"Yeah. What are you doing here?" she asks me.

"Spencer lives here." I say. I feel like I should be doing some more explaining because by me just saying that kinda implies that Spencer and I are--

"Did you come here with her?" Chrissy asks, still smiling, I hope she's over me.

I scrunch up my face, "Um, no. Not really. It's actually pretty complicated."

She chuckles, "Well, you're definitely the same old Ashley. Can't make up your mind."

I shrug, "Yep." kinda chilly out here, "Hey, you wanna go inside? Getting kinda cold out here."

She nods, "Yeah. Perfect night for me to decide to wear a skimpy skirt, huh?"

"Perfect timing. It looks good on you by the way." I say smiling. I don't think that was flirting, I mean it's just a friendly compliment.

"Thanks." she says smiling.

I nod and we walk inside.

I don't know where Kyla or Spencer disappeared to. Chrissy and I stopped by the kitchen to get something to drink. I remembered that she likes hard lemonade and I handed that to her right off the bat. I got myself a sprite, I'm not really feeling the drinking thing tonight. Don't ask me why because I couldn't tell you.

We find a place on the couch to sit and talk. "So I'm guessing you still don't have a girlfriend?" She asks me.

I shake my head, "Nope. I still don't."

"Hm." she says taking a swig of her lemonade.

"What about you? Got someone special?" I ask.

She smiles, "Yeah."

I smirk, "Really, who's this special someone?"

"Well, you apparently went out with them, er, you had relations with them."

Shit, that could be half the female population of California, "That doesn't really narrow anything down." not that I'm a slut or anything. Well, I don't try to be, it just works out that way.

She laughs, "She's meeting me here, you'll probably get to meet her."

Who the hell is it? I don't want to meet someone I hated a long time ago.

"There she is," Chrissy glows and stands up, "Over here." she waves at someone near the kitchen.

I stand to see who it is. Oh God, "Robin?"

Chrissy looks at me and smiles, "Yeah," then she turns back to Robin who's standing right in front of us.

What the hell? This is horrible. Robin Townsend. It was definitely a love-hate relationship. I mean we dated but it wasn't like a girlfriend-girlfriend thing. We hated each other but loved to... do the things we did. I hated her voice. It's like someone's scratching up a balloon with a mixture of someone drowning a cat. Absolutely horrible.

They give one another a kiss on the lips. It wasn't innocent. There was Robin's tongue stabbing in and out of Chrissy's mouth. I don't think Chrissy liked it too much, "Robin." Chrissy says looking down at her feet. She's blushing, she's embarrassed or disgusted. I'm disgusted.

Robin stops trying to kill poor Chrissy with her tongue and finally notices me, "Ashley. "

"Robin, hi." I respond. I'm overfilled with joy. Oops, there goes my sarcasm.

Robin wraps her arm around Chrissy's waist. Kinda like she's marking her territory, "Hey, long time no see. How have you been?"

I shrug, "Okay, you?"

She looks at Chrissy, smiles then looks back to me, "Things have recently gotten better."

I nod slowly, "That's good."

"Hey," Chrissy chimes in looking at Robin, "Do you want something to drink? I'm gonna get another lemonade."

Robin looks at Chrissy, "Yeah, see if you can find--"

I still remember what she drinks, "Vodka on the rocks. Preferably Grey Goose, right?" I ask.

Both look at me. Chrissy's smiling and Robin's looking a bit shocked, "Yeah, that's what I want. I'm surprised you still remember."

I shrug, "Me too."

"Okay, well, I'll be right back. I want to give you guys a little bit of time to catch up." Chrissy smiles and walks away.

Robin watches her walk away. Robin was wilder than I was when we were doing what we did together. And she's a lot looser and wilder than Chrissy. Ew. Chrissy's too good for her but, hey, then again it's none of my business. "Good catch." she says turning back to me.

I nod, "Yep, nice job." then I sit down.

Robin follows my lead and sits beside me, "Mhmm. You don't ever think about wanting her back, right?"

I shake my head, "No."

"And why is that?" she asks curiously.

"We want different things. It wouldn't work out." I say giving her the honest reason.

"Good." she says smirking. Evil smirk. Mine could never look like that. Ugh, I still hate her. After all this time... I still hate her—well, strongly dislike her.

I raise an eyebrow, "What do you mean good?"

She sighs, "I don't want to have to worry about you trying to win her back."

"What? How do you even--"

She holds up her hand which stops me from talking, "Look, she told me when we first starting dating that if you ever changed your mind and wanted something more than just sex with her then she'd dump me in a second. She said she loved you."

I open my mouth but she cuts me off before I can say anything.

"She loves you, still. Even after you scorned her. And don't say you didn't because I know the damage you can do."

