'Because of you'

The ally as really beginning to smell, their where bums fighting over trash nearly killing each other over a sandwich. LA was just getting better each day.

I long ago forgot about what color my eyes where because I was sure they weren't going to get better on their own.

"Just forget I even said anything."

I jogged for about a mile as Corey continued yells started to dull away. If I didn't run faster I'd feel sorry for her, and I didn't want to.

Feeling sorry never helped; even if she felt sorry for me.

I chunked the shades as I made a turn down some street, gangs where watching me run like I stole something.

"Where's the fire at!"

Haha not funny, where'd did I live again?

The darkness wasn't helping either, I past a few women on the street…getting their fix. This definitely wasn't my home; I was starting to miss El Paso.

Sure I wasn't naïve I knew that LA had some bad shit in it, so did everywhere else but this was brutal.

"Okay think Rock." I looked hard at a street sign and suddenly remembered the street next to it.

"Crow blvd." Yes this was it; I took a few more turns when I soon came up to my new neighborhood.

I didn't even know what I was running for; guess I had to get home to try to feel safe.

Try to ignore the fact that I had let my heart slip, let my soul slip, and now my memory was back in full swing.

I unlocked the door and bustled in scaring the shit out of Lacy.

"Rocky are you—oh no not again!"

She had forgotten as well, I went to her and laid my head on her shoulder. "They won't go away."

Being in her arms felt comforting, "Kid, they want go away until you can face them."

She soothed me as we stayed silent. "How bad is the hemorrhage?"

"It's slowly going away; you should have taking your drops…you haven't been taking them have you?"

"I just wanted to try to be normal."

"Rocky you will never be normal, no one will."

Ashley pov.

"I thought I made it very clear that we weren't together Ashley," Spencer seethed as she dragged me off her porch.

"You ran your twin off and you think that impresses me?"

"I didn't, she just…left on her own because-."

"What did you say to her?" Spencer growled it was kind of a turn on to see her all pissed at me, but it was for my twin.

Then it dawned on me.

"That I wanted you back, but now I see why you like her…because it's my face that you still see…and you're fucking using her!"

She gasped as if she was appalled, "No Ashley…that's not even close, she's not you…she's even better than you."

I didn't mean to lose my cool, I didn't mean to grab her by her shirt, and I didn't mean to push her on the ground.

But it happened anyway, but I wasn't regretting anything.

"Did you do the dirty deed too!" She smiled up from the grassy ground.

"None of your business… but that would have been great." Everything had gone to hell so fast for me. Out of place I sure as hell felt that very moment.

"…Is this how you want it to be between us," Spencer started to dust herself off; I felt her cringe to her own awareness of where we stood.

"It could be if you keep trying to get between my happiness, I like Rocky because she's who she wants to be...not because she's a look alike."

"I ended it with Aiden just to be with you," I lowered my head.

"Good then—now you can start over too… why want you date Corey."

"That'd be wrong, she's like my sister." I could hear her mind running a mile a minute, "What?"

"You push me on the ground because you think I like Rocky because she's tour twin, but did anyone ever tell you that Corey looks a hell of a lot like me," her voice was so soft and sinister that I could barely even look her way. "That's what I thought…learn to take your own advices Ashley," I felt her body heat against my arm as my eyes averted to the ground and ants, grass something.

She placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, as if to say goodbye forever, before she moved away.

"Don't go Spence I'm sorry." I held on to her shirt again but this time I had no intent of hurting her.

"Ash."

"Just be my friend…please," 'don't you dare cry', "I love you too much to let you go completely."

"You want, but we could never be together…"

Corey's Pov

She…actually killed someone, no it was a sick joke. Rocky was playing with me; but then no one jokes about that shit.

It caused so much pain to resurface as I remembered the bullet hitting me in the arm; it actually got logged inside a bone.

I was so glad they doped me up on meds; I never felt high like that in my life…weed had nothing on morphine.

My feet followed her awhile but soon lost the trail, I knew this part of the woods, I helped sell drugs here a time or too.

