The small blonde filled her vision, panting. For a moment, she looked around and noticed her father's service missing. The dark red tent was gone and not a soul was in sight. “You're missing the best part.” She met blue eyes. “Don't you want to see him buried? Or is my Mother making you uncomfortable with her over dramatic crying? It's just like her to draw all the attention away from him. Bitch.” The shock was easy to read on the younger girl's face. How could anyone say that about their grieving mother? It was easy and Spencer didn't know shit. Nobody did. “We should get out of here.” The brunette casually suggested standing from the ground. “There's a park nearby.”

“We can't just leave-”

“Yes we can.” There was a bit of desperation in her voice. She couldn't be there anymore. “Unless you want to stay for all the 'I'm sorry for your loss' and 'he was a great man.' bullshit.” She was so tired of hearing it. Everywhere she went it was there, on magazine covers, on TV, even at school, everyone apologizing for the cocaine overdose- it never made her feel better, nothing was going to make her feel better, and she hated everyone who tried. “We'd have more fun at the park.”

“B-But what about our parents?”

“They'll get over it.” Raising an arm, she offered the blonde her hand, never breaking their gaze. “Trust me.” And she did. Spencer's hand came up linking their fingers together with a soft smile.

Finding a way out the cemetery was easy and the walk to the park was comfortable. Neither girl talked, silently enjoying the other's company. They kept their hands linked both needing the contact. “You can blame me if you get in trouble.” Ashley spoke for the first time since beginning their little journey.

“Are you nervous?”

“For you.” Her eyes stayed on the ground watching her black heels with each step. “I don't care what Christine says.” The words were more for herself.

She leaves me alone all the time.