Title: The Morning After

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Don't own South of Nowhere.

Pairing: Spashley

Spoilers: none

Summary: Ashley's in trouble. Just what exactly happened last night?

I close my eyes tighter, trying to block out the light. I am never drinking again. I snort slightly. Right, like that's going to happen. My head is killing me though and the light isn't helping. I groan softly as the pain in my head spikes and roll over. I wince when I fall on the cold floor.

Wait a second...

My room has a rug beside the bed.

I cautiously open my eyes. I'm not in my room. Shit. What the hell happened last night?

Aiden.

My eyes widen and I sit up quickly, not paying any attention to the throbbing in my head. The previous night is rushing back to me now with an unwanted clarity. Last night, Aiden and I were hanging out. There was alcohol – a lot of alcohol. One thing led to another...

Damn it.

Spencer is going to kill me.

Ok, forget what I said earlier. I am never drinking again. Ever.

"Ash?"

My head jerks in the direction of the voice. Aiden. He looks just as confused as I felt moments ago.

"What happened?"

I just glare at him. This is all his fault.

"Oh," he says quietly. Clearly, he remembers now.

"Spencer's going to kill me when she finds out what we did last night!"

"Maybe she won't find out."

I glare harder at his hopeful suggestion. "She's not stupid, you idiot! Of course she's going to find out. Kyla too. They're both going to find out, and they're going to kill us both!"

Mentioning Kyla seems to have made it all sink in for him. He looks afraid now. Good.

"Wait a minute!" What's that look? I don't like that look. "This was your idea!"

"What? You were the one that was all 'Let's do it!' and 'Please, Ash'. You wore me down with your alcohol and your begging." He is not going to put all this on me!

"You were the one that brought it up though." He looks smug, and I just want to reach over and slap that look off his face.

Before I can do anything, I hear the door creak open. Footsteps are getting closer now. "Davies. Dennison. You're free to go."

I get to my feet as the officer unlocks my cell. "Huh?"

"The charges were dropped," he says as he unlocks Aiden's cell.

My eyes narrow in confusion. Why would-

"Davies, move it."

When we get to the lobby, I almost want to turn around. Spencer's leaning against a wall waiting for me, and she doesn't look happy. Spencer doesn't say a word to me as we leave, and I'm afraid to break the silence.

When we reach the car, I open the door for her before she can get to it. She just climbs in, and I close the door gently before going around to the other side. I'm sucking up, I know, but I hate it when she's mad at me. With a deep breath to try to calm my nerves, I climb into the car and stare straight ahead uneasily. When she doesn't make a move to start the car after a few minutes, I take a chance and look over at her. She's looking out the window, so I can't see her face, but her shoulders are shaking slightly.

I'm really worried now. She's not crying, is she? Wait. She's not crying; she's laughing. Why is she laughing?

She turns to me with a wicked little grin. "Do you want to tell me why you and Aiden thought it would be a good idea to vandalize Madison's car?"

End.