Flashes are coming from outside the bus, and I could see the shadow of the bus driver and some other huge guys blocking off the paparazzi. I guess this is what happens when you blow off the last concert of your tour without a reason.

"Ash, just say you wanted to stop by and visit old friends. I mean your not lying," Kyla suggested.

"I guess I could, but I don’t think the fans would like that. I need something more interesting," I said using the appropriate hand gestures.

"You should say it’s because…uhmm," Kyla tapped her chin while looking at the ceiling. "Yeah, I don’t know what you should say. Sorry," Kyla said.

"Well, I guess I’ll just go out there and say I the ‘I wanted to visit my old friends’ thing. Even though I didn’t have that many friends, but no one knows that," I said clicking my tongue. I walked towards the bus doors, and took a deep breath. "Here I go," I said preparing myself to be mobbed by the paps.

Before I could even push the doors open, they opened from the outside and the bus driver came in. "Miss Davies, there’s a blonde lady out there named Spencer. She claims she’s a personal friend," the driver said in a protective voice.

My heart skipped a beat when he said she was outside the bus, and wanting to come in to see me. "Uhm yeah. Let her in. She’s a good friend of mines," I stuttered. The driver nodded his head and went back outside. I quickly moved away from the door, fixed my hair, and shooed Kyla to a different room. She tried asking why, but I think she figured out why when the blonde bombshell walked in the bus.

"Hey Ash," she said a little nervous. Her calling me Ash was like music to my ears.

"Hey Spence." I definitely saw her blush when I said that. She looks so cute. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" I asked in a fake British accent and bowing slightly with my right foot out front.

"You’re so silly," she giggled. I stood up straight and took a seat on the couch and patted the cushion next to me. She walked over, and sat next to me.