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Chapter 33b: Forever and a Day

Now that Spencer was secure in the fact that she’d reach Ashley as quickly as humanly possible, she was free to continue listening to the radio broadcast.

“So, Ash, you’ve really got it bad?”

“I do.”

“Hearts throughout the city—the world, will be broken once you’re off the market, but I wish you the best.”

“Thank you.”

“I understand you have one more song then you’re outta here?”

“Yup. I have…something I need to do.”

“Okay. Let’s not waste anymore time. A Z100 exclusive, the SECOND original, never heard before, exclusive, song by Ashley Davies!”

At the studio…
The studio audience broke out in applause as the song began.

When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see you’d been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying

I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

Back in the taxi…

Spencer felt a well of emotions for the second time in a ten minute period. Ashley was pouring out her heart the only way she knew how. Spencer was ashamed to realize that she’d forgotten that about the brunette.

The driver hit a sharp turn, Spencer practically falling across the back seat. He wasn’t taking her cash offer lightly. Soon the studio building was coming into view.

“This is it,” the cabbie revealed as they came to a squealing halt.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, just talk to the security at the desk, they can help you.”

“Thank you so much.”

Paying, she quickly made her way inside. She was stopped before she could get very far.

“Do you have an appointment in the building?” The security guard asked.

“No, not really.”

“Do you work here? Have a pass?”


He didn’t look at all apologetic as he said, “I’m sorry, ma’am, I can’t let you in.”

“No, you don’t understand, I need to get in to see Ashley,” The security officers shared a laugh.

“You and half the women in the city, lady. Take a number.”

“I know her.”

“Sure you do.” He waved her aside. “You’re going to have to step away from the desk.”

“I can’t.”

The officer stood to his feet, towering over her by nearly a foot. “Please don’t make me remove you.”

“Wait, wait. You have listen to me!”

The guard had an iron grip on her forearm, escorting her to the door.

“I’m S! My name is Spencer Carlin.”

The entire lobby froze.

“Bull shit, lady.”

“Here.” She frantically searched for her license. “You can Google photos of us together, I was…am her makeup artist.”

The security guard waited for his partner to confirm.

“She’s not lying.” The female guard smiled saying, “Girl, you better get your ass upstairs!”

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief.

“14th floor, suite 300.”

“Thank you!”

Spencer took off toward the elevator. The blonde watched intently as each number flashed across the digital screen.


The small crowd in the studio applauded once more as the song came to an end.

“Ashley Davies, ladies and gentlemen!”

Ashley placed her guitar in the case oblivious to what was going on around her, her mind only on Spencer and what her next move should be.

“Thank you again for joining us for this special broadcast.”

“My pleasure.”

“Come back sometime. Profess some more love. We have crazy rating spikes when you do,” the announcer laughed.

“Let’s hope I don’t have to do this again.”

The broadcaster put on a commercial and then came around the console to say goodbye to Ashley.

“I really hope it works out for you, Ash.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Do you think you could sign a few autographs for me before you go?”

Looking over at the anxious group of teenagers Ashley couldn’t help but reluctantly agree.

“Get off of me!”

Ashley looked up at the host with questioning eyes.

“Probably another crazy fan trying to sneak in. I’ll take care of it.”

He went out into the hall as Ashley continued her autographs and pictures.

“I’m supposed to be here. The other security guards let me in!”

Ashley recognized that voice. Circling the reception area her suspicions were confirmed.

“Whoa, wait! Spencer?”

Another, equally as large security guard had Spencer by the arm and was escorting her toward the elevators when Ashley emerged.

“Spencer?” A star struck receptionist gushed. “As in S?”

“I was trying to tell him that,” Spencer huffed.

“Let her go,” Ashley commanded.

“You told me to show her out,” the officer defended still holding onto Spencer’s arm.

“How did she even get up here?”

The entire group began to argue, one placing blame on the other.

Ashley couldn’t believe what was happening. She was surprised to see Spencer, her carry on bag still hanging from her shoulder.

“You were really going to leave.” Ashley’s disbelief was evident..

“Yes,” Spencer said sheepishly. “Could you tell him to let me go?”

“I’m not sure I should.”

“Ashley, are you serious?”

“You’re going to leave me, Spencer!”

“We need to talk, but I don’t think we can do that with big foot here latched to me.”

The onlookers slowly began to quiet much more interested in the celebrity exchange.

“You hurt me, Ash.” Spencer’s tone was defeated. If they had to have it out in front of all these strangers, then so be it.

“I said, let her go. She’s with me,” Ashley finally relented.

“Thank you.” Spencer rubbed her sore arm. “Can we talk someplace private?”

“What’s there to talk about? You’re still going to leave, why bother? All you’re going to tell me is…”

“That I’m not leaving,” the blonde interrupted. “If you’re going to make me do this here then fine,” she sighed. “I was so pissed at you for what you did. I was angry about Angel, and the lies, and the time you spent with her. I was mad that you shut me out for so long. There was a long list of things.”

Ashley bowed her head in shame. She didn’t need Spencer to beat up on her about her mistakes, she’d already do that enough.

“But then I thought about when you took me to Disney Land, and our late night talks, and the way we danced in Chicago. I remembered how patient you were with me during the whole Madison thing. Then I listened to the words of those songs and I realized…” Spencer closed the space between them saying, “…the list of positive, and romantic, and just lovely things that you’ve done for me far out weigh the bad. So I have to apologize to you.”

“Apologize?” Ashley’s asked incredulously. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes, I did. I forgot. I’m sorry for forgetting.”

“I’m sorry for leaving,” Ashley interjected. “It all just snowballed. Angel has lied to me for so long that one led to another and I didn’t know what to believe anymore.”

Spencer placed a loving hand on Ashley’s cheek. She was well aware that onlookers were watching and more than likely taking pictures. Ashley had already poured out her heart for the entire world, Spencer owed her a few Tweets and Instagram pots.

“None of that matters now. What does matter is I can’t live without you. And it scares me to think I almost made the biggest mistake of my life by leaving.”

“You’re going to stay with me?” Ashley asked warily. Years of heartache had taught her to not get her hopes up.



“Do you want me forever?” Spencer smiled.

“And a day.”

“Then that’s how long you’ll have me.”

So transfixed by the moment, they were both left gazing dreamily at each other. After everything it couldn’t possibly be this easy.

“Kiss her,” someone in the crowd whispered.

Their lips brushed tentatively. Ashley sighed contentedly. She would finally be able to have Spencer in the way she’d longed for since the day they’d met, publicly, privately, and every way in between.

Spencer deepened the kiss, the flames that Ashley ignited long ago reigniting full force.

They kissed and kissed only remembering where they were when the crowd began to applaud.



“I left the rest of my bags in the taxi. I think he took all my stuff.”

“That’s not a problem,” Ashley laughed. “You can get new stuff in preparation for forever.”

“Don’t forget the day,” Spencer added.

They cut through the crowd hand in hand.

“You’re so sappy.”

Spencer couldn’t contain her happiness or her laughter as she accused, “You’re the one who added the extra day, and I’m sappy?”

“Okay, we’re both pretty sappy, I guess,” Ashley conceded.

“True, but you’re still sappier than I am.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

They bickered for as long as it took them to be alone, then all talking ceased.

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