Ashley ignored her father and said her thanks to the large Indian body guard, who was leaning casually against the door frame. “Not a problem. I’m just glad your okay.” He replied back.

“What did you do exactly?” She asked curiously.

“I rushed over when I saw Princess trying to hold you up-“

Ashley looked over at Spencer with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t want you to fall and make a scene.” Spencer replied and motioned for Roscoe to continue.

Ashley nodded lightly and returned her attention to Roscoe. “When I reached you and Princess I picked you up and carried you out to the Limo.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“And no one questioned that?” She asked, wondering how someone would not question seeing a famous rock star being carried out of the airport by her huge Indian body guard.

“It looked like he was carrying a sleeping kid since Roscoe’s like 7 feet tall and you’re just so small.”  Spencer answered while taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“Well thanks um guys but I feel better now and just want-“

“Another line.” Pops stated sarcastically as he kicked over a near by waste basket. “Shit, you missed a radio show and CD signing at the mall. Don’t you know how many people look up to you? How many kids have your face on their walls, computer desktops, and clothing? And you repay them how? By being too damn high to even stay conscious — much less do a radio show and mall signing.” He sighed heavily and watched Ashley’s face show no type of emotion as usual. Stupid kid could care less. “Maybe I should have let you go that night.”  He spat out before walking out of the room. Everyone quickly followed Pops out, leaving Ashley and Spencer behind in the room.

Spencer crawled up the bed and wasted no time throwing herself into Ashley’s arms. Burying her head into the crook of her neck, she started crying softly as the events of that morning replayed in her mind. “I thought you were dead.” She whispered painfully. 

“Why are you crying over me?” Ashley asked quietly, softly caressing her long blonde hair. Spencer picked her head up and removed Ashley’s glasses. Staring deeply into the confused brown eyes in front of her, she also saw something else in them, shame. Spencer brought her hand up and started lightly running her fingertips down her jaw and neck. Why am I so drawn to you? One minute you’re so mean and stupid and the next you’re so sweet and caring. Is it the drugs? Or are you naturally complicated? “You should hate me. I….I.. almost fucked you in front of a stranger in that bathroom.” She paused.”Just so I wouldn’t get caught with the cocaine.” Ashley looked away and closed her eyes. Wishing she still wore her sunglasses. “I used your body. I almost publicly raped you with an audience.” She finished, disgusted with herself.