Disclaimer: I do not own anything…

Author's Note: So my best friend gave me this story idea as we were eating pounds of chili cheese fries a couple days ago and subconsciously of course. She said:

"Rowan…how the fuck do we get along so well? We are so different, you are like the good girl stuck in hell and I am the bad girl stuck in that ugly white, heavenly place…

I am not going to tell you anything else because you need to read the story to find out. Hehe yes I know, I am evil.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Oh kiss me softly…"

The blonde sang from the pew in the small church, tears streamed fast down her face, but her beautiful voice managed to remain steady despite the hot tears coming from her ocean blue eyes. The soft features of her face were bright from all of the weeping she had been doing.

"But please hold me tight…"

She wiped her running eyes with the back of her tan hand and stared gloomily at the red oak coffin in front of her.

"Never let go, help me get through this dark night…"

The petite blonde fell to her knees in the pew. She was now shaking as well but somehow she kept on singing. She despised silence, and if she stopped singing she knew that that was what would overwhelm her every nerve ending in this dark church. It was completely empty beside the blonde herself and the open coffin at the front of the church near the altar.

"Can you whisper in my ear?"

The oak coffin seemed to shine as it was illuminated by the light that was streaming in from the intricate stain glass windows in the small church out in the snowy state of Colorado.

"Reassure me that you're here!"

Then reality hit the young blonde as she realized with a shock of pain that she was not in the quiet church as she thought she was. No, she was not there, she was there three painful years ago; right now she was on a brightly lit stage in a room that was anything but quiet.

"Please, baby, come back!"

The crowd kept on screaming their appreciation as she raised her hand high and headed off of the stage in the packed night club. She quickly made her way over to the crowded bar, hoping that maybe something there could get rid of the horrible memory of that coffin in that church where she had lost the only woman that she had ever truly loved. Ashley Davies. She had been extremely happy with her life until tragedy had struck and shattered the blonde's life into pieces.

"I would like a shot please…"

The pleasantly plump bartender raised his eyes, "What kind of shot?" His gaze changed from quizzical to judgmental as his gaze swept her up and down and the blonde felt rage flow through her.

"Any kind of fucking shot!" the shorter blonde snapped and the bartender quickly supplied her with what she wanted. A figure soon plopped itself down next to the furious blonde.

"Whoa, Spencer what did the poor, penniless bartender every do to you? Beside serve you drinks that give you very painful headaches the next day?" the blonde boy said, a weasel like grin spreading across his handsome features.

"Shut your trap Glen. No wants to hear your annoying voice," Spencer told her drummer, taking a huge gulp and finishing off her shot.

The older blonde chuckled lightly, "Sis, you really gotta loosen up! You are at this amazing club and yet you haven't danced with anyone yet…not even me," Spencer's older brother chuckled and the blonde girl couldn't help but smile.

"No Glen," she mumbled seriously, "you know I don't dance…:

Glen sighed exasperated, but he knew when to drop something, "Alright ya downer if that is what you want. I, however, have just spied something I want, but she is actually alive."

Spencer's normally beautiful face went rigid, as did the rest of her body. Glen immediately felt guilty and began to stutter, "Oh God…Spencer I am…so sorry…I didn't-."

"Just leave me alone," the blonde said coldly.

The boy almost immediately did as he was told and walked away from the now seriously depressed girl. Spencer walked to the bathroom, slowly, trying to maintain her cool, but as soon as she stepped inside the badly lit girls' room she began to cry furiously. She missed Ashley with all of her heart and every time she was even mentioned the blonde's brain was clouded with memories. She cried for several more minutes and soon found herself on the floor as she slid down the tiled wall.

Soon she heard the door to the bathroom creak open and someone whisper, "Oh my God." Then the pitter patter of feet resounded throughout the large bathroom as someone hurried towards her.

"Hey, are you okay?" and unfamiliar, yet comforting voice, asked the sobbing blonde.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Spencer asked in no mood for someone new interfering with her already fucked up life.

"I'm just trying to help…," the voice replied softly.

"Well I do not need…," the blonde couldn't finish her sentence because she began to cry again. The new girl slid down the wall to rest next to the huddled blonde on the floor.

"Sometimes kid…you gotta let people help okay, hun? Now, I am not saying that I ask for help, I'm to ignorant for that," the girl chuckled lightly, "but you look like you could use some." Spencer looked up at her for the first time. The girl had a pair of gorgeous hazel eyes and her face was framed by bouncy reddish blonde curls.

"I'm Spencer…," the blonde said slowly.

"Nicole…," the red head replied, sticking her hand out for the distressed blonde to shake, "now what is your problem sweetie?"

"The love of my life died a couple of years ago on this day," Spencer choked out, "I loved her so much."

The red head beside her raised her eyebrows in confusion and Spencer tried again, "she died, you know kicked the bucket…"

"Um…sure what ever you say babe…," Nicole's strange sentence was cut off when the bathroom door opened once again and a raven haired woman strode in looking very confident, "Blair!" Nicole cried, "Can I uh talk to you for a second?"

The raven haired girl nodded her dark eyes swimming with confusion as she looked curiously from Spencer to Nicole and then back again, "okay." She watched Nicole mutter a "be right back" to the crying girl and rush over to her. Nicole grabbed Blair's arm and pulled her towards the other end of the bathroom.

"Who is that?" Blair quickly whispered to her friend.

"Her name is Spencer but Blair she has a big problem…," Nicole said. Blair had never seen her friend in such disarray.

Blair snorted a bit to loudly, "Nicole you and I both know that the people who are down here normally have some problem or another...," Blair looked at the red head and noticed the plea in her eyes. She sighed, "but what is this girl's problem?"

"Blair…I don't' think she knows she's dead…"