Author Notes: I own nothing but the creations of my own mind, nor will i ever
wish to own anything more.

Two Years Ago:

Many claimed to know Ashley Davies, just as many claimed to be her best friend, her lover, her one "and only ". Little did those many know, how insignificant their roles in her life became the moment that a blonde, b that /B blonde, sitting front row at a talent show, had smiled at Miss Davies after Ashley's performance two years ago. Little did those many know, how Ashley had run out after the show only to see that very blonde with the bluest of blue eyes, filled with understanding and comfort, walk away without turning back to send Ashley one last glance. Little did those many know how that young girl's heart broke in ways she didn't even believe to be possible, as the mysterious girl slipped into the passenger seat of an awaiting car. Little did Ashley know, how that same girl turned back searching for the girl with the warmest of brown eyes, filled with hope and potential. Little did Ashley know, that the girl left that night, disappointed, although she hadn't the faintest clue why, and with a heart just as broken as Ashley's was.

Present Day:

Unbelievable! Who expects Ashley Davies, THE Ashley Davies, to attend a meeting before noon?!? Wait until I see the reason for this "emergency meeting." Ashley fumed as she makes her way up to her studio. Stairs closed? Oh-ho-no…I am NOT taking that death trap up there. Guess meeting's canceled. Ashley smirked before turning to walk back out the doors, when her hip started shaking. Ashley held out the phone and frowned after reading the caller ID, before donning a mischievous grin.

"Hola, Welcome to Tacos 'r' Us, this is Maria, how can I taco you today?" Ashley stated in a thick Spanish accent.

"Ashley, I-" a voice began.

"Sorry senor, yo Maria, no Ashley here, sorry! Come again," Ashley quipped, snickering to herself, before she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. Uh-oh. Busted! Okay, Davies, stay calm and act like you were talking to someone else. Yeah that works.

"Yes, I'd like two tacos, with red sauce and no sour cream," Ashley spoke into the phone, continuing in the same thick accent. You idiot! Tacos? Why don't you just write, "I did it" on your forehead, you dope.

"Tell Maria I said hi," The man spoke, clearly amused with the future rock star's antics.

Ashley turned slowly and smiled sheepishly. "He-ey, Mark. I was just, uhh, I wanted to bring you all tacos?" A weak attempt at an excuse, but blame the time, everyone knows a rock star's mind doesn't begin to work this early in the morning.

"So, are you ready for the meeting?" Mark asked, "and that was rhetorical, Ashley, so to quote Shakespeare, shutith thy mouth, o' youngling."

"But the stairs are closed and the elevator is-"

"-a big, bad, monstrous, death trap created by Hitler's eviler twin. I know. Now move your multi-millionaire-to-be-tush into that death trap so we can get to the meeting somewhat reasonably late."

Ashley groaned loudly but complied with her agent's request and began walking toward the large metal doors, eyeing the buttons, before jabbing a finger out to push one.

"So, Marky, what's this meeting all about?" Ashley questioned, trying to keep her mind off the fact that she was in a large metal box being held up by string. You're not helping yourself, idiot! Look at Mark, think about tacos, think about anything else except that you are rising to your doom! Oh, well, that doesn't exactly make it better does it? Sorry I'll shut up. The elevator doors opened and Ashley bolted out the doors, before turning and waiting for Mark to casually stride out the doors. Jerk. Look at me, My name's Mark, and I'm not afraid of elevators. HEY! Mark's answering your question, pay attention dumbass.

"-and since the she's the producer's niece and requested that she work with someone close to her age, well, Ashley Davies, come on down!"

Ashley had only caught the end of the answer, but she had heard enough to not be very happy. "Mark, tell me that I have not just been stuck with babysitting duty for some little brat." They stopped in front of the door and Ashley kept a hand on the handle, while waiting for the answer to her question.

"Well, she's not exactly-"

"Wrong answer, Mark, I can't believe this! Why me? I mean I'm here to sing not babysi-" Ashley threw open the door before freezing as a pair of the bluest of blue eyes, filled with disbelief and gratefulness, met the warmest of brown eyes, filled with questions and second-chances.

Author's Note: So um...should I keep going?