“Is something wrong, babe?” He asked, looking over at me as we stopped at a red light. I put on a fake smile and shook my head ‘no’. “Okay,” He said softly, kissing the top of my hand. He never pushed anything either, he would just accept whatever I told him. I tried so hard to love him, we were so perfect together. But he wasn’t who I was in love with. No, I had to be in love with the one person that didn’t care anything about me.

                My name is Spencer Carlin and I’m madly in love with Ashley Davies.

                Yeah, the rock star Ashley Davies. She’s never in Los Angeles anymore; she’s too busy traveling the world playing for the masses. She’s gone platinum so many times it’s hard to keep up with. I’ve seen her face on the cover just about every major magazine in the world. She even came out with an autobiography. That was the hardest for me to read, because I had to read all about myself from her perspective. We were best friends, then lovers. But when it was time for me to go to college in New York she couldn’t handle it, so we broke up. She came and visited me all the time; she claimed that she couldn’t lose me completely. So we remained best friends until the night that I told her that I was still in love with her. She told me that she didn’t feel that way about me anymore and we hadn’t talked since. That was nearly five years ago, the night before I graduated from NYU and subsequently moved back to Los Angeles.

                When I moved back to Los Angeles I got a job as a photo journalist and sometimes I made documentaries. Hugh was a lawyer and a damn good one at that. He won all his cases, and was highly respected in the LA area. We met when I was doing a documentary about one of his cases and he claims that it was love at first sight. Maybe it was for him but honestly the first time I met him I didn’t even think twice about him after our interview. He looked me up and asked me out and I rejected him about five times but finally I gave up and went out with him, hoping he’d leave me alone. I hadn’t even looked at anyone else seriously since Ashley and certainly not any guys. I ended up having a great time playing putt putt and bowling with him and surprised myself by agreeing to a second date. We had been inseparable ever since but I refused to sleep with him. I told him that I wanted to wait for marriage and he accepted it easily. What a joke.

                The truth was that I was afraid that I might call out Ashley’s name, or that’d I’d break down in tears.  I knew that if we got married like he was talking about that I’d have to sleep with him but I would face that when we came to it. The sad part was that if Ashley ever came to me wanting to make up I’d probably drop everything to be with her. It made me sick but I couldn’t get over her. I knew that she had moved on. I see the tabloids; there are numerous pictures of her with different girls, sometimes more than one. But I miss her, hell I’d even take just being friends; anything to just be near her again.

                The night went extremely well. Hugh’s parents were really nice people and they liked me so it was never a chore spending a night with them. Once we said goodbye Hugh took me home but came inside for a drink. This was nothing unusual, sometimes he even spent the night and we’d spend the whole night talking.

                “Oh! I have a surprise for you.” He said, as he took off his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. I smiled at him and handed him the glass half filled with wine. Hugh was very generous with his money and always bought me random little things that reminded me of him. “Dad gets tickets to a lot of things and sometimes he gets things that he doesn’t want so he gives them to me, and tonight he gave me some concert tickets to see that girl that you’re so obsessed with, Ashley Davies.” My heart stopped and I nearly dropped my wine glass as I looked at him. He took this for excited shock and I couldn’t crush his spirit. “I knew you’d be excited! I’m glad; it’d be a waste not to use them. We have backstage passes and everything.” God, could this get any worse? I’ve always purposefully avoided her concerts, just in case she saw me. Now here I was about to be forced into going and even worse Hugh would be with me.