For the next two days Spencer locked herself in her bedroom, unable to eat, unable to sleep. She just laid in her bed, replaying a short home movie that she and Ashley had made the last week of her stay.

“Stop filming me Spencer,” Ashley growled playfully as she knocked the camera away from her, briefly blurring the camera’s view.

“Why should I,” Spencer taunted from behind the camera as she straddled the young rocker’s hips.

Ashley smirked at the lens, “Because I’ll do this,” she screamed lightly tickling the young teen’s stomach.

The camera shook as Spencer gasped for air through her laughter. “Stop it Ashley!”

“Stop filming then,” Ashley replied with a smile momentarily stopping her attack.

There was a moment of silence where Spencer considered her answer, and then she stubbornly yelled, “No!”

“C’mere,” the young rocker snarled bringing Spencer down onto the bed and then settling her body on top of her. She snatched the camera from Spencer and set it on the bed facing them. “If you really want to put that camera to work we should put on a … show if you know what I mean,” Ashley purred nipping at the young blonde’s neck.

Spencer giggled playfully slapped at Ashley’s shoulder. “That tickles Ash!”

“I hope it does more than that,” the brunette growled taking a big bite at her neck.

“Ow,” Spencer yelled. “What are you a vampire?”

“Maybe,” Ashley replied moving some hair out of her girlfriend’s face. “I love you Spencer Carlin, with all my heart.”

Spencer smiled and kissed her lips lightly, “That’s nice to know.”

“Hey,” Ashley yelled tickling the blonde. In midst of all the playful banter, the young rocker turned to look at the camera. She frowned and moved closer to the lens, “Is this damn thing still filming.”

Then the screen went blank.

Spencer sighed and once again hit rewind to watch the home movie for the tenth time today. As the tape rewound a light knock sounded at the door before Arthur stepped into the dimly lit room.

“You’re watching the tape again Spencer,” Arthur admonished.

The young blonde simply shrugged in reply as she hit play. Arthur snatched the remote from his daughter and turned off her TV ignoring Spencer’s whine.