“Ashy baby,” Spencer groaned as she sat on the plushy chair as her hands gripped the arm rest. “Please,” she continued to beg.

“It’s so….revealing,” I complained as I stuck my head out of the dressing room without revealing what I was wearing. “You know I don’t usually wear this type of stuff.”

“I know, but I bet you look so sexy in it,” she purred as she sat up from the couch and walked towards me. Her hand was on the door of the dressing room and she slowly opened it. I stood there in front of her wearing a beautiful halter champagne colored dress with a low back. Might I also add it was frickin expensive.

“Ash,” she said above a whisper as she looked me up and down. “You look so beautiful.”

I looked down at myself in the dress and shrugged. “I guess it does look okay,” I bit my lip and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Ash, you look beautiful. If you don’t buy that dress, I’m gonna but it for you,” she said just millimeters from my lips.

“Oh really now,” I smirked. “And how do you expect to buy a thousand plus dollar dress?”

“I’ll steal your credit card, or just steal the dress,” she laughed as our foreheads touched.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to go to jail, so I guess I’ll HAVE to buy it,” I said trying to act bummed.

“Good,” she said giving me a peck on the lips. “I don’t look good in orange anyways,” she smirked and wandered back to the couch she was sitting on.

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“Kyla. Kyla. Kyla. Kyla. Kylaaaaaaaaa.” Kyla is ignoring me right now. I threw a pillow at her head but she still didn’t do anything or acknowledge me. “Kylaaaaaaaaaa.”

“Ash, do you know how much I hate you right now,” she finally said with her arms crossed.

“Aww come on Ky. I promise I’ll ask him for an autograph for you!” I said trying to make her happy again. And if you were wondering what was going on, Jesse just called me a minute ago to tell me I was going to sit next to Justin Bieber at the awards tomorrow. Yes, I said Justin Bieber. Kyla loves Justin Bieber its scary. Around three months ago Kyla bought tickets to his concert in Ohio because all of his other concerts near LA were sold out. So, she dragged Olivia down to Ohio with her just to see Justin Bieber. She’s obsessed. It’s ridiculous.

“It’s not fair Ash,” she pouted. “I go to Ohio to see him but you get to sit next to him tomorrow at the awards.”

“Hey, it’s not like I was the one who arranged the seating now,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, but you don’t even like him!” she exclaimed.

“Okay okay Kyla,” I said trying to calm her down. “I promise I’ll take a picture of him and get his autograph and film him saying I love you Kyla. Is that good?” I asked.