“Who in the hell is calling me at One in the morning?” Ashley muttered, grumbling as she fumbled for the cell phone blaring The Ramones beside her bed. Too groggy to bother looking at the caller ID she just flipped it open and held it to her ear, “Can I help you?” She answered with irritation, assuming it was probably Aiden on the other line. Of course, she couldn’t have been much more surprised to hear Spencer’s voice responding to her rather sarcastic comment, “Sorry to call so late.”

Spencer sat on the curb, phone held to her ear as she stared at the black asphalt beneath her converse clad feet. Ashley sounded like she had been sound asleep, and she suddenly felt very guilty for calling her at such a time.

“Oh, Spencer.” Ashley sat up a bit on her bed, her voice softening considerably, “It’s fine, I wasn’t asleep.” That was a lie.
“I need your help Ash, I’m kind of stuck at this party.” Spencer began, rubbing the back of her neck as she gave a little sigh, “I was hoping you could maybe give me a ride home?”
“Where are you?” Ashley was already up and getting dressed, pulling on a jean mini-skirt and a tank top as she continued to manuver the phone from ear to ear.
“This place on Wilson Street.” The sound of a jean zipper lifting brought a small and relieved smile to her face.
“How the heck did you get there?” She slipped out the front door, shutting it silently behind her as she headed towards her car.
“This girl gave me a ride… But she uh-… It is a long story, I’ll tell you when you get here.” Spencer was  not anxious to share her little experience with Ashley, but if she was going through all the trouble to come get her she deserved to at least know the reason.
“Alright. What’s the place look like?” Slipping behind the wheel she pulled out of her driveway, heading towards Wilson.
“Oh trust me, you won’t miss it.” Spencer glanced back at the house, as if checking to make sure every single light in the damned place was still on.
“I’ll see you in a bit. Lo- Bye.” She had grown so used to ending their conversations with that phrase, although she quickly covered with bye. Shutting the phone she breathed a sigh, hoping that maybe tonight she’d get the chance to make things better.