Emily opened the door as people, actors and actress, producers and directors all piled in. Here me and Spencer were with a bunch of famous people, our mouths slightly open and our minds blank. Everyone came down and Emily introduced us as her friends, we shook hands while music was turned on. In the kitchen food began to be made and spread out, the group mostly discussed up coming events and contracts…no wonder Jordan wanted us here. Which by the way where the hell was she, it’d been all most an hour all ready.

As if on cue with what I was thinking Jordan made her way into the room, my jaw hit the floor. She had her hair neatly styled in a lazy bun above her head and light make up, a red dress stopping just above her knees and it showed just the right amount of cleavage along with one inch heels. The way she moved you could tell she was uncomfortable in the outfit but was trying to play it off, probably for Emily.

“Jerry,” she forced a smile on her face at Emily’s PR manager.

“Jordan,” He faked a smile as well than completely ignored her. I could tell she was hurt but said nothing; she mingled with everyone, making sure not to get to close to me or Spencer which I couldn’t figure out since she’d invited us. Finally she headed out to the patio, with Spencer in grossed with Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy I followed her out.

She was sitting at a patio table, looking out into the ocean. From here we had a clear view of a private section of the beach which belonged to Jordan and Emily, “You look nice…” I pretty much whispered so I didn’t freak her out, it didn’t work.

She sat up quickly and turned to me, “Ashley…um…what’s up, you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, didn’t know you knew a lot of people.” I sat down on the opposite side, both of us silently staring at the ocean. Music pounding through the glass, soft murmur of voices but not one distinct voice.

“I’m sorry,” Jordan whispered her eyes never leaving their vocal point of the ocean.