Never thought I'd get back here before Christmas, sorry for the delay guys. Short chapter but hey, UPDATE!

I own SoN? Uuuuh NO! (pssh, where would you get that idea from?)

CHAPTER 4: And Your Name Is...?

I've been staring in the mirror for twelve minutes now; my eyes feel sore from all the crying. Right now I feel like I'm about to pass out, damnalcohol. I splash some more water on my face, I've got to be hallucinating, it's like I can see her, standing right beside me, her smile, those piercing green eyes. Shit, why is this happening? Shaking my head so my brain rattles doesn't make the images go away, it only hurts.

"Ashley," her voice is as clear as day

"You're not real," I can't believe this is happening to me.

"Ash, it's ok."

I can't help but fall on the floor, again with the memories, and the tears.

"Baby I'm so sorry,if I could I would take it all back," the tears are flooding in and I'm not trying to stop them, I'm tired. I don't hear her voice anymore but I feel strong arms wrap around me as I grovel in my own pity on the floor. The incessant pain in my chest hurts so badly. I swore at that point I was going to die, drunk and alone, on the bathroom floor of a bar. Well, not alone.

"Sshh, it's ok, I got you."

I feel fingers brushing away the hair from my face and holding my head against a firm chest as I'm being rocked back and forth, there are lips placing kisses to the top of my head.

I shouldn't have had so much to drink, there's a bad taste in my mouth and if I know myself I'm about to—.

Jesus Christ my head, this pounding can not be normal. I roll and fall on the floor. Fuck, that hurt. Where the hell am I? It takes a while for my eyes to adjust to the dark, there's a dim light to the far side of the room, ok this is definitely not my house. Oh shit, I've been kidnapped, raped, damn I need to get an HIV test done, my heart starts pounding in my chest and I try to get up off the floor but I only make it a back to the couch I fell from, I'm so weak and this room is getting darker than it was before.

The room is brighter than I remember it, my headache is faint but it's still there. I smell lavender, and fresh cut grass, sounds like its raining too; I close my eyes and take in the sound of rain on the window pane. The smile on my lips quickly fades when I hear a voice.

"You're awake," she's standing over me, and she's smiling, what the hell is going on? When she asks me if I'm okay I simply nod, the taste in my mouth is deadly, I need a mint, I reach in back pocket, perfect, tic-tac. I expertly pop two in my mouth before drinking the glass of water she hands me, and she's still smiling, this is starting to get creepy.

"Are you feeling better?" she scoots down and feels my forehead with the back of her hand, "You had a slight fever."

"I try to speak but I realize my throat is dryer than my body had let on. Of all the times to be sick."

"Let me guess, hoarse throat? Drink this," she lifts the spoon and puts it to my mouth, I'm not sure what's in there but I figured if she wanted to poison me she would have already. I lick my lips, mmm, this tastes pretty good.

She laughs and her eyes light up, "Good right? Honey, lime, garlic and eucalyptus, it's an old Caribbean remedy, works miracles."

"I see," quirking my eyebrows at her. "Where am I?" I've wanted to ask that for a while now.

"My place, don't worry, it's not far from the bar. In case you're wondering, no we didn't have sex," is she serious?

"You were crying, threw up, then fainted and I didn't have anyone to call so…"

My cheeks are burning right now, I'm so embarrassed…I can't believe I made such a fool of myself, kill me now. I groan inwardly as I bring my hand up to cover my eyes. It doesn't take long before I feel her pull my hand away, cradling my face with her own, she smiling again, but she needs to stop.

"It happens," she says simply, trying to make me feel better.

"Not to me," I snarl.

"If you say so," she gets up and saunters off to the kitchen, hmm nice ass, no Ashley damn it , you need to leave.

I sit upright on the couch and rest my head on my knees, still too dizzy to take everything in.

"My head feels like a ton of bricks fell on it," it's a good thing I don't have work tomorrow, thank you Jessie, yes I'm still mad.

She comes back into the room with my jeans and t-shirt in hand. I hadn't even realized I wasn't wearing my own clothes, my cheeks start burning again and I know she's staring at me. I sheepishly look up to see her eyes shining.

"Wow, you offend easily,"

"No, I just—this just doesn't always happen to me."

She quirks her eyebrow, "You said 'doesn't always' does that mean it's happened before?"

"No, never," I say softly. Why is she overanalyzing everything? That's my job.

"Here, I put them in the wash; I hope you don't mind the soap I used."

I bring the bundle to my nose and inhale deeply, lavender and lilies.

"I just might switch," I tell her smiling; it's the first time I've smiled all night.

"Don't, you already smell perfect." She turns away as soon as she says this, I don't think that was meant for my ears. When she turns back to me I can't help the cocky grin that's on my face.

After I change I find her in the kitchen with a bowl of ice-cream in her hand as she leans against the counter eating.

"Want some?"

"No, I should really get going, thank you."

She sighs and pushes herself off the counter, "Your car is parked at the back of the bar so it's safe," shoving her hand in her front pocket she pulls out keys of her own, "I'm driving."

This is so not happening, "How about I drive and I'll bring your car back tomorrow,"

"You're drunk, crash my car and your insurance wont be able to cover it,"

"You'd be surprised to know,"

"Get pulled over by the cops and my car gets impounded and a bad rep, I'll kill you."

I raise my brow at her, she's not taking me home and that's just about it this night has already gone too far from strange.

"I'll walk," I scowl at her.

"You don't know where you are and it's raining outside,"

"I'll manage."

"Let me drive you home or crash here for the night, pick one."

Suddenly her driving me home doesn't seem so bad, I don't think I can stay here with her, she—she's infuriating! This is the type of shit that happens when you leave your house, Jessie and her stupid argument. I miss her, I hope she's been ok since I've been gone; I left her alone at the house and not in the best state. Now I regret getting mad at her in the first place.

"Have you decided yet?" she seriously has the worst timing, can't she see I'm trying to show my situation with Jess some sympathy?

"Sure," this is bound to be an interesting ride, not likely.

Except for me giving directions the ride to my house was pretty much quiet, and then I made the stupid mistake of humming to a Brad Paisley song before 'accidentally' belting out the chorus.

"You sing," she nodded her confirmation without needing an answer from me. If I could have sunk lower into that passenger seat I would've.

"It's the house on the right," pointing to my house.

"Nice digs," how she managed to see anything in the rain is beyond me.

"Thank you…for the ride,"

"You're welcome Ashley," it's the first time I've heard her say my name and it just made me realize that I've yet to know hers.

"You can call me blondie," she smirks at me.

"Mind reader huh?"

"The best,"

I could kill her right now, and I'm pretty sure she can tell from the look I'm giving her.

"Good night,"

I go to open the door and she grabs my wrist causing me to look back. My skin is burning.

"He—here," she lets go of my hand reaches to the back seat for an umbrella, "You can give it back tomorrow when you come to pick up your car."

I take it without answering, then open the door and leave. I know; rude but I couldn't afford for my voice to crack in her presence. When I open the door, the lights are off and Jessie's asleep on the couch. I sneak pass her to avoid confrontation and run upstairs to get changed, when I get back down she's still sleeping. I go to draw the curtains at the window and realize she's still out there.

and your thoughts are?