As much fun as I had drinking, if I would’ve known how much trouble I’d be in, I probably would’ve been a little more chill about it.

The flight to Canada sucked major balls, I mean sitting next to some sweaty ass guy who kept asking me my name pissed me off to the point where I punched him. He really shouldn’t have touched my leg. What a fucking pervert.

Anyway, then these seriously rude, flight attendants moved me and pretty much put me in time out on the flight. I really don’t know what the fuck I look like, but I’m definitely not five anymore.

Fortunately as soon as I got off the plane this sexy, I mean incredibly sexy brunette was holding up a sign that said spencer carlin. i don’t know who she is but hopefully that will change.

While I pick my mouth up off of the floor she walks up to me and I can see her green eyes shine through her bangs. They weren’t brown but I could learn to love them. Brown…Ashley… I still didn’t read her letter. I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out the letter Ashley gave me, I’m in Canada now so I guess it’s safe to read it. Do I really want to…

“Is that for me? I mean you just got here you can’t possibly have written me a love note that fast.”  Ha she’s funny, like I would write a love note. Well one second thought she is hot and I’m definitely horny, whatever it takes to get into those…

“um, do you speak, can I at least get a blink to know you are alive?” damn I haven’t even said a word yet, she must think I’m some sort of freak.

“yeah sorry about that I was just thinking, and no sorry this isn’t for you but, if I let you have it, you have to give me something in return.”

“oh yeah and what is that spencer?” I don’t know what it was but the way she said my name made my heart jump. Fuck she sounds just like Ashley.

“Hmm and what exactly would you like?”