I roll my eyes, "I didn't scorn you. Psh, if anything it was the other way around. I never--" I stop myself . Now is not the time to even bring up that past, "You have nothing to worry about. I don't want to be anything more than just friends with Chrissy."

"But that's the thing. I know what being your friend entails and I would prefer if that didn't apply to my girlfriend."

Did she seriously just say that? She definitely did. She just told me I cant be friends with her girlfriend. She's such a crazy broad.

A smirk creeps across my face, "You can't tell me to do that."

"I just did." she says snidely.

I scoff, "And what if I don't? Hmm? What if I don't stay away from her? What are you gonna do to me?"

"I don't think you want to see." Robin says with a evil, bitchy smirk plastered across her stupid face. Bitch.

"I don't think threatening me is gonna do anything but make me pissed off." I'm not taking this anymore. I stand up, "You're still as crazy as you were when we were together." I shake my head and walk away.

Chrissy stops me on my way past the kitchen, "Hey, what's up?" I think she senses my distress, I'm not exactly hiding my anger. My face says it all.

"Your girlfriend--" maybe I should think before I speak. Robin could be the girl that can get her over me, fully. "Is great. Good luck with that."

"What are--"

"Look, I gotta go—I gotta find Kyla but it was nice talking to you. Um, text me sometime." I say smiling.

"Are you gonna actually text me back?" she asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I will." I say sincerely. I will. I'll try.

We exchange smiles and I walk away.

I want to find Spencer. I really want to talk to her. I mean I wanted to come here together with her but... I don't know what happened to that. I think I opened my big mouth when it wasn't necessary and said something I shouldn't have. I walk into the kitchen and grab another sprite. I don't think I'm going anywhere near Robin just to get my sprite, 'F' that.

After I get my drink I walk around the house asking people, left and right, if they've seen Spencer. I get all the same responses. 'No' or 'I saw her earlier but I don't know' or just 'I dunno' oh, and my favorite: 'No, I was too busy looking for you'. That last one was kinda off topic but my ego did get a little bigger but that's not the point, right?

I search the dining room, living room and kitchen. Still no Spencer. Maybe she's in her room, I'll check there next.

I begin to walk past the bathroom to get to the stairs and someone grabs me and pulls me into the bathroom. How creepy, right? I tear from the person's grip on my hand and turn on the lights. I roll my eyes, "Erin?" this is getting ridiculous.

She smiles an evil smile, "Hey." she says giving me a little wave.

I put my hand up to my forehead, "Are you kidding? You almost gave me a fucking heart attack."

"Sorry." she says sounding really sincere and... truly sorry. Bullshit.

I take my hand away from my head and stand up straight then sigh, "Why did you pull me in here in the first place?"

She starts walking toward me, slowly. She was at least ten feet away from me before she started moving, "I want to talk."

I roll my eyes, "You ever think you talk too much sometimes? I mean it's just a thought. And plus we already talked. You want to talk about global warming because I can do that. Because, I mean, this," I point a finger back and forth between me and her, "Is solved. This is over. What else is there?"

She's a good foot away from my face, "But I don't want it to be. I don't want this to be over."

"And it's all about what you want, huh? Didn't," I use air quotes, "what you want get us where we are now. This is what you wanted. We're not together. We're not anything. Aren't you happy with--"

She cuts me off with a quickness, "No, I'm not happy. I was a lothappier with you. I realize that now."

I sigh, "Well, now is too late." I bite on my bottom lip, "Isn't Madison like watching you or something? Shouldn't you be--"

She cuts me off again, "I don't care what Madison thinks anymore. I don't. I'll walk out of this bathroom, walk right up to her and tell her that I love you."

"Ugh!" I make a frustrated noise, "Stop saying that."

She steps a little bit closer to me, if that's even possible. I mean she was already pretty damn close to begin with, "It's true. And you love me. I'm sure everyday you've thought about me for at least half second if not more." She's getting closer and she puts her hands on each of my shoulders, "We can forget everything in the past and start over." She looks at my lips and licks hers, "Simple. No Worries."

I close my eyes and tell myself to just let it happen but something pops in my head. Or someone. Spencer.

I open my eyes and push Erin away politely and her hands fall from my shoulders, "I can't."

"Why not?"

I take my hands off of her, "There's... someone else." I say with pride but I don't know why. But I do have a theory. Maybe it's because this is the first time I've felt this way. First time I truly, honestly felt that I could be with someone. I want Spencer so bad and I am not willing to let go.

Erin crosses her arms and leans back on her heels. She narrows her eyes at me and stares at me like she's looking into my soul. I don't think I have one though, I might've sold it to the devil, "Spencer." she says with no question.

I smile stupidly, "Yeah. Yeah." I think it over and nod, "Yeah, it's Spencer."

I've come to the conclusion that Erin might be a tab bit crazy... but aww how cute is Ashley? xoxo