Ashley’s POV

Everytime I think of Spencer, my heart just aches. I may not seem to care for her anymore but clearly I still do, very much. When I think of Spencer, bad memories just flood my mind. However, there were still chunks of happy memories but they never last long…

3 years ago…

After Spencer got popular, she was invited to most parties organised by both Hollywood and college. She was definitely the centre of attention. Spencer was never the party girl type but for business purposes and her status in college, she has no choice. She usually finds Hollywood parties boring because she has to behave herself, but lately, she’s almost crazy over college parties. I was also invited to parties because they know Spencer and I are close. Partying was supposed to be a fun thing, but to me, its not fun at all. I have to keep my eyes on her so that noone takes advantage of her. She usually lets her guards down when she’s wild and partying was one of those moments. Sometimes my protectiveness irritates her but this is something I won’t back down. But this only applies to college parties. In Hollywood parties, I know that she’s in good hands. I’ve always refused to go to hollywood parties, I was afraid that I might be recognized but I always have someone trustable to keep an eye on her for me.

So again, Spencer and I were both invited to Yahya’s party. Her party was often known as the ‘party of the year’ because they are always so damn good. Obviously, Spencer would not miss the chance of having fun. I wasn’t exactly in the best of mood to party but since Spencer’s going, I got to keep an eye on her. So I told her I was going to pick her up at 7pm and we’ll leave for the party together. It sounded so much like a date thing, how I wish it was.

I was all ready when it was 6.45pm. Theme of the party was ‘cross-dressing’. Many people refused to go with the theme, I tried refusing but Spencer insisted that I dress as a hot dude and be her toy for the night. Fortunatly, I couldn’t resist the temptation. At least I get to be Spencer’s ‘boy’toy for a night.  I couldn’t wish for more. My hair was down and I made sure that they were all in their right places. I slipped in my dark purple contrast shirt with French cuffs, leaving the top three buttons open and spreaded it in a sexy way. It only stated ‘cross-dressing’ so I assumed that it didn’t have to be formal, I wore a pair of low waist dark coloured tight jeans to show off my curves along with a pair of white heels. I still felt something was missing and I caught a glimpse of my white vest and that just perfected my costume. I wanted to look masculine but not lose my femininity and I got it. With the last touches of make up, I left my place.