Another chapter in my life.

Passing through the jungle I see her running down my street, yeah I lived down here, not for long though.

The door slammed shut behind her; I was impressed with myself for actually catching up with her. Now I was thinking of actually going home and not giving a care like she told me.

'Just forget I even said anything.'

What made us tell each other are secrets without even knowing who we truly where, I suppose that was it; we had no real ties to each other and it guaranteed us no promises of what the other may say to someone else about it.

I knocked quietly on the door and hoped I was doing the right thing, I never knew what was right now days.

"Hello,"

"Hi I'm here to see Rocky, she—I'm worried about her."

"Me too dear, come in."

This house was better than my own, maybe because my home was cold and this house had warmth radiating off of it.

It had been one day now…this mysterious doppelganger had graciously, if I could put it like that, torn down a wall I put up with my bare hands.

It was selfish of me to tell Rocky about me not being my dad—Albert's child and not inform Ashley, my long best friend, about it first.

Before I even knew it I was inside my dream room. My whole meaning for being here was laid out on her bed eyes closed.

The dog Ashley had informed about was lying down beside her asleep, I remember I feed him a cheeseburger one time, maybe not a good idea when you have a narcoleptic dog.

Walking ever so quietly towards the massive bed I let my presence be known, "Where you joking?"

Her silence was all I needed to know that she wasn't joking, I was hoping she'd jump up and say 'fooled ya' like a retarded Aiden.

But she was more serious than I thought she was, so quiet and so not even Ashley.

My backside was against the front of her bed now as I just sat in thought and wondered what in the hell we should do next.

"I know you probably don't get this a lot, but I don't see how in the hell you look like Spencer." Someone finally has broken through the façade and actually made me my own personality.

"Thank you…you and Ashley are the only ones who think that,"

"Great minds think alike," Yeah keep stroking your ego, maybe you could stroke Ashley's too, wait that sounded perverted with incest on the side.

I turned my head and was met with a pair of brown eyes that where clear, "Better?"

"Much…why do you get red eye."

"Strain…from the nightmares, I thought they left me, but I would put so much strain on myself that it just causes it."

"Who did you kill?" If I was going to get called nosey for this she could burn in hell, "If you don't mind me asking." Yeah throw that in there.

"Get relaxed…im going to tell you this one time, and I don't really care if you start rumors I really don't—it was one cold day in January, I was known for selling drugs and all that. I had some friends who like to party till five in the morning and shit. They wanted me to come all the time. I decline and played with my money to get me tattoos and piercings—let's not get into where the piercings are."

Okay so my mind was in the gutter this whole time because she was speaking with a soft voice, but I jerked out of that daydream quickly when she mentioned tattoos and piercings.

"Can I see," I asked sheepishly, I was a freak and I knew it but who the fuck cares. She gave me this skeptical look.

"If you didn't want to hear the story you could have said no."

"I want too; I just don't want you all mopey." The mopey blonde gave a fake smile then rolled on her side.

"My friend Snick, that's what we called her, I didn't know her real name, got into this squabble with a guy about his drugs and also about his girlfriend. Snicks liked a lot of women, but this girl was her favorite."

"And—one thing led to another and he ended up pulling a gun out and I knew I had to jump in,"

She started staring at her hands, "She grabbed the gun—and it went off, she hit the ground so-hard; I didn't move even though I was standing right by him, he then pulled the gun on me, but little did he know I had one too."

"He pulled the trigger once and nothing happen, then again and nothing happened. Two clicks was the last thing he heard…I pulled out mine and shot him."

Boom…I wandered how she felt.

"I was about to vomit when it was all over, still in shock, I beat myself up over it every day and in turn started to hemorrhage…and it's just a constant reminder of the day I lost my friend, but it made me stay away from drugs."

I know I could, after nearly OD'ing on pills; I started to live my life how I wanted to and not by society.

"Some good came out of it," she shrugged nonchalantly without missing a beat.

"What do you care…your still cutting yourself."

"And it's my business isn't it?"

