"Places people!" Kyla yells as she storms around backstage attempting to remain calm and not strangle someone. "Josh, what the hell are you wearing?!"

"It's part of the act." A young blonde haired boy replies.

Kyla glares at him, "I don't care what your act is, you are not going out on stage in that!"

The boy starts to protest, but Kyla cuts him off with a wave of her hand, "You are on in twenty minutes, fix it!"

With his shoulders hunched over, Josh walks off mumbling to himself. The rest of the performers, eye their own outfits and try to hide from the evil clone formally known as Kyla.

"Ten minutes people! Lacey you're up first! Cameron if I hear one more sound come out of that dang instrument, I will strangle you with my microphone cord! Jack, where is my microphone?"

Jack steps forward, handing over a bedazzled microphone to Kyla, "Breathe hun, everything is going to be great."

Kyla nods and smiles at her vice president, taking his advice, "You're right… I'm just stressed. What if she doesn't show? Everything will be ruined."

"Relax. You know she won't let you down. Lets face it hun, everyone at this school is terrified of your anger management issues… she'll come if only out of fear of dying."


Spencer stands in her office, pulling books down from their shelves, boxing them up. With essays to grade and an office to pack up by Monday, it was going to be a long night. Feeling her back start to cramp up from constantly bending over, she decides to take a break and plops into her desk chair, immediately turning on her computer. After it starts up, she checks her e-mail. She can't help but smile as she reads the e-mail from Glen, and how he's having trouble narrowing it down to one date for Jackie's wedding. The next e-mail strikes her as odd as she doesn't recognize the address, but the subject reads: Ashley. Clicking on it, a small window pops up and Spencer begins to read:

Miss C,

As you know the winter talent show is tonight, and although you should be going already to see yours truly I thought you should know the closing act is something you shouldn't miss! Curtain rises at 8p.m.! -Kyla

Frowning, Spencer checks the time seeing that it is a quarter to. After debating whether or not she should go, she stands and leaves the office with a sigh, locking it behind her. When she reaches the auditorium, she can hear clapping coming from inside. Quietly she slips in and finds a seat near the front, finding herself a couple rows behind Chelsea, Aiden, Clay, and Ashley. Kyla stands center stage, going through a skit she had planned as she announces the first act.

The full auditorium erupts in applause as she leaves the stage and the first act begins. Spencer watches the first hour or so quite amused. There were some very talented students at this school. Four bands, three dance routines, and two solos later, Spencer saw the brunette she loves whisper something to Chelsea before disappearing into one of the side exits. Glancing down at her program, Spencer sees that there are only two more acts.


As the two acts finish, Kyla looks around nervously. They had to go out with a bang, and if she didn't show then that wasn't going to happen. Looking to her left she notices her; she raises her eyebrows up to the girl questioning. Getting a nod in return, Kyla lets out a shriek and runs out onto stage nearly knocking over the last act.

"Everyone listen up! There's a slight change in the program, we have one more final performance!" The crowd that was cheering loudly, all stop their movements and take their seats again, watching Kyla curiously. "It is my great pleasure to introduce our last performer as she has never let anyone hear anything she's played before. And I swear to god if any of you talk during this performance I will beat each and every one of you individually…" Hearing people's throats clear, Kyla glances over to the teachers sitting front row and grins sheepishly, "Haha… just kidding Mrs. Keaton!" She clears her throat and pulls on her collar nervously, "Anyways, without further ado, I give you my fantabulously, gorgeous sister, Ashley!"

Immediately, the crowd breaks into murmurs. No one has ever been allowed to hear this young musician. Chelsea exchanges an excited glance with Aiden and Clay who look just as surprised. Madison can't help but smile as she sees the young brunette take the stage, waiting for the piano to be rolled out. When everyone else notices, the noise dies down, and all eyes are on Ashley, who is taking a seat on the stool in front of the Grande Piano, with a spotlight on her.

For Spencer's part, she didn't have to turn her attention to the stage, as she had never taken it off. As soon as she heard Ashley's name, her eyes were fixated, intrigued. She eyed the brunette as she adjusted the microphone and nervously cracked her fingers while the audience whispered to one another. She looked absolutely stunning with the spotlight on her.

Clearing her throat, Ashley pulls the mike closer, "Right, so this is called Dancing, I wrote this for someone who stole my heart... yeah umm, hopefully ya'll like it... despite my sister's threats."

The lights in the auditorium dim once again, and Ashley scans the audience in search of a pair of blue eyes she's grown to love. Finding her friends instantly, they give her encouraging thumbs up. She smiles, and begins to play as she searches for Spencer.

