In truth, Spencer was mystified as her parents were about why Ashley wanted her to come live with her. The blonde thought maybe Ashley was attracted by the fact that she had a normal, stable, childhood, and that she was very responsible, unlike the abnormal, craziness, of the rocker’s fast paced life.

Spencer knew she was way more mature at seventeen than she was at fifteen, when Ashley had first met her, not only because she’d gone through the normal growing period, but also because the blonde had experienced the pain of living without Ashley for those two years.

Most of all, Ashley knew she could depend on Spencer. The teen wasn’t interested in a career, in music or Hollywood, or in anything else that would draw her attention away from the rocker. Spencer also had all of the physical attributes that Ashley liked, the essentials for the brunette’s ideal woman.

But, the blonde still felt there was something wrong. Why wouldn’t Ashley open up to her?

***

Ashley sent Spencer five first class plane tickets for the family to come vacation in California. The rocker wanted to clear up whatever doubts Captain C had about her and Spencer’s relationship. What better way to do that than face to face?

Arthur took a leave of absence from his duties in Germany, Paula took time off of work, Glen thought it would be fun, and Sammy … well Sammy really had no say in the whole thing, and they flew off to Los Angeles, where Ashley was filming her new movie. They stayed at the Hotel Bel Air, and Ashley was the perfect host, a nervous host, but a perfect host.

“And if you look over here, you could see a perfect view of the ocean,” Ashley rambled as she showed the Carlins around the hotel suite. “I thought you guys might like this suite because of the view in the living room, it’s really nice.”

“Thank you, that’s very considerate of you,” Paula said with a smile.

“It’s all very nice Ashley,” Arthur agreed. “But it’s not necessary for you to pay for the hotel suite; you’ve already paid for the plane tickets, why don’t I pay for the room?”

“No Sir its okay, I’ve got it covered, trust me.”