She'd always want Spencer.

The sound of a car honking got her attention. Looking away from blue eyes, her heart stopped noticing the Carlin's SUV pulling up to the curve. “What are you two doing?” Mrs. Carlin's eyes bore into hers. “You're mother is sick and worried about you!”

No she's not! She bit her tongue and simply mumbled 'sorry.'

“Get in here, you two are going to catch the worst cold.”

“Good thing they know a good doctor.” Spencer's Dad chimed in trying to lift the mood.

Paula didn't see the humor in the situation and simply glared at the comment before going on and on about the danger they put themselves in. Staring out the window, Ashely didn't hear much of it. Her mind was consumed with the body sitting next to her, focused on the hand holding hers, letting her know everything would be alright. Not caring who was watching or what her parents would think, she placed her head on the blonde's shoulder and closed her eyes.

Maybe everything would be okay.

Click, click, click, click

Ashley stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Everything came into focus a second later, Spencer's room, she was in Spencer's room lying on her bed. The blonde even filled her vision, sitting at the computer desk, too enthralled by something on the laptop to notice her eyes on her. Confusion settled in, what the hell was she doing in Spencer's room? How....when did she get there? And why was she sooo tired? Spiky black hair, muscular body, bathroom stall..... Ecstasy. Everything vaguely came to mind, from the man she sold her body to to the drugs he gave her....she wasn't sure what the hell she took. It didn't seem like E. Coming off the drug was brutal, she didn't remember half the night, or even the day! How long had she been asleep?

Ashley tried to sit up and cried out at the immense pain in her side, startling the blonde. She felt her presence a second later and didn't dare look her in the eye, afraid of what she might find there. “Easy now,” The words were softly murmured as a pair of warm hands eased her back down.

No words came to mind, she was speechless with a million questions running through her head. Fear kept her lips sealed, too afraid of the answers to her questions, it was better to not say anything at all. Brown eyes stayed glued to the blanket covering her body as she wracked her brain for answers. “Did you sleep well?”

She shook her head 'yes' to the softly spoken question, avoiding a conversation about her dreams. It was difficult to decipher what was real and what wasn't. Did she do her make up this morning? Or was that a dream? Spencer answering the front door, making out on the living room floor, 'stop' did Spencer tell her to stop? “Did you?”