Nicole swayed as she started to feel it. She couldn't remember taking anything, or even drinking for that matter, but she was definitely feeling something. It scared her, honestly. It wasn't like anything she had ever felt before- ever felt before. She had felt it all; oxy, xanax, cocaine, ecstasy, weed, everything. Anything you could think of, really. Of course it felt good. Not every single time but it definitely didn't felt bad at all.

Tonight, she was definitely feeling bad.

Everything had gone blurry and she couldn't keep her feet straight; she could barely feel her legs. They felt like jelly. She could tell she would definitely be falling down soon. The lack of oxygen in the room wasn't helping her situation much either. Her hair was damp with sweat- more of it wasn't even hers= and it seemed like her lungs couldn't expand any wider. She didn't understand it all. She had never had anxiety, or problems with crowds before. Heck, she was always the one in the mosh pit during shows. Only now she couldn't breathe?

It didn't make any sense.

"Nicole," Sarah traced her hands along her girlfriend's collarbones, knowing she liked it. They were at the bar, right where Sarah found her. She couldn't help but feel concerned though; Nicole was sweating profusely, pale, and her chest was raising and falling faster than normal. "You okay?"

Nicole shook her head. Her body was hot. Too hot. Not in a good way either. That only made Sarah even more worried. Nicole never admitted to feeling sick. She could even recall a time when Nicole claimed she was fine, while puking her guts out.

"Okay," Sarah tried to keep Nicole's head up. She knew her girlfriend needed oxygen. "Let's get out of here. What's wrong, love?"

"I need," Nicole coughed, "To use the bathroom."

Sarah lifted Nicole's arm so she could be tucked safely underneath. She started to maneuver herself so she could drag Nicole toward the bathroom.

"What happened?" Anna Molly approached the couple, her eyes widening at Nicole's appearance. Sarah frowned and motioned for her to help her.

"We need to call Ashley," Sarah coughed. "Nicole, baby. You're going to be okay."

--

It seemed to take forever for Nicole to get to the bathroom. But every second seemed even longer once they got there.

"Nicole!" Sarah did her best to hold her girlfriend once Nicole's legs gave out on her. Anna Molly locked the door behind her and went to get a cold towel for Nicole. Sarah sat her girlfriend near the toilet. She was glad the club had a single bathroom, even though they would probably be dealing with some angry people later. Nicole sat with her back against the wall, head leaned back, breathing heavily and ghostly white.

"Come on babe," Sarah tugged Nicole's jacket off. Nicole didn't fight her (or encourage her either) and just let Sarah more her body to give it some air. Before she knew it, Sarah was taking off Nicole's shirt; leaving her in her black wife beater. It felt better, but not good enough. Anna Molly went up and placed the wet towels on Nicole's chest and forehead.

Sarah ran her hands through Nicole's damp hair. Anna Molly frowned at her friend; the brunette almost looked on the verge of tears. "Did you take anything?"

Nicole shook her head once. All she could comprehend was 'drink much' and the feeling of her stomach being on fire. She could hardly see, the room was much too bright for her, but the extra oxygen and less layers of clothing were nice.

Now Sarah was just plain worried. She hadn't witnessed Nicole drink or take anything earlier. Nicole's chest had taken to rapidly going up and down, almost as if she had just gone through a run. It confused her since Nicole didn't look like she was breathing very much.

"Nicole," Ashley shut the (previously locked) door behind her, ignoring all of the whiny protests. She fell to her knees and slid over to her best friend. She cupped her face worriedly once she saw her. "What the fuck happened to you, Chambers?"

"We don't know," Anna Molly answered. She was getting worried now, she had never seen Ashley look so scared.

"Get me a cup of water," Ashley ran her arms down Nicole's- looking for reactions or possible injuries. Anna Molly handed her the cup, and frowned when Ashley shoved it into Nicole's mouth. Nicole coughed, turned her head and emptied her stomach into the toilet next to her. Sarah pulled her short hair back, while Ashley just say there, not really knowing what to do now.

Once Nicole was finished, she went back to her previous position. She would have wiped her mouth, but she couldn't feel her arms. It was okay though, Sarah did it for her.

"I can't," Nicole coughed. "Feel my body."

She felt a little better- with an empty stomach and all- but her body was still on fire. She couldn't even feel anything anymore.

"You have to drink this okay?" Ashley lifted the cup of water again. Sarah frowned; she didn't like the concern in her voice. When Ashley Davies was worried, you know you have something to worry about. "Please Nicki, you need to drink this."

As much as she wanted to sound stern, Ashley really couldn't. Nicole was her sweet spot. Her best friend. She couldn't lose her- not now.

Nicole smiled lazily at that. Ashley hadn't called her Nicki in so long. "Okay, Ashybear."

Ashley gently eased the cup up against Nicole's lips, letting the liquid fall down Nicole's throat. She pulled back once the cup was empty and sighed when Nicole started coughing. She felt a little relieved though, now knowing that Nicole couldn't die of dehydration or anything. She looked into Nicole's eyes and cupped her sweaty face desperately again," Your fucking pupils."

"Nic, did you take anything?" Anna Molly asked, now sitting next to Sarah, who looked on the verge of tears. "Please tell me you're not over dosing…"

Nicole shook her head lazily. She could feel it… numb. It almost felt nice. She just felt like talking now. But she couldn't remember how, "Eye Dee Kay."

"What?" Ashley's eyes ran over Nicole's body. She would have to do some serious ass kicking if Nicole was over dosing. "Talk to us, Nicki."

