Whoa, it's been like.. FOREVER since I updated. I thought about letting the story go, but I've been itching to write and I can't come up with another storyline other than this. Hopefully some of it's fans come back and read/review. Without further ado..

Dear Diary,

Why does life have to be so confusing? Why do people send mixed signals? Why not be upfront about everything, and deal with the consequences?

Maybe I should take my own advice. I have to end things with Kayla. It's going nowhere for the both of us and it's wrong for me to drag her along.

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I yell for Kyla, because really, who better to seek advice from?

"What, Ashley?" Kyla yells from her room down the hall.

"Come here, I need your help picking out an outfit," I tell her, as I start looking through my closet. So many choices, damn.

Kyla comes running into my room, apparently excited, and asks for the occasion.

"Kyla, I need something that says, 'I like you and all, but I'm totally hot for your best friend, so this has got to end'".

"ASHLEY, YOU'RE BREAKING UP WITH KAYLA?"

Well, geez.

"Yes, Kyla." I say to her, while throwing my clothes every which way.

"Wait, this is because of that Spencer girl, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is.. I don't know what it is about her, but I have to get to know her. Even if I can't be with her, I want to be as close to her as I possibly can," I tell her with a sigh.

I've never craved someone like Spencer before, in so many ways. Sure, I've had my share of cravings with girls, but none went further than wanting to get in their pants.

"Ashley, I can't believe this. She must be really special for you to want to know more about her than her name. Hell, sometimes you don't even need a name," she tells me with a teasing punch on the arm.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on, Kyla and help me."

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Kyla and I decided that a neutral look would be best. I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous as hell. I really hope Kayla understands and doesn't hate me.

I shoot her a text asking her if I can come over to talk, and she replies quickly after that.

I learned that it's best to break up with someone at their place, rather than yours or somewhere public. That way, you can dash whenever necessary.

I pull into her driveway, get out and walk to the door. All the while, thinking of ways to put this nicely.

After a knock and a few seconds of waiting, Kayla's mother opens the door and greets me with a smile.

"Hi Ashley, come on in. Kayla is in her room," she tells me while pulling me into a warm hug.

Kayla's mom, Melissa, has always been pretty cool, laid back and friendly. It's going to suck knowing that I had to break up with her daughter.

I thank her and head to Kayla's room.

I take a few deep breaths, standing outside the door, mentally preparing myself for the havoc that may come from this.

Finally, after realizing that nothing I do now can make me feel any better, I open the door.

I'm met with two pairs of eyes, looking my way questioningly.

"Hi, Kayla... and Spencer," I say sheepishly.

Well, I definitely did not consider this scenario.