“Spencer, I’m so sorry,” Ashley stated.

“It’s whatever,” responded Spencer. Let’s go get some drinks. Ashley chuckled. “What?”

“You my dear have never been one to hold your liquor,” Ashley said with a light chuckle. I don’t think Paula would appreciate that you going home trashed let alone throwing up all over the place.

“I know,” replied Spencer as she attempted to pull Ashley towards the bar.

“This isn’t like you, Spencer,” Ashley noted.

“A lot can change in six months,” sighed Spencer. I can’t go home, Ashley. When my Mom finds out Aiden dumped me because of my “phase,” she would just send me back to the mental institution because to her Aiden was my last chance of stability.

“Take it from someone who knows when I say that drinking won’t change anything,” Ashley responded. Your problems will still be there and what you’re left with is a killer hangover.

“What am I supposed to do?” asked Spencer. Ashley hugged Spencer. “I don’t want to go back there, I can’t go back to being on meds again.”

“I know,” Ashley sighed. I won’t let Paula take you away from me. If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you crash at my house tonight.

“Really?” said a surprised Spencer.

“Yep,” Ashley replied. I’ll do anything for you.

“This doesn’t mean that we’re back together or anything though, Ash,” Spencer stated.

“I know,” responded Ashley sadly. Being your friend is enough for me.

“You suck at lying, Davies,” Spencer observed. You know that, right? I’m glad you tried anyway.

Later on, Ashley drove to her mansion. “Thanks again for letting me crash here again, Ash,” Spencer smiled. I owe you one.

“No problem, Spence,” responded Ashley. You could just date me again and we’ll call it even. How does that sound?

“Nice try,” Spencer said. Spencer and Ashley left the Porsche. “It feels like years since I’ve been at your house. ”

“I know it does, but it’s pretty much the same though,” pointed out Ashley. Ashley used her key to open the door for the mansion. “After you.” Spencer entered and then Ashley.

“I thought you were going to come home wasted tonight,” Kyla joked.

“Nope, sorry to burst your bubble, Ky,” began Ashley. I’m sober tonight since I’m the designated driver. Ashley let out a light chuckle.