“We could go back.” She sincerely suggested.

The blonde shook her head. “I'm not nervous.”

Lifting one corner of her mouth in a smile, she playfully murmured, “Are you now, Sunshine?” Watching blue eyes cross in an attempt to see the fat rain drop that had fallen onto her nose.

“No,” Spencer finally replied with a bright smile. “I love rain.”

“I know you do.” Ashley smiled up at the sky watching the clouds release more and more water. It felt good against her skin. “Rain, I don't mind. Shine, the world looks fine. I can show you that when it starts to rain everything's the same.”

The Beatles. Raife loved them, always blaring the music in the house. Ashley sang it up to him while dancing in the rain. Spencer's voice soon joined in. The blonde loved the Beatles as much as she did. Spencer loved everything as much as she did. The brunette laughed meeting her gaze. Dancing by the main road on a sidewalk for all to see, singing their lungs out to the world- this should have been the funeral. If Raife had to go, he'd want a celebration not a depressing service at a church.

Song after song, they sung loud and proud to the dead rock star watching from high above, smiling at their horrible dancing. It was fun. For the first time in a long time, Ashley found herself laughing obnoxiously. Gazing into the smiling eyes of her friend, she pulled her close twirling her around a couple times before holding her close again. Giggling through their singing, she let her go and continued hopping around the land scape of the shopping center behind them.

A lot of their peers were beginning to date. Girls were noticing boys in a different light. They were no longer gross or infected with cooties, but HOT and something they wanted to play with. Magazines were replacing barbie dolls. The 'thing' to do in class was swarm around the girl with the teen magazine and drool over the famous teenage boys. Aaron Carter was a big one along with his brother and the rest of the boys in that group she could never remember the name of.

Ashley didn't care for any of it, but Spencer was different. People, boys and girls, liked Spencer. She was nice, funny, and social. The blonde wouldn't hesitate taking a peek at the magazine and letting the other girls know who she thought was cute.

It was always their female cast members or girlfriends she'd look at.

Girls, Ashley loved looking at them, and some of them were hot to her.

Spencer.

She had dreams that both tormented and delighted her. Ones where she took the blonde out and they always ended up kissing like in cheesy sappy romance movies.

She hated herself for it.

No one else liked girls.

Including Spencer.

It would never happen, no matter how bad she wanted it to.

Maybe she'd grow out of it and be normal one day.

Smiling that special smile of hers, the one that reached her eyes and lit up her entire face, making Ashley smile- she realized she'd never grow out of it.