“Ashley wake up,” the brunette felt a slight breeze on her ear.

“Five more minutes Spence please,” she tried swatting the girl and turning over only to receive giggling.

“Come Ash,” Spencer reached out and hauled the now a wake Davies.

“What?” tiredness threatening to take hold yet again. With out a word Spencer led her downstairs and opened the front door.

“It’s raining,” Spencer clapped before running out. Ashley stared in the door way, the water was red and loud gun fire was going off. The brilliant white and red flames popping off in the night, bullets whizzing over head but Spencer didn’t seem to notice as she danced in the thickening rain, the blood like substance coating her pajamas.

“Spencer come back inside!” she yelled as panic started to take hold. But the teen was to engrossed in dancing, she stopped for a second and tilted her head back licking the blood water off her face and drinking it from the night air.

Behind her a dark shadow began moving forward, Ashley watched in fear as Aiden approached with his hand tucked under his shirt at the waist of his jeans, “Ashley come out and play!” Spencer yelled happily, waving for her girlfriend to come dance.

“Spencer look out!” Ashley tried to move but the faster she wanted to go the slower each step was. The girl wheeled around to stare at the boy, a staring contest ensued. Him and her locked in a battle of glares while the brunette tried rushing forward. Finally Aiden looked away, defeated. Spencer turned to face Ashley a huge smile plastered to her face; she walked forward and grabbed the brunette’s head bringing her in for a soft kiss, the blood mixing with the saltiness of Spencer’s mouth.

“Your mine,” Spencer stated pulling out of the kiss and laying her forehead on Ashley’s.

“NEVER!” Aiden yelled over the constant sound of bullets flying by, his hand finally came out from under his shirt, sporting a nice hand gun. Pulling the trigger Ashley watched the bullet in slow motion, exit the barrel in a flash of light, whiz past the now slow motion rain, parting each drop as if it was meant to kill that individual lone tear but it didn’t because it wasn’t meant for the rain it was meant for her.