Ashley turned the corner, her headlights illuminating the hunched figure of a girl, that even from a distance one could see in the crouched posture a person lost. I will not let her see how angry I am. It won’t fix anything. Pulling up to the curb, Ashley cut the engine and climbed from the driver seat. Hmph, Dad’s rich enough. Maybe I can get him to pay Mrs. Carlin to be okay with me…being with Spencer. "Hey Hun," she took a seat next to the sobbing girl, not at all suprised when she found herself wrapped in a tight embrace, and felt the heat of seemingly neverending tears dampening her shirt. "It’s okay…" she whispered, running her hands up and down the blonde’s back in soothing motions, placing gentle kisses upon the crown of her head. "I’ve got you now. It’ll be okay." She swallowed, "I promise." Or maybe it won’t be okay. I don’t know…"Do you want to talk about what happened?"

     "No." The response sounded muffled, and Spencer only tightened her hold on Ashley’s waist, burrowing her face deeper into her shoulder.

     Okay, what am I supposed to do? Laughing? Oh, I can make people do that, but this, this friend on the verge of a nervouse breakdown? This I cannot do. How do I even begin to fix this? "Well, I don’t think we can stay here forever, and uh, my car is kind of in a fire lane, and that’s a big negative. If I get one more ticket I’ll be singing blue moon in the women’s prison shower next to some butch wrestler!" Nothing. Spencer didn’t even crack a smile. Uh…"How about we go to that coffee shop around the corner, Mocha Loca? You love their frappuccinos, and the muffins there are pretty dank. Or, if you don’t want to do that we could–"

     "No," Spencer sat up, making an attempt to straighten her disheveled hair, and plastering on her face a smile that not only looked forced, but also painful. "Mocha Loca sounds good, I could use something to eat."

     "Great," Ashley responded with a cheer that was put on more for Spencer’s benefit than anything else, standing up and pulling her friend along with her. "I’m kinda hungry myself," she whispered softly in Spencer’s ear, "but not for the type of food you’re thinking about." She pulled back, her eyes sparkling mischieviously as she noted the blush that crept up her companions neck where it settled on her face. There, that ought to give her something a little more pleasant to think about. Hah!