Nicole smiled again. She loved when Ashley called her Nicky. That used to be her nickname for her. She loved it so much, even though she always told Ashley she hated it. "Here's wut duh fuck happen, alright? I saw Ashien, and then I look around then I drank my drinks. That is all."

Ashley's face went solemn as realization hit. She looked over Nicole again; sweaty, pale and drugged Nicole. She was trying to memorize her, but she didn't want to. It made her sick. Her breathing picked up as she stood on one knee.

"I love you Nicki," Ashley kissed Nicole's forehead and turned toward Sarah. She hated having to do this. She shoved her keys into the smaller girl's hands. "Take her home. Take my car. I'm going to cal security to come get you guys out of her. I'll meet you back at Nicole's okay?"

"Ashley, what're you-"Anna Molly paused when Ashley just stood up and walked out.

Neither of them wanted to know.

--

"Get the fuck off of me!" Aiden screeched once Ashley pushed him into the wall. They were now in a private room of the club, where Aiden had never been in before. No one else was in there, and he was starting to get scared. He watched as Ashley locked the door behind her. "What the fuck are you doing, Ashley?"

Ashley paced in front of him, silently telling herself not to hit him. It was incredibly tempting though, with his ugly stupid face right there in front of her. It took everything in her not to bash his brains in.

"I could have you arrested," Ashley paced in front of him. She needed to calm down. "You fucking bastard."

"Hah," Aiden rolled his eyes. I guess she figured it out. "And what's that going to do for you, Ashley?"

"Make me fucking happy for one," Ashley stood, now calm. She could finally get Nicole- and Spencer- out of her head. "Put me out of my fucking misery."

"Ha," Aiden laughed sarcastically. "No, it wouldn't. I'm not stupid Ashley."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Now it was getting really hard not to bash his head in.

"I'm talking about you," Aiden smirked and took a step closer. "Putting me in jail won't get you anywhere. Plus, what proof do you have?"

"You fucking drugged my best friend in an open and over capasitized club," Ashley made a disgusted face. She didn't really know is capasitized was a word, but at the moment, she didn't really care. "Of course you're going to have fucking witnesses. Hah, you think I need witnesses to put you in jail?"

Aiden rolled his eyes. Ashley was really full of it sometimes. "Still not going to get you anywhere, Ashley."

"And why is that?"

"Because you hate my guts for more than that," Aiden took a step closer, making him face to face with his half sister. "What Ash, you think that putting me in the slammer is going to bring you out of this? You think that putting me in jail would make the pain~ go away? Hah. You're one stupid girl, you know."

"Fuck you," Ashley shook her head.

"You know it's true," Aiden smirked. "Putting me away isn't going to take what Spencer did back. It's not going to give you your oh-so-happy fucking family back. Not going to bring your dad back and sure as hell won't bring Spencer back."

Aiden kept on at Ashley's loss of words. "You can't deal with me because you just can't deal with yourself. Because I fucking know you Ashley, and you're one of those little fuckers that actually has a good heart. And you'd forgive Spencer in a second, right? And you have. I've heard you're talking to her again so you have. It's not going to make anything better. Hah, I know that if she really had tried, you would have taken her back in a second. If she really proved to you that she was in love with you, and that she was sorry, you would have taken her in again, wouldn't you? But you know what? She didn't. For the sole reason of not fucking wanting to. She doesn't want you, Ashley. Get over it."

Ashley shook her head and walked out. She couldn't handle this anymore.

Spencer would always be hers.

Right?

--

"She's sleeping," Sarah walked into the living room. Ashley sat on the couch, half laying half sitting. She sat, staring at nothing and just thinking. Aiden's words were on replay, and it was only now where Ashley could bare it. Her first thought after leaving the club was to go drown herself in illegal narcotics and die. Her second thought was to go get lost in someone. And her third thought was to jump off the nearest bridge. So she had chosen all of the above.

Ashley just had to check on Nicole first.

Sarah sat next to her. She knew that Ashley was in Ashley world, and she wasn't going to bother her. She liked the silence between them too, it was never awkward surprisingly. She needed some thinking time as well.

"What're you thinking?" Ashley's eyes were still casted downwards. She just needed to hear someone else's voice other than Aiden's.

"I've never gotten so close to losing Nicole," Sarah confessed. Her eyes had been tearing all night. She looked down. Now, all she felt was the urge to go upstairs and hold the girl.

"You two have broken up a few times."

"Not the same," Sarah sighed. "Every time, I know we are going to get back together. And even if we didn't, I'd still… need her. Care about whether she lived or died. We're still together, as a couple or not."

"You guys are just that kind of couple," Ashley felt her head sink down. She felt a little better now. But she still felt depressed. "You two will always end up together in the end."

"Sounds like another couple I know," Sarah tried her best to smile down at Ashley, whom appreciated the effort. "What's going on with you and Spencer?"

Ashley shrugged. If only she knew. "Last time I heard, she's moving on."

"Bullshit," Sarah shook her head.

"How? She's with her right now, Sarah."

"That doesn't mean anything," Sarah made a face. "What, so if she's with Nicole tomorrow you think she'll be moving on?"

Ashley rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

"What're you going to do about it?" Sarah asked. Ashley sighed and leaned further into the couch. She was in desperate need of alcohol right now. Especially to be having these kinds of conversations.

"Nothing," Ashley shrugged. "What is there to do? She won't wait for me forever."

"Then why are you wasting your time making her wait?"

"Because we're supposed to end up together in the end, right? Well, maybe Spencer forgot."

Ashley didn't want to believe herself.

But being Ashley, she did anyway.