Hello again guys! Thanks a million to those of you who have read a reviewed. Lucky for you guys I have half days the rest of the week, and possibly might be able to squeeze in an update each day. So here is chapter two, enjoy :]

Stolen Hearts

[Spencer's P.O.V]

It's been one month. One month since my whole life has come crashing down. One month since I left everything, and everyone, I had finally begun to love. One month since the one person whom I put all my trust into, stole my heart, took it, hide it, and ran. That seems to be what Ashley does whenever things start to get more advanced. It's always been hard between us, I knew it would be and so did she. But, we both jumped into it knowing what was going to happen. Except, Aiden wasn't on our to-do list, or he wasn't on mine anyway. I knew being with her would never be easy, hell she even warned me, but it was a risk I was more than willing to take. I always thought that she gave me this look, a look reserved for only me. Until prom night proved me oh so wrong. That look in her eye, as she held onto Aiden's shoulders and stared into his eyes, was a look I had seen so many times from Ash. I tried to ignore the fact that she had been pulling away, I really tried.

I had always known her and Aiden had this bond that was unbreakable. I respected that, and I never wanted to come in between that. But there is a big difference between best friends, and 'I want to do you' friends. The look in Aiden's eyes was that of a horny teenage boy. I'm not saying he's not in love with her, because I know he is. I'm just saying that I know Ashley, and she would get so bored of that so fast. I also knew that I had to get in between their so called bond. Because when you decide to confess love to my girlfriend, on my prom night, OUR night, someone has to do something.

But big evil Spencer has yet to really come out full force and instead scared shy me comes out and all I could do was ask her to dance, knowing that they weren't going to acknowledge my standing right next to them. Then I did the next best thing, run away in tears! But at least she followed me; at least she cared enough to chase me down. And in heals, too. Though the jockstrap had to follow her, I don't even know what any of us girls ever saw in him. By now I was frantic and all I wanted was my Ashley back. I got into this mindset where it was like I was no longer there, but I was watching everything unfold. It was like I was at home sitting there, watching it on television. I have no memory of thinking what to say, thinking of how to act. I just watched myself breakdown, screaming, begging for Ashley.

Gunshots. That's what brought me back to reality. One sound that forever haunts my dreams. I don't even remember most of it. I just remember Aiden falling, Ashley pushing me out of the way, her screaming Aiden's name, and my brother falling. It's all a blur. I went back to my television mode, and watched everything again. I watched the shooters drive away, the paramedics pull up. I watched as both Glen and Aiden get taken away forever. And I watched as my whole life came down in the split second of gunfire.

The days after were hard for everyone. Whether you knew any of the victims, whether you were there. Everyone was in a state of shock. Prom was supposed to be the highlight of our whole high school career. No one was supposed to be lost that night. I went to Aiden's memorial service against everything my mind told me. I cried for him. He was a good person, I knew that. Ashley was there; she never once lifted her head, or said a word. She pulled away from everyone, and we all could see her getting so lost in herself. I had helped my parents set up for Glen's service. I said goodbye to my only brother. I said goodbye to the life I had. And reluctantly, I had told Ashley goodbye too. I needed time. SHE needed time. One of us needed to grow up, and I knew it wasn't me. Regardless of if she would have chosen me, Aiden was dead, and I was the only choice. I needed to know one hundred percent that there was never a choice, and with Aiden gone now, I'd never know what could have happened.

Moving back to Ohio was hard at first. LA had really grown on me, compliments of Ash. But families need to be together, we needed to rebuild ourselves. Was moving back the right option, I'm not too sure. But we did, we're here, and I can't change that. It's been a month, a long month. A month of sitting waiting to see Glen walk through that door, throw his shoes somewhere and come yell at me for watching some, in his words, 'stupid documentary'. I'm waiting for Ashley to show up in her Porsche and take me to the beach so we can just talk for hours. I'm waiting to wake up from this nightmare that is my life.

I've had a lot of time to think about everything that has happened this year. I realized how many people I had to say goodbye to. Somewhere within all the memories, I remembered something Ashley had told me a long time ago, before we were actually together. She said that someone once told her that in life we only need one thing, and that's to give ourselves to someone else. She was right, we all need that. She had that; actually she still has that because she never gave back what I gave her, my heart.

I figure that saying goodbye isn't the hardest thing we'll ever do in life. The hardest thing to do is remember and look back at that time when we first said hello, and thinking we'd never have to say goodbye.

I'm Spencer Carlin, and this is my story of losing everything I had, and having my heart helplessly stolen.