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    Love and Rock N Roll – (Chapter: Chapter Forty Six)

    “Get up,” Ryan commanded crossing his arms. He saw what he assumed was Ashley’s head shaking back and forth. “C’mon, don’t make me do it,” he said.

    “Fuck off,” came the muttered reply.

    “Fine,” Ryan sighed out. He let out a whistle and suddenly Aiden and Carrot Top came into the room. They both got on either side of Ashley and picked her up.

    “Put me the fuck down,” she shouted as they carried her to the bathroom.

    Ryan turned on the shower and nodded for them to put her in clothes and all. “Wash up,” he stated before he and the others left the bathroom ignoring the slew of cusses coming from the other side of the shower curtain.

    After thirty minutes the group finally made their way to the photo shoot. The photographer asked for Ashley and her band to pose for a couple and then he called for … Heather.

    “What,” Ashley asked the photographer Frankie.

    Frankie shrugged, “You and Heather pose for picture together,” he said with his thick French accent. “Yes we film, we film.”

    “The fuck we do,” Ashley growled as Heather walked into the room.

    Clay sighed and looked down. “It’s in the contract Ashley as a part of the publicity clause. You were scheduled to do this even before the tour started. I can’t cancel it.”

    “No,” the rocker stated crossing her arms.

    “Ashley babe,” Heather’s manager James said with a sleazy smile. “You can’t back out of this and with all the slip ups you’ve had this past year … you can’t afford to miss this.”

    “Hey, fuck you,” Ashley said moving towards James. Aiden held her back.

    “Don’t James,” Heather whispered touching her manager’s arm. She walked past the set and spoke quietly to the steaming rocker.

    “Keep those lips to yourself,” Eric ordered. Ryan nudged him disapprovingly.

    Heather shook her head, “Let’s just get this over with please?” She asked the rocker.

    “I’ll be happy when I could get you out of my life,” Ashley growled as she shoulder checked the brunette walking back onto set.

    Heather had to bite her lip to keep her tears in check. She let out a sigh and walked over to the set. Frankie smiled and held up his camera. “Okay,” he said. “Move in closer,” he commanded.

    Comments

    1. ok really, heather makes it very hard to read this story. I knew spence was gonna do something like this and I knew ash was gonna go all crazy about it. in case I haven’t mentioned, I hate heather.

    2. Wow! Great chapter. What’s up with Spencer. I mean after all Ashley is only human and it’s not like she made out with the skank. You can’t even say it was a kiss. Spencer needs to get over it and move on with her relationship. Don’t let a skank like Heather or any skank come between them. Doesn’t Spencer realize what kind of effect the breakup would have on Ashley and the tour and now Ashley may be in real trouble. Maybe Spencer should be put in the same position as Ashley. Good grief. PMASAP!

    3. Oh crap not good!!! I don’t like them not together! they need to get back together soon and Heather needs the get the hell out of everyones lives!!

    4. Poor poor Ashley. I wouldn’t have done the photo shoot either… but I wouldn’t have kissed her back or bothered to comfort her in the first place, but still. poor Ashley. Great post.

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