Happy Easter - whether your Christian or not I know I'm not - what better way is there to remember the murder of your messiah than eating hollow chocolate eggs?
Meh.
Sorry about the lack of updates - like I said on a different fic; I got a social life(ish) and got ill. Plus, has anyone seen my muse - about 5'7, brunette with green eyes, anyone? Meh.

Thanks for all the feedback - it feeds both the ego and the soul

Plus, I know I arsed up Ashley's characterisation - sue me
And on with the fic

Hehe, that tickles.

Ugh, body parts I didn't even know I had ache, there's a dull pounding at the back of my head and, egh, that's it, I'm never doing coke again.

"Are you okay?" Uh, it feels like I've swallowed a cactus, plus why the hell doesn't the sun have an "off" switch.

"Yeah, are you?" aw, she's like my own private nurse/guardian angel – I still feel like shit though.

Whoa, note-to-self, don't sit up to fast, eugh, or even at all, "Last night was rough. Were you okay to take care of me?" I can hear my voice cracking; I don't think I've ever craved water so much.

"Was there an option?" Well, maybe not for goody-goody religious do-gooders – such as herself.

"Yeah, what most people do when they're around me; leave." Jesus, I sound like a martyr, I don't mean to be – people just seem to flock away from me. Except for Spence', sigh, I hope she never leaves me. Christ, I'm pathetic.

"No way, then life would just be too predictable." Predictable? Not, "don't worry Ash' I'll never leave your side because I'm head-over-heel's in love with you", what's a girl gotta do to get a break?

I turn to face her, damnit, when doesn't she look good – does she not even move in her sleep? Granted my vision isn't twenty-twenty at the moment, but that doesn't diminish how good she looks; the sun is illuminating her face, making her look like an angel and, jeez, when did I become this pitiable? I'm supposed to be "hardcore" – I do drugs, sleep with x number of different girls, break as many laws as I can; I'm rock and roll. I'm not a sap! How does she do this to me?

Considering how crap I feel, part of me is obliged to ask, "How do I look?"

"Good." Liar.

"You suck at lying," I deadpan and she laughs, "but I'm glad you try."

Ooh, I think we're on the verge of having a moment…

"Rise and shine darling," Goddamnit! We were almost having a moment, stupid neglectful mother – typical the first time I see her all week and she's ruining my month. "I'm heading out for the day and I might not be home tonight." Oh, the shock revelation! "Really Ashley, I tolerate your playmates," Playmates? Wait, did I just hear Spencer's jaw drop? "But do they have to be here in the morning?" I want to say something, really I do, to defend Spencer's honour, but my brain is only working at half speed.

"Oh, I'm sorry I just fell asleep." That's right she did, she was looking after me – whoa, she was looking after me – and she fell asleep with me. In my bed and…we were in bed together, this is so not how I pictured waking up after sleeping with her. Well this isn't really how I planned on sleeping with Spencer either – such an opportunity missed – whatever; I really want to bitchslap my mother – and now more than usual.

"You remember my friend Spencer, right mum?" I doubt she does, it's all the botox and collagen – it's flooded her brain.

"Right, look honey, I can't leave you if you insist on bringing home this kind of, friend." Sure, just because every other teenage girl in this city is a whore, just assume that Spence' is too – nice.

"Actually, I just came to take care of her." See, someone cares about me, and see – she's nice.

"And I'm sure you did that very well." Fuck, stop offending her! Although, I can think of a few ways Spencer can "take care" of me, and, no! Argh, stupid teenage boy's brain! The girl you just so happen to be head-over-heel's in love with is getting verbally smacked down by your slipshod mother, do something idiot!

"Mum, can you just please try to be nice." Way to come to her defence, ugh; I make a crap dyke in shinning armour.

"Oh, I have been, to Paige who stole my credit cards, to Elizabeth who passed out eating my Valium, and then there was the one with the piercing; she just moved," Blah, blah, blah. Because I'm the only one who's ever made a mistake and had bad judgment in people – I'm not, I know for a fact that dad had bad judgment; well he did pick her after all I really don't want to get into all of this again, " in and we had to have the help get rid of her." Blah! "Here, this ought to cover you 'till I get home." Yay, way to deal with a problem child; throw some money in their general direction – like I don't have my own debit and credit cards anyway. "Ciao." And goodbye to you, mummy dearest, I hope you don't accidentally choke when you're sucking off your latest boy-toy.

And Spencer had to witness that; great! "I'm so sorry."

"This how it is every morning?" Wouldn't that be just the best way to start each day?

"No this only happens once a month, when I see her." Which is once a month too often.

I can feel the bed shift under Spencer's weight as she sits down, "Did you really sleep with all those girls?" Ha, and then some, I'm rock and roll baby!

"Those are just the one's she found out about." Whoa, she doesn't look happy, oh shit – I've just bollocked things up again haven't I? "They never meant anything."

"And that makes it better?" Hello walls! Hello uncomfortable silence! And hello loneliness.

Spencer couldn't wait to get away from me, muttering something about me having a shower and eating something – trying to get nutrients and vitamins back into my system. So, I scurried off to the bathroom and listened to Spencer fumble around my room and then run off out of my house.

I watched the taxi drive away and went back to bed – far too lethargic and dejected to do anything else. Yay for Sundays!