Ashley flicked another cigeratte out of her car and onto the moonlit street outside of her apartment building.

"Who the fuck does she think she is?"

She took a cig out of her pocket and lit it up.

"I’m not the one who needs to fuckin talk about anything."

She took a drag on it and tilted her head back.

"Can’t even fuckin sleep in this damn car!"

She searched the floor of the car and found the keys. After taking one last look at the building, she started the engine and backed out of her parking spot.

"See how she likes it if I don’t come back for a couple days!"

……………….2 Days Later…….

Spencer: "YOu haven’t seen her either?"

Chelsea: "Sorry Spence, I’ve been busy packing my stuff for Paris. She hasn’t dropped by."

Spencer: "Hey, I’m sorry I haven’t been around to help.."

Chelsea: "Ah, it’s cool. They just want me to paint the ceiling of some plae, can’t really pronounce it..I’ll be back in a month at the least."

Spencer: "Sorry I can’t send you off, I’ve been waiting for ashley to come back."

Chelsea: "It’s alright Sencer, you do what you have to do. She’ll probably come back any minute now."

Spencer: "I really hope so."

Lie Number Four.