Okay so, I think I'm going to change up where I was originally going to take this story. I was all up and ready to take it one way, but you know how it is with writers, they can never make up their minds. Lol, here's the next chapter. Again flashbacks are in italics. I apologize in advance if the dialogue in the flashbacks aren't exactly what happened in the show, I'm just going off memory.

Stolen Hearts

[Ashley's P.O.V.]

I'm in the car next to Spencer as we drive to our first location, King High. We haven't really been talking, we're just sitting in silence, it's not awkward, but it's not exactly comfortable. I think that has to do with the fact that we're both going to have to relive that night we both have grown to hate. As we drive up to the school, and the first thing I see is the quad.

I still can't believe that Spencer and Aiden just ditched me last night. I really thought she understood how important them being there to see me play was. I see Spencer walk over here, but I choose to ignore it and listen to my music.

"I want my flask back"

I do really.

"Fine. The smell alone starts up the yak-fest again."

Cool.

"Well, at least you had Aiden to hold your hair back."

Okay, maybe that was a little mean, but I do have the right to be upset. But watching as her face falls, I can tell I actually may have hurt her. I should be angry, but it's so hard.

"Listen about Aiden, I don't-"

Oh gosh, I don't even want to hear about Aiden.

"Look, don't explain. I get it, I've been there with him."

And I'll never, ever go back.

"We're not together. I was drunk and stupid, and after the way I acted, I'm lucky that we're still friends- Are you and I still friends?"

Wow, usually I'm the one who has to do the apologizing. This is new.

"I could use a friend I can count on in my life. There are already enough people who I can't."

Plus I'm used to doing everything on my own. It's got me this far hasn't it?

"But you can count on me, I promise. Don't let Saturday ruin us, okay? Forgive me?"

Us? I'll pretend she means that in a friendly sort of way. Though showing by her actions when she was drunk, she's totally into me.

"Forgiven, but you're on probation."

She smiles that giddy smile that only she can manage to pull off without looking like a complete psycho.

"I'll be better, I promise."

Wow, now she sounds like my Dad. Somehow I have a feeling that she means this more than he did though.

"I've been hearing that a lot lately. Here, listen to this; it's my Dad's new album."

"You ready?"

Spencer's voice snaps me back into reality. I guess I'm ready, as ready as I'm ever going to be anyway.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

We both get out of the car. She walks over to where I'm standing and grabs my hand. This gesture alone makes me feel like this will be okay.

We walk up to the sign. "King High, Home Of The Cobras"

"Hey did you get kicked out already?"

I can't believe I'm here, and I cannot believe how amazing Spencer looks right now. I'm at a dance. Who am I trying to kid, I don't belong here.

"Nope, I'm waiting for my friend."

That'd be me I guess. I so don't want to be here.

"Oh…"

What a way with words Ash, good going.

"You nervous?"

Ha, blondie, that would be an understatement.

"Um, a little."

Spencer walks over to me and grabs my hand. You know what; I think this might be okay after all.

"I kind of expected this to be different."

She's right. There are pictures and flowers set up around a sculpture of these hands. I don't understand it, is this supposed to be all the dead folks waving goodbye or something?

"I guess Chelsea made the sculpture."

Well since the little tag reads "Chelsea Lewis" I would think so.

"Yeah she did. I always kind of thought you would have done better. I mean I know you aren't artsy or anything, but you lost more that night than anyone else."

I'm serious, if Spencer would have still been here when they were trying to find someone to make a memorial, I would have fought to make sure it was her.

"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure the best I could have done would have been a picture of a duck. I don't think that really has memorial potential."

She's joking and smiling, and I like it. That's what I love about her, in the most serious of moments she can lighten the mood without completely ruining it.

"I think that duck would have been amazing, but suit yourself."

She bends down and looks at the picture of Glen that they have placed next to the sculpture. It's a great picture, it was from that night. Paula made sure to get a bunch of pictures, and this one of Glen and Spencer has to be the best.

"That night wasn't completely bad was it?"

I'm not sure when she said that, or how long it took me to reply.

"No it wasn't Spence. I remember when you walked down those stairs, gosh did you look amazing. It was a wonder I was even able to utter 'wow'."

Her hair was up and it looked amazing. That dress brought out her eyes like crazy. She did look amazing.

"I still have the bracelet."

" I have something for you."

I hope she likes it. I felt really bad when she offered up the tattoo idea and I completely shot it down.


" What?"

" I finally had it engraved.''

I grab her hand and put the bracelet around her wrist.

" Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I love you."

" I love you too."

"I still have mine too. It's back at the loft, but when you left I wore it all the time. I probably would have worn it to Ohio, but I wasn't sure that was a great idea."

I guess it would have been okay to wear it now that it's all over and done with, but at the time I really didn't think that was a good idea.

"Wow, that's a really good picture of Aiden…"

I look down and see the picture she was talking about. Wow she was right; he and Kyla look AMAZING in this picture. Kyla has never shown me their prom pictures, but then again I didn't expect her to.

"It's hard to think that he wasn't always a complete jerk huh?"

Spencer just looks at me and tilts her head to the side.

"Like with everything that's happened, it's kind of hard to remember the good times. Like him helping us run away, or all the advice he gave me every time I messed things up between us."

"Yeah, I get what you mean now. He was a good guy as much as I hate to admit it. He was just one of the girls."

Ha, yeah he was.

You still are one of the girls Aid, I think you always will be.