"Then just Decide!"

"Gun!"

I shot up in my bed. Sweat pouring off of me. I looked around to see where i was, and i realized that i was in my room, and i was just dreaming. I let out a heavy sigh while running my fingers through my hair. I got up to get a drink from the bathroom. "What is wrong with me?"

Ive been having these dreams alot lately. And its always the same. The same place, the same faces, and the same day. Its been about 10 months since ive seen her face. But I cant seem to get her image out of my head. Those blue ocean eyes, and that silky blonde hair.

Before laying back down i glance at my clock to see that its only 2am. I dont work, why bother, its not like i need the money, right? I spend most days alone. When im not at home, im at the local club picking up some random girl for a one nighter. and it seems that i always compare these "girls" to her. but theres only one problem. I cant. I cant compare these girls to Spencer. No one can, and No one ever will. Not even Him. The one i used to love.  He was my best friend, and she was my girl, well before that night anyway. I loved her more than anything, more than myself. But he had to go and mess things up. And god knows i dont do well under pressure. If i would have a few more seconds, god knows i would have picked spencer, but we didnt. We only had a couple of seconds before the bullets made their rounds. I left the day after. I didnt say goodbye to anyone, i just packed my bags and flew to europe. This was the biggest mistake that i could have ever made.

Before dozing back off, i see her face. but only in my head.

That Morning.

"Run baby Run, dont ever look back, they’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance, dont tell your heart." my cell phone plays, as its ringing.

"I hate mornings" i said to myself.

"Hello" i said anwering the phone.

"hey ashley its ethan"

"Yeah, what do you want its like 8 in the morning, and you know that im not a morning person, so make it quick"

"well, this should make you jump up right out of bed" ethan said.

" i highly doubt that ethan. go on"

"well lets just say that you will soon be the next platinum artist in the country"

"wha…what are saying, they liked my demo?" (ethan is ashleys manager by the way)

"no, they loved it, and they are giving you a contract, ashley, you did it"

a huge smile spread across ashley’s face, "seriously, oh my god!"

"Well when do we meet with the producers and stuff"

"well we actually are supposed to meet them tomorrow, so we have to fly you out as soon as possible"

"isnt that a little early, i mean i have to get things together and stuff."

"dont worry about all of that, i’ll take care of everything, you just take pack your bags, we’ll probably be staying for a while."

"oh, okay, well where exactly are we going to meet them?"

"Well, they have a studio here, but we are going to the one in L.A.."

"L.A.?" ashley asked voice trembling.

"yeah, is that a problem ashley?"

"uh, um…….no theres no problem" ashley said lying.

"ok well ill see you in the morning, and make sure you get everything you need, for tommorrow." ethan told her

"ok" was all ashley could say before hanging up the phone.

I always knew this day would come. i knew that i would eventually have to go back to L.A. for one reason or another. But was i ready to go back there. Am I ready to face the ones i ran from. The one that i loved. i guess we’ll see, huh??