“So how lucky is Erin getting tonight?”

Her eyes stayed locked on the body mirror as she twirled around examining her outfit. She wore an aqua colored cami with matching necklaces hanging loosely around her neck and tight blue jeans. “I’m not sure.”

A dramatic sigh snapped her out of another daze. “I can hear it in your voice, Doll. You’re barely listening to a word I’m saying and just saying whatever to shut me up. What’s the deal? Are you nervous?”

She walked out of the closet and took a seat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through her newly fixed hair. “I’m not nervous.” Blue eyes landed on the dresser mirror, fixated on the small picture of her and Ashley. “Erin doesn’t make me nervous, its just…something else.” The last part was sighed as she fell back onto the bed. “Aiden, is this a good idea?” She asked into the expensive cell phone in her hand needing someone else’s opinion.

“Is there a reason for you to think otherwise?”

A couple, no. Just one, she thought closing her eyes. Everything she did seemed to be contradicting itself. Nothing made sense anymore, and what was making sense, confused the hell out of her. “Ashley came over after you left.” She softly confessed for no reason at all or maybe that was her way of answering him.

“Did you guys get into another fight? Is that why you’re acting so weird?”

“No, we didn’t fight.” At least, she didn’t think they did. The moments before her migraine episode was blurry, but what made her so weird wasn’t the thought of them fighting. It was the complete opposite. How sweet she acted, how she ran her fingers through her hair and kissed her, cursing when an interruption broke them apart. 

“She’s no good for you regardless. You just need to ignore her existence and move on. Make Madison your girl BFF if you really need one.”

“I can’t just forget her.” She stated quietly knowing no matter how hard she tried, Ashley would always be there.

“She’s not a good a friend, not your family, and not your lover. Why can’t you tell her to go fuck herself and move on?”

Frustration slowly filled his tone. She understood where it came from, understood why he felt the way he did about Ashley, and he was right. She was bad for her. “I love her.” And that’s what kept her from saying what she had every right to tell the brunette. To go fuck herself. The problem was, she didn’t want her to go away, if anything, she wanted her constantly. In her presence, there at her side, on the bed-