She started to stretch but quickly stopped when she realized that she was still fully clothed and lying in a strange angle. An annoyed groan turned into a completely pitiful whine as Spencer thought of the physical effort needed to remedy the issues at hand. Mentally preparing herself, she stayed still for a moment before sucking in a deep breath and hoisting herself up, rolling over the edge of the bed. Her eyes swept the room, trying to gather her thoughts of what she needed to do first. They finally fell to the bed, and the body that was sprawled there.

A small giggle escaped her lips while she let the image soak into her memory. One golden leg was raised higher than the other, but both pants to the pajamas (Which Spencer now saw were completely mismatched with the top she blindly grabbed from the bureau the night before) had ridden up to bunch around the knees. The mass of brown curls was blocking the face she could only imagine looked so peaceful. No frowns, no smiles. Just smooth planes of skin, sloping and dipping, to make the face that was Ashley Davies.

Shaking her head, she began padding around the room, gathering some pajamas before heading down the hall quietly to the bathroom.

She hadn't been asleep for more than an hour. Something was pulling her. Pulling her so she was lying down on her back.

She was so far gone from coherent thought, her eyes fighting to flutter open only to slide shut moments later. She vaguely recalled an arm being placed around her middle. A face was settled in the crook of her shoulder. She was warm, and that's all that mattered.

That and sleep.

Spencer rubbed the towel roughly against her head, trying not to drip as she shut Ashley's door softly behind her. She wasn't expecting to hear a voice from the bed.

"Morning."

Spencer gasped, jumping slightly. "Oh my god! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people?"

"Saying 'Morning' from across the room is sneaking up on you? That's pretty sad, Spence." A smirk curled Ashley's lips. There goes the stomach again. Spencer sighed in mock defeat.

"I'm jumpy. Sue me." She made her way to Ashley's bureau, grabbing a hair clip and twisting her wet hair to the top of her head. She tossed her towel to the laundry hamper in the corner before turning to look back at the girl who was now sitting up.

Spencer stood there, crossing one arm around her middle, the other hanging at her side. She started to feel a chill. A drop of water was sliding from her hair down the back of her neck. Ashley was biting on her bottom lip. The combination caused Spencer to flush. Spencer saw Ashley notice it, and watched as the girl cocked her head to the side, amusement in her voice.

"Come here."

Spencer obeyed, but not without a pause. A look of slight paranoia held fast on her face as she took the few steps to the bed. The mattress dipped accordingly when she lowered herself gingerly in front of Ashley.

"What was that this morning?"

Blue eyes shot downwards. Suddenly, they seemed entranced in the bedspread. Fingers followed, tracing the pattern. Spencer opened her mouth, a sound coming out and then it was stopped by her lips closing again. But Ashley wasn't letting her off. She reached over and placed her hand over Spencer's.

"They are not the only choice."

The blonde swallowed and looked up at Ashley, meeting her eyes. Out of habit, she reached to push hair behind her ear that wasn't there. She mentally cursed the hair clip.

"I like you." A dark eyebrow arched. Spencer pushed onwards. "Which, is obvious, yeah, I know. But…I'm okay with doing this now." She turned her hand over and curled her fingers around the others. "I think, anyhow."

"Spence, if this is because of-"

"No! I mean, it was, but it's not. It's because of everything. Even that. It's just…I trust you. You aren't going to take me to some make out spot and dump me off somewhere if I turn you down. You won't let me throw myself at you when I'm drunk and take advantage of it…" As her voice gained more confidence, she began scooting closer to Ashley until their knees were touching.

"If I'm going to be with people, and thinking about you, why should I even bother with the charade?" She paused, taking a breath. "And, if I'm going to be finding out who I am, I can't do it without my best friend…You had me worried last night."

"I know Spence. I'm sorry, and I've been saying that a lot lately, but believe me. I was upset. I thought I lost my chance. So I vented. I vented in a bad way. But...You did come rescue me."

A smile was beginning to form on the brunette's face, and Spencer couldn't help but grin widely.

"You still have your chance, Ashley." She felt her cheeks begin burning. "And so do I."

She felt a hand brush her cheek before fingers slid into her wet hair, pulling her closer. Ashley's face was coming. Her breath began to wash over the blonde. Spencer crinkled her nose and turned her face to the side.

"Ash…You have beer and puke morning breath…" She placed a quick kiss to her jaw before Ashley groaned in annoyance, falling back onto the bed.

Even as Spencer watched with a smile as Ashley stomped around the room, crying aloud about her hangover like a child, she couldn't help the nagging feeling of what was going to happen when she told her family…