"Time is going to take my mind
and carry it far away where I can fly
The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears
'cause it's all about love and I know better
How life is a waving feather

So I put my arms around you, around you
And I know that I'll be leaving soon
My eyes are on you, they're on you
And you see that I can't stop shaking

No, I won't step back but I'll look down to hide from your eyes
'cause what I feel is so sweet and I'm scared that even my own breath
Oh could burst it if it were a bubble
And I'd better dream if I have to struggle

Bringing her eyes up from the piano, she finally finds who she's been looking for and only a few rows behind her friends. Fixing her gaze on Spencer, she continues, never looking away. Noticing this, Chelsea turns around to see Spencer looking up at Ashley with just as much intensity, completely transfixed.

So I put my arms around you, around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you, they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me

I'm dancing in the room as if I was in the woods with you
No need for anything but music
Music's the reason why I know time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists

So I just put my arms around you, around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you, they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
my arms around you, they're around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you, they're on you,
they're on you…

My eyes…"

Finished, she never breaks eye contact, breathing heavily as she just stares out at the blue eyes she never wants to stop looking at her.

The silent auditorium immediately erupts into applause. Chelsea, Clay, and Aiden are already standing and shouting. Kyla is on the stage hugging her, with tears in her eyes, "That was amazing Ash!"

The rest of the audience is standing now, clapping and yelling loudly and not because Kyla had warned them, but because the girl was amazingly talented. Madison was among these people standing and whistling loudly, never prouder.

Soon, Ashley was joined by the other acts, and they were all taking a bow.

As the stage cleared, the crowd began to leave, friends hurriedly going to congratulate those who performed. Spencer however, quickly wiped away her tears and headed back to her room, ignoring Chelsea who was trying to make eye contact with her.

When Ashley made her way off stage she joined her friends looking nervous. "So did I make your ears bleed?"

"OH MY GOD!" She is immediately pulled into a hug by a crying Chelsea, "You were amazing. That was so beautiful Ashley! You should have told me!" The rest all congratulate her and soon they fall into easy conversation about all of the acts, however Ashley's mind is elsewhere as she searches the auditorium for Spencer.

Noticing this, Chelsea sighs, "She left a few minutes ago."

"So she saw it?"

Kyla comes up behind Ashley, hugging her once again. "Yup, and she was looking a little teary eyed as well."

"I think I am going to…"

"Oh just go already!" Kyla and Chelsea interrupt her, smiling obnoxiously. Smiling back, Ashley takes off in search of Spencer. Although, it was proving to be difficult as everyone suddenly wanted to stop and talk her ear off about her performance. As flattered as she was, she had other things to do right now; like finding a certain blonde.

Fifteen to twenty minutes later, Ashley had escaped all of the people and was now standing in front of Spencer's door, knocking as she made sure no one was around.

Slowly the door swung open and there stood Spencer, clad in sweats and a tank. Her hair was up in a messy pony. Her eyes however, were puffy, giving away that she was crying. She looks nervously to the ground, then back up at Spencer, "Can umm, I come in?"

Not saying anything, Spencer just nods and steps out of the way. The girls never stop eye contact as Ashley shuts the door behind her and leans against it, not sure what to do.

For Spencer's part, she is just as unsure; standing there playing with her fingers nervously. "That song was amazing… it really was beautiful and sweet...I… I thought you were never going to sing for me… I think you're getting a little soft."

Not being able to take it any longer, Ashley pushes herself off the door, her body still on a high from her performance, "Oh Jesus Spence, for once just shut up." Immediately the young blonde is pushed up against a wall, being kissed hard and passionately. Spencer lets out a moan as Ashley's tongue meets her own and hands run down along her torso, stopping at her waist, pulling them impossibly closer together.

Lost in the moment, the blonde allows her hands to be pinned above her head as Ashley begins lifting her shirt and sucking on her neck; only detaching herself when her shirt needs to be taken off over her head. A gasp escapes her mouth as Ashley's hands begin to wander once again; never detaching her lips from Spencer's neck.

As the shirt goes sailing through the air and lands on top of a box, everything hits Spencer. "Ash… wait…" Spencer says, as a moan escapes her throat yet again.
"Ash…" she lightly tries to push on the younger girl's shoulders, but it's a half hearted attempt as her mind is focused on the sensation of her neck.

"What is it Spence?" she asks as she leaves a trail of kisses down her collarbone. All of her weight pressed up against the blonde; loving the way her body feels up against Spencer's.

"We can't do this Ash… I'm…oh god!" A moan is released as Ashley's hands have found Spencer's breasts.

"You were saying something?"

Gaining a little composure, Spencer nods. "We have to stop… now…Ash, I'm leaving."

Pausing, Ashley finally drops her hands and leans back looking confused, "Yeah I know, we have break for like a month…"

Shaking her head, Spencer takes a deep breath; her chest rising and falling as she tries to regain control of her breathing. "No I mean… I'm leaving here… for good."

"You… what?"

"I'm moving to California. I'm taking some classes out there and a friend has a studio she's sub-leasing to me."

