“What’s going on?”

            “I can’t do this Erica,” I gasped out, burying my head in her shoulder. She sighed but wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

            “That’s okay babe, really.” Erica whispered, looking apologetically at Marie who looked bemused. “Let’s just go, I know that you’re probably wiped out from the flight. We’ll go to the hotel and sleep, how does that sound?” She asked, pushing my hair back as I just nodded into her shirt helplessly. I felt like such a fool, I had no idea what I was doing or why I was crying but I couldn’t set myself up for heartbreak anymore.

Ashley’s POV

            I sat bolt upright in the bed, looking around wildly. I could feel Spencer. She had been here, it wasn’t just a dream. I jumped out of bed, not bothering with a robe as I ran down the stairs, coming to a stop in the living room where Marie was relaxing on the couch. She didn’t even look up at my naked form; I’m sure that she was used to it. We’d never hooked up but she’d thrown some mighty wild parties back in the day.

            “Where is she?” I demanded, looking around as if I’d find her hiding behind the couch.

            “Who?”

            “Don’t fucking play with me, she was here wasn’t she?” I asked desperately, growing frustrated quickly.

            “You missed her by about an hour,”

            “So she’s here then? In Napoli?”

            “Yes, as far as I know, but they might’ve gone back to LA, they didn’t inform me of their plans.”

            “Why did she leave?”

            “I don’t know Ashley, she was crying then she and her friend left.”

            “Okay, I’ll be back later,” I said, running towards the front door; intent on finding her.

            “Ashley!”

            “What?!” I yelled, frustrated.

            “Put some damn clothes on,” I looked down with a blush before turning and running back up the stairs.

            I spent the next two days searching the city for Spencer. I looked everywhere that I could possibly think of. Sometimes I would see a flash of blonde and I would chase it just to realize that it wasn’t her or it would disappear. I was going insane. When I would get frustrated I would write and soon enough I had a couple of pages of song lyrics. Finally though I gave up; either she was avoiding me or she was gone. I finally just went back to Marie’s. I asked her not to interrupt me and I climbed the stairs to use the small music studio that she had set up. I worked for hours on end, laying down music and then lyrics until I had the songs perfected. I had a plan and I was determined that I would get Spencer back; if I had to beg everyday for the rest of my life I would do it. I knew that she was better than me; there was no way that I deserved her but I wanted her so much that it actually hurt when she wasn’t near me.