"I knew it!" Kyla shouted out of nowhere. I jumped at her sudden reaction, and looked at her with wide eyes. She was bouncing up clapping her hands like a little kid. I stared at her dumbstruck.

"How'd you know?" I asked with my head propped forward. I let go of my grasp around the pillow and waited for her to reply. Instead, she continued bouncing up and down doing her 'happy' dance. "Kyla," I said. She finally calmed down, and looked at me. "How'd you know I was in love with Spencer?" I asked again.

"Ashley honey," she said placing her hand on my forearm. "You would have had to be blind to not know you were in love with her." I looked to my side, speechless.

"Was it really that obvious? How come you didn't ask me, or tell me I was being so obvious?" I asked standing up. I was beginning to pace back and fourth, and I suddenly felt Kyla grab my hand, and pull me back to the couch.

"Ash, I was waiting for you to come to me about it," she said. She looked towards the calendar, then back at me. "I just didn't think it would take you 10 years to tell me, and through an interview!" she said jokingly. I let out a small laugh to change the mood.

"I just…I just thought you would think of me differently. Especially since I liked a girl," I confessed.

"I don't care who you love slash like. I'm your best friend," she said bringing me into a hug. "I'll support every decision you make," she said with a smile. "Unless you decide to drop me as your manager. That I won't be so supportive of," she said.

"Way to ruin the moment," I laughed while pulling away from our hug. "So was I really that obvious?" I asked biting my lip.

"You stared at her every time you saw her. You were as red as a tomato when ever you talked to her, and I saw how happy you were when she was around. So yes Ash, it was that obvious," she said laughing.

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I wandered around the house, looking for Kyla. I've been here for around twenty minutes, and I was already bored out of my mind. I didn't know anyone here, and I definitely didn't see Spencer around either. I walked to the kitchen, and filled a cup up with water just so I wouldn't seem like the only one not drinking. Pretty much everyone in the room had a red plastic cup in their hand by the way.

I walked towards the stairs, and it was just a little quieter then downstairs. Just as I turned the corner of the hall, I ran right into someone, spilling my drink on them. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I said immediately. I didn't look up at the person, because I was afraid it was going to be some huge football player or something.