"You don't get it…you have to live or you'll never know what you could have been…it took me a while to figure that out but it's true…take it from someone who's been there."

"You're forgetting that where two different people,"

"Who have one thing in common." I growled low. I looked back into those eyes I was so familiar with and didn't see any annoyance.

"I hate you." Right.

"Sure you do…well if where done here, there's the door." What? Did she just dismiss me?

"Yes I did."

"Huh."

"You asked if I just dismissed you."

Shit I got to stop talking out loud. "You're a prick."

"I just told you a haunting story and now im a prick,"

"Your right you're not…you're a douche!"

"Real mature."

So I guess if I could argue with her a bit more until after nine I could go home; it would be safe and cold…real cold at my house.

Spencer's Pov

I spent hours looking for Rocky's home, I knew Ash knew but I wasn't going to ask her. She wasn't going to tell me anyway.

Which is understandable, I just hope that she want do nothing stupid. I must have meant a hell of a lot to her—no.

'Don't think about that, she fucked it up and chose Aiden…' But she's not with him anymore. This could go wrong if I don't think it over.

Who was right for me at this very moment? I had no way of telling, plus Carmen was still hanging around, maybe later on id call her for so overdue fuck.

For now I have to find her, know that she's okay.

I took the keys away from my dad and told him I'd be back, he looked up from the couch with a stern look that broke into a smile.

"Hurry back…you know your mom,"

"Don't we all dad." The bitch.

I looked at my phone for a brief second and thought of where'd Corey went… "Hey Corey."

"Spencer…well this is surprising, when did I give you my number." I roll my eyes at the humorous way she said it.

"You helped me with my play?"

"Oh yeah! Sorry what's up maaannn." She drawled it out and it nearly made me wreck.

"Do you know where Rocky went?" Her silence grew as she talked in whispers to someone else.

"Yes home…and im here too." I gasped lightly.

"Really, is she okay?"

"Yeah just…you know bummed, you want to come over?" Do i? Yes.

"Yeah…just for a bit." I located her under just four minutes; Corey told me it was just a block where she lived.

Imagine that.

They were both outside waving me down. "Hey…please make her go home."

"Hey you where begging me to stay." The two argued in each other's faces like an old couple would over pudding.

"I had homework that didn't get finished that's all, and now im done."

"Yeah but you said you where afraid of the dark, Apollo heard to."

Who the hell was Apollo?

"The narcoleptic dog that Ashley lost."

"Don't say that about him."

"Well it's true."

"Yeah but you make it sound as if he was retarded."

Oh my god. "Okay maybe I should leave you two alone."

"Don't Spence." There it was again, that shivering feeling was back in full swing. "Later Corey." She smiled knowingly at the blonde.

It was cute how she pouted. "Fine, but don't call me when the boogeyman tries eats your ass."

"Trust me I will."

I watched the person, who would replace me soon, walk down the quiet neighborhood to her home.

"I love her randomness." I had to admit for what it was worth, Corey liked to be who she was and wasn't afraid to say it.

"I hadn't noticed it," The word struck me odd, her eyes where dark but I could see that she looked better.

"I stopped being stupid and just took my drops."

"And here I thought I knew a strong girl."

"I'm strong, just not mentally." Doesn't matter, your hotter than hell.

"So your house is…bigger than mine."

"My bed is too…want to try it out." It was a somewhat serious tone, but I could feel some sort of weight being thrown on my shoulders.

I could see her shaking slightly; I wanted to know what was going on with her.

"I think I can do that for you—"

"I can follow you back and drive you on my bike."

"I don't think I can sit in the basket, id fall." I joked lightly her eyes grew large while grinning.

"It's not that kind of bike." She went to her garage door and opened it as quietly as possible, "Im not suppose to ride it a night or really anywhere because I don't have a license."

"Hey neither do i—holy shit."

I felt stupid for thinking she'd peddle me back on an actual bike; it would have been kind of cute though.

"One of the gifts dad gave to me before his death…it's hot isn't it."

"Not as hot as you." She bit her lip and I was gone right there.