and open it, to be pushed aside by a raving ranting Luce, mumbling to herself.

"Luce, deep breathes, bud." Coop attempts at calming her down.

"Ky is going bridezilla insane. I mean she just got back yesterday and we wake up from an amazing night and she's just there, reading through bridal magazines and asking me all these questions that I have no fucking clue how to answer. I don't deal with girly shit." She plunks down on the couch across from me and everyone takes their seats bracing for impact on Flight Lucy, the captains are currently shouting mayday. "Seriously, it's like what the fuck do I know about which floral pattern goes with what wine glass. Look at this face." She gives us her don't fuck with me face that's slightly more serious, more of a deadpan. "That's about all the fucks I give about shitty wedding shit." She growls out in frustration. "I mean I love the woman, she just drives me insane sometimes. She talks like speedy gonzales and might as well be speaking Spanish." Coop just stares at her with a bored look on her face. "Heck, I would understand Spanish more than her, considering I am half Hispanic."

"Done yet?" The goofy brunette deadpans.

"Coop, this is fucking serious, so help me god I will Sam Worthington your face ala Sending Off party." Luce is actually scaring me right now. Which hasn't happened since I told her to stay away from Ky when she asked her out on their first date. Let's just say that I didn't exchange eye contact for a week for fear of being blown up by her glare. Plus, that girls gone through more anger management than I can count.

"You are aware that if you hurt Coop you will have a very angry and hysterical bridezilla even more so then before on your hands, correct?" I state, it's true. Ky has a bit of a soft spot for the goofball.

"You know she's right." Arden quips.

"Oh, and I don't know if you've heard, but I think I'll tell you anyways Luce. It might help you focus on something other than my insane sister." I smirk over at Arden and Coop who automatically register what I'm going to say.

"Arden and Coop fucked quite a while ago and have been hiding it from all of us."

"Did you seriously just find out?"

"That's righ-Wait, you knew?"

"Yeah, I'm friends with Brooke aka Coop's best friend. So duh, yes I would know. Pretty sure everyone kind of knew except for you. We just played along with the teasing to get them to fess up."

Arden turns to Coop with a raised eyebrow, "You told Brooke?"

"It slipped?" Coop offers nervously.

"It slipped? So maybe I should let slip that one night you go so plastered after we went to an after party that you serenaded me drunkenly and off key, with a rendition of "I will always love you" by Whitney Houston." We burst out laughing and Alex's face turns beat red.

"So, I have a thing for cliché 80s and 90s music. Sue me." She shrugs and attempts to play it off.

"Well, this has officially made me feel better. Thanks Cooper. I knew I could count on you." Luce pats her on the back.

"Speaking of which, how did you know I was here?"

"You practically live here Al." Spencer states. "You spend your nights and mornings here and then go home to feed your cat and spend quality time with him. Somehow balancing that and work." My girlfriend speaks the truth. Spencer snuggles into my side, content with her answer.

"Like you should talk Spence," Arden quips, defending her girlfriend. "Do you ever go home?" Spencer's face heats up a bit. "The first place you went when you got back from Prague was here. You just dropped your things off at your apartment and boom, at the house."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dudes, can we like chill for a second here. You're severely harshing my mellow." Coop says in her stoner voice.

"What the fuck, Al?" Luce says with a raised eyebrow. "Sometimes I think you really are on something."

"I don't quite know how to take that comment, Lucinda." Wow, Al has some balls, I mean, no one calls Lucy, Lucinda, ever.

"Okay! Seriously! Stop, now." Everyone quiets when my sister comes barging in the door. "Tell me which one of these bouquets you like better." She holds up two different pictures that just look like different flowers to me. Seriously, but me and Luce in the room and the wedding would be black and red with skulls on it.

"I believe the real question is, what makes you happiest on the grandest day of your young life getting married to the love of your life?" Coop sits back hands clasped, scrutinizing her like she's some psychiatrist. What in the hell just happened? Did I enter a twilight zone?

Kyla thinks about it, "This one." She holds the left picture up.

"Then that is what you should chose, Ky." Coop sighs and runs her fingers through her hair before stealing Arden's glasses that are perched on her nose and putting them on. "Seriously, Ard, how blind are you? I can see why you wear contacts all the time." Arden scrambles to grab her glasses and manages to get them back.

"Thank you, Alex. That's a better answer than what I've gotten from Luce all day."

"Seriously, babe, I don't do girly things. I could care less about patterns and silverware and plates. I can do the wedding music and the rings but that's about it."

"Could you at least try, Luce? I mean even Alex, who probably would make her wedding into an X-men/Glee themed extravaganza, actually decided on something."

"Whoa, okay. First of all, I take offense to that." Coop stands up walking over to Ky. "Second of all, I would never do something as cheesy as that. Third of all, I happen to be extremely good at getting around things as girly as that by mind fucking the person. Consider yourself mind fucked." Kyla just stares at Alex as she rants, hand gestures and all. "And Fourth of all, inside his devilishly good exterior, beats the heat of a hopeless romantic that would do anything for my own wedding that my fiancé would ask, no matter how much I hate decisions or patterns or flowers or china. So don't ever fucking assume things about me, Kyla." I look over at Arden who looks deep in thought, before glancing at Spencer who's looking at Coop with a bit of admiration. Heck, I'm even impressed. I place a kiss on Spencer's temple causing her to look at me and grin.

"Coop, come on. It was a joke. You of all people should know that." Lucy tries to diffuse the tension that Alex's rant has caused.

"And you of all people should know that jokes assuming things about you that are completely false and hurtful are one of the worst things that occur." Alex turns to Luce. "For instance, she'll never open a club or a bar and if she does they'll have whores and stripper poles in them because she grew up in a working class family and made friends with the rich celebrity kids that went to school down the street. How does that feel, Luce? Heard something like it?"

"How did-"

"I dated Carmen for a year, Luce. I know more things about you than you think. Your sister talked about you a lot and how your parents thought you were wasting your life away by not going to college and just starting up a bar with money that you obviously didn't make because you had rich friends willing to invest."

"Alex, calm down. Don't take this too far. " Arden warns her softly.

"What? Like say that she'll never amount to anything near to where her sister is? That she needed help to even get the tiniest close-" And then it's lights out for Alex Cooper. Alex gets a rather hard hit to the gut and everyone rushes over. I pull Lucy aside and back her against the wall.

"Anger management breathes, Luce. Do them. Count." Lucy counts from 10 to 1 slowly breathing deeply and calming herself down.

"I'm sorry, Ash." She whispers. "I didn't mean to she just-"

"Brought back the past? Yeah, I know, Luce. It'll be okay."

"Seriously Al, what the fuck are you, bipolar? Multiple personality disorder? How could you do this again?" Arden's reprimanding Alex right now for getting herself hurt again when it could've been stopped.

"Arden, calm down." I see Spencer kneel next to Al. "Can you stand up? You got the wind knocked out of you." Alex stands up, but not without a struggle, her face contorting itself in pain. Spencer lifts up Coop's shirt and I can see a bruise already forming. "Well, luckily she missed your ribs, so you'll just be incredibly bruised."

"Lucinda Reed," Kyla looks pissed and Luce's eyes widen. Shit, this is not going to be pretty. "We're going home, now." She growls out and Lucy hangs her head. "Al, we know your funny but next time, don't mess with a person who's had to take several anger management classes. You of course knew from Carm, so think a little before you mouth off." Wow, Ky would be a great mom, definitely the disciplinarian more than Luce. They walk out and the original four are left.

Coop decides to break the tension, "So, lunch anyone?"