The party drug by slowly, of coarse being the only 20yr old there was definantly not helping things. Even Travis was having a few drink, much to Azlyns surprise. She'd known him since they were toddlers, and not once seen him drink. By 2am the party winded down, and everyone took off leaving Azlyn to spend the night with Trav. She watched as he set up her sleeping bag on his bedroom floor and grabbed her a pillow. "Pj's would be great" she grinned walking tword his dresser. "Mind if i shop around?"

Travis laughed and shook his head, "if you must..."

That was all she needed to hear. She dug around his dresser looking for his black basketball shorts and her favorite tee-shirt.

"ohh..."she murmered as she held it up, blood stains spotted the entire thing.

"I forgot i.." travis grabbed the shirt before she could say anymore, and did his best to hide his frown as he grabbed her another shirt. Azlyn sighed as she changed, not caring that he was right behind her, looking in her direction. She shrugged into the shirt and sat on the edge of his bed, her thoughts consumed with thoughts of her accident.

"stop thinking about it" he pleaded softly, pulling his friend into his arms. "its been over a year, and i've finaly got you talking to me. Lets not spoil this yet." he murmered into her hair.

"I won't. Its just hard not to think about." she mumbled, resting her head against his chest. She'd missed her best friend more than she was willing to admit. But it wasnt easy to be be reminded of the day she'd killed her boyfriend and nearly herself.

"Reid wouldnt want you to be soo"

"Reid would want to be here, and not just an angel watching over me!" she snapped back, fighting away tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. Travis hummed softly as he soothed her, it didnt take long before she'd fallen asleep. Why did he have to be so damn comfortable?

Azlyns dreams were speckled with memories of the accident, just like every other night, she practicly relived the day she rolled Travis' rally car, killing her boyfriend and nearly herself.

-dream-

They laughed in unison as the car whipped around the turn, the speed pushing 130. Azlyns smile was wider than anything Reid had ever seen, Or, ever would see. A much sharper turn approached surprising both Azlyn and Reid. She spun the wheel turning the car much more roughly than it'd alowed. The car rolled once and landing on the passanger side, sliding down the dirt path. Azlyn opened her eyes to see reids lifeless body strapped in next to her. Azlyn busted out into sobs as she franticly struggled to unbuckle herself, fighting against the throb of her broken wrist.

Travis shook her awake, a frenzied, anxious look burning through his eyes. "AZ! AZ WAKE UP!" he yelled as he shook her shoulders. Azlyn pulled her eyes open to find she'd been crying in her sleep, and not just in her dream. She sat up some rubbing the tears from her cheeks. Travis pulled her into his arms again. fighting back tears of his own. He hated to see his long time friend in such bad shape. Depressed was an understatment for the shape she was in. Azlyn layed against him momentarly, untill she was awake enough to function. "Now you know how you're family feels when you have your dreams" she mumbled against him.

"Wrong, i scream, I dont hyperventolate, shake, and cry like someones been murdered" His voice sounded more angry than worried.

"Someone has.." she murmerd. Travis dropped the subject knowing at once what she was dreaming about. He looked to the clock as Azlyn climbed out of bed to use the bathroom. 5am. Fantastic. He groaned as he pulled himself to his feet and slipped sweat pants on over his boxers.

Azlyn was thankful for travis when she crawled up onto the bed with him. burrying herself against him. "Want to sleep a bit more?" he asked as he pulled the blankets over her, and held her close. "mhm" she hummed. She hated to be alone, and sleep alone. She'd lay against anyone who let her if they wouldnt take it the wrong way. Travis was her safe haven. He would never take advantage of her when she needed someone to lay with, and didnt take things the wrong way. He was simple, a small town guy, just as she was a small town girl.