Taking another step back, Ashley says nothing as she tries to take this information in. Looking around the room, she finally notices all of the boxes scattered throughout the room. "I umm… how long have you known?"

"About a month now."

Pain washes over Ashley's features as it all sinks in, "Screw you Spencer."

She turns to leave, but Spencer grips her wrist, "No. You aren't walking out this time. We need to talk about this."

She whirls around, yanking her arm out of her grasp, "Talk about this?! You've known for freakin' ever and you didn't seem to want to talk about this before! I just played my heart out for you and you pull this shit?! You told me you loved me Spence, you don't just do that when you're leaving! You promised Spence! Now you're just another number to add to the people who have hurt me! Why the hell should I stay and listen now?!"

Spencer's shoulders immediately slump, and the young blonde just looks plain tired. "Because I want you to..." A tear rolls down her cheek, "I'm sick of fighting with you; I can't keep doing this Ash… I'm tired of it. God, do you think I intentionally wanted to hurt you? This is killing me. Can you please just do this for me?"

Ashley lets out a small sigh, nodding before walking over to the couch and sitting down.

Grabbing her shirt, she quickly puts it on and takes a seat on the other end of the couch. Both just sit there in silence for a moment, minds reeling.

Pulling her legs up to her chest, Ashley glances over at Spencer, "Ok, explain."

Spencer turns to face Ashley, "I decided I was going to go back home after this semester when things got to be too much. You wouldn't even look at me, students were finding out about us, and I had Madison threatening to expose me. I can't be here anymore. Not while you're here; not when I want you like this. So, I made the decision to leave. And then that night at dinner with Ally she mentioned she's going to be sub-leasing her studio this year, and I figured why the hell not, it's better than going back to Texas. So I'm living in San Jose…I'm going back to school out there and doing something that I've wanted to do for a long time."

"Spencer I can get Madison to back off. You don't have to leave."

Spencer shakes her head sadly, "Yes I do Ash. I'm a teacher who fell for one of her students. I shouldn't be teaching. I let myself get too involved with all of it, and potentially went against something I believe in. Even if I were to stay, we couldn't continue this. And if I'm going to be honest, if I stay it will be too hard to see you everyday and not be able to be with you. I need to do this Ash; I need to get out of here. Mrs. Keaton already knows and has most likely hired someone else, and I'm announcing it to my classes tomorrow; this is happening."

"Ok… but…" she shifts so she's looking at Spencer, "what about us then?"

The young blonde only shakes her head, "I don't know. You'll be here and I'll be across the country… if we had this much trouble while we are here together everyday, imagine how that'd be."

"Why the hell did you have to go and choose California of all places then?!"


Ashley nods, "I know Spence, I know. It's just…" she feels a tear slip down her cheek, and doesn't bother wiping it, "I just really want to be with you. This really sucks Spence."

Spencer nods, but says nothing, not sure what to say anymore; feeling drained and helpless.

"Is this it then?"

Closing her eyes at the question, Spencer feels the tears fall, "I think it has to be… maybe if this was a different situation it could have worked."

And as reality finally hits Ashley, the tears are coming down strong. "I should go." She looks at Spencer once more, and sighs as she stands to leave. Half way to the door she pauses and turns back around suddenly, "Spence although I barely ever go there, I do live in California." She walks back over to Spencer, who hasn't moved from the couch, and kneels in front her, intertwining their hands desperately. "We could make this work. I can come visit you all the time. We'll have a month and a half just to be together Spence with no worries. And then school is only for a few more months… we can do this Spence. Please… let us at least try that."

With tears falling even harder, Spencer watches the girl sadly, as she tries to desperately fight this, "Ash…"

With a shake of her head, Spencer is cut off, "No. Don't say that. Say that you'll at least try this. I want you Spence… so bad. I can't give up on us this easily… not this time. So please. Say that you'll at least try this with me. I know it will be hard, but great things are never easy."

Spencer says nothing, lost in thought. "Please Spence… please just try."

Looking into Ashley's pleading eyes, Spencer smiles sadly. "Ok Ash… we can try this," she agrees weakly, knowing that they're both desperately trying to cling to something that could hurt them both in the end.

Standing now, Ashley tugs Spencer's hands and leads her to the bedroom. Both lying down, they curl up into each other, minds racing with a million thoughts. Leaning over, Ashley captures Spencer's lips with her own, "I'm scared Spence."

Spencer agrees with a nod, "Me too."

Once again they fall into silence, thinking about the situation they're in.

"Hey Spence?"

"Yeah Ash…"

"I love you."

A small tear slowly trickles down Spencer's cheek as she hears this.

"I love you too Ash."

The End.


SONG- Dancing, by Elisa

A/N: So hopefully you didn't terribly hate that. Just wanted to say thanks to everyone that read this and those who reviewed! You guys were great for sticking with me! I'm thinking about doing a continuation with this story... let me know what you think. Thanks again!