I sigh, "Why do I feel like your heroine?"

"What?" she says stumbling over her own feet.

I grab her by the arm for a second time, "C'mon, I'm taking you home."

"I knew you always wanted me." she says slurring her words, it's definitely time for her to go home.

"Yeah, look," I guide her body into a chair, "Sit here until I get back, okay?"

She falls back, "Where are you..." she trails off.

I clap my hands together and just stare at her, "Alright then." I walk back to Pac Sun and up to the cash register, the one Erin's working on, "I have to take off early."

"Oh yeah, why?" she asks.

"My... friend needs my help." I say hesitantly because, well, duh, Ashley's not my friend.

"And what kind of help is that?"

"She's—you're being fairly nosey, what do you care?" I ask, "I'm guessing it's because you want me, right?" I say turning it around on her.

She sucks her teeth as she rolls her eyes, "Totally."

"But seriously, I have to go, I think she might have alcohol poisoning." I make sad puppy eyes.

She looks at me without saying a word, "Okay fine. Go save her, super girl."

I blow a kiss at her before running out the store back to Ashley. When I get back Ashley's passed out with her head lying on the table. "Ashley?" I say, "Ashley?" I say again only this time I shake her lightly; she doesn't budge.

I pull her up on her legs and toss one of her arms over my shoulder which is a hassle, "You could help me a little bit couldn't you?"

"I could but I won't." she says in mumbles but I understand her, I used to speak the language of the drunk fluently.

I roll my eyes and drag her outside, "I need your keys, where are they?"

"In my back pocket." she says.

"Okay." I say before reaching into her right back pocket.

After getting the keys out of her ass pocket I press a button on her key chain so I can find the car. I sure as hell wasn't gonna ask her, it's like talking to... a drunk wall. Okay, not a good analogy but it'd be pointless.

Shortly after finding her car and getting her settled in the passenger's side seat, I'm finally driving her back home. She's sleeping like a baby. I'll take this chance to call Erika and tell her what's up. I call and she doesn't answer; I get her voice mail. "So I'm guessing your doing your college thing and getting drunk. Well, guess who's also getting drunk? Ashley Davies. And guess who's taking care of her?" I pause to make it more dramatic, "Yeah, she shows up at the mall drunk off her ass. I'm driving her home right now. I don't think I'm gonna need you to pick me up because I'm gonna look out for her. Call me later." I flip my phone closed then maneuver it back into my pocket.

Ten minutes pass and we finally make it to Ashley's mansion, and that is definitely no understatement. I look over at her and there's no way she's gonna help me move her carcass. I guess I'm on my own.

After trucking her limp body up the stairs I toss her, lightly, on her bed. "You're so rough." she says scooting to the top of the bed.

I sit next to her on the bed and sigh from exhaustion, "And now you wake up."

"You know, when you first came here..." she starts to speak in muffles so I turn around to see if she's suffocating herself. She's pulling her shirt over her head and I missed half of what she said, "...hot. I mean, you have a nice body and I think your gorgeous but when--" she finally pulls the shirt off, "Ugh. But when I found out that you knew Spencer I got kinda scared, you know?"

"Scared, why?" I say. I don't even know why I'm talking to her when she's super drunk, but studies show that drunk people tell the truth.

She falls flat on her back but still continues to talk, "Spence told me that back in Ohio she had a thing for you and I just thought it would come back, you know?" She sighs, "And that's why I was such a ass to you. I want Spencer all to myself."

"Yeah?" I say pulling off her high heels, yeah, I'm nice.

"Definitely..." she trails off.

After pulling off her heels I look over my shoulder, at her. What a peaceful drunk she is. I stand up, walk to the right side of the bed, where she's laying, and I take the hair clip out of her hair and then turn around to place it on her nightstand. By the time I turn back around, her pants are already down pass her knees, "Wh—what are you doing?" well, obviously I know what she's doing but...

She continues to slide out of her pants, I guess I have that affect... weird time to joke about it though, "I'm taking off your—my pants and I thought I was the drunk one." she giggles, "And I almost said taking off your pants." and she, yet again, giggles like a little school girl.

I smile as she kicks her jeans onto the floor, "That's funny, Ashley."

"Mhmm." she snuggles up in her blankets and I must say, they look hella comfortable.

I walk to the foot of her bed and stand stupidly looking around her room. I've never really seen her room. It's amazingly huge and it's so... awesome. But one thing in particular catches my eye: her Purple Venom memorial or collection. It must've been horrible for Ashley to lose her dad. But wait, what about Kyla? I mean, were they even close, like, that close? Was he, like, I don't know, two-timing the families? Kyla's so strong, I mean, everyone sees her ass the bastard child, yes, she got a lot of attention for it but who really wants to be known for something like that. Just for that and nothing else.

When I look away from the memorial type thing I see Ashley sitting up staring at me, "What?" I think she said something and I didn't hear her.

"I don't bite, you can sleep on the bed with me." she says.

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Apparently Ashley doest bite lol

xoxo