I cannot believe this. “Okay so we’re back to this? Back to me being ‘one of them’. You know what Ashley; I don’t think you even want friends. Just because you’ve met people who want your stardom you think everyone is like that. So when you meet someone like me, who’s actually trying to be your friend, you think I’m out to get you. I’ve got better things to do with my time then try to bash your reputation, from the looks of things you already have. You need to grow up.” By the time I’m done with my rant, Ashley is in her room and I’m still standing at the table.

She comes out with my bag in her hand and drops it on the floor next to her door. “You can leave now.” She demands.

“Oh my God Ash, are you fucking kidding me?! You’re just going to kick me out? Just like that? Because I called you out for what you are.” I say exasperated, walking towards my bag. Ashley stands in her doorway looking at me, waiting for me to leave. I look over at her and feel my face growing even hotter. “Really? This is how it’s going to be?”

“Well if that’s how you think I am, then yes.”

“I don’t think that’s what you’re like, that’s just how you come across, and that’s how you want to come across to people. I’ve seen the other side of you, the compassionate and trusting side, and just when I think I’ve earned your trust and you’re going to be the real you, you turn your back on me. I just don’t get it. I would think by now you would know I don’t care what the gossip magazines say about you or have said about you.” Her face begins to turn soft. “They only see one side of the ‘Ashley Davies’. I’ve seen both sides of you and I know you better than that. I just wish you would see that I’m someone worth trusting.” I turn from her and picking my bag up. “But if this is how you want it-” I’m cut off to feel Ashley taking my bag from my hands. I turn to meet her face which shows great compassion.