Spencer sat in the living room reading a book, her mind not really on it but it kept Cal from talking to her so she gladly pretended. She heard him approaching so she smiled as innocently as possible as if he knew what she was thinking.

“I’m going to bed now, you coming up.” He licked his lips and stared her down, she knew that look. Ashley gave it to her when they hadn’t seen each other for all most a week, because they were busy with school and studying.

“I’ll be up in a minute, just want to finish this last chapter.” Motioning to the book on her lap, he nodded before heading up the stairs whistling a little tune.

She ran her hand through her hair, when she thought it was safe she stood up and placed the book on the coffee table. Feet carefully placed to not make the floor creak she made her way to the kitchen. She began searching for a weapon, something she could easily hide. Remembering a movie Ashley took her to see, some horror flick where a guy was being chased by shadow monsters or something, Spencer was to busy hiding her face in Ashley’s shoulders to finish the movie. But the guy hid a knife in his sock; Spencer rummaged through a drawer and found a small knife. A hand slipped into hers, she spun around swinging the knife.

“Spencer calm down!” the woman jumped back, eyes wide with fear.

The blonde gulped, her stomach tightening again, “Ash?”

Ashley smiled her self assured smile, “Yep. You didn’t think I’d leave you with Mr. Needs-a-reality check did you?” She grabbed her fiancée’s hand once again but she pulled away shaking her head, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re, you’re not real…” Her voice was low, barely audible but Ashley heard.

“What are you talking about?”

“Spencer who are you talking to?” Cal came in, still dressed but you can see he’d brushed his teeth and took a shower.

“She’s talking to me asshole!” Ashley growled. But Cal didn’t even look her way; he just stared at the blonde.

“I was talking to…” she looked at Ashley than back at Cal. She bit her bottom lip and stared at the ground. She could feel Ashley’s eyes glaring at her, not meanly just glaring she couldn’t place it. Tell him she was talking to Ashley, tell him she was talking to herself but the way he made it sound earlier that if she was talking to Ashley than indeed she was talking to her self so did it matter either way what she replied. She had to stop thinking; it was giving her a head ache, “I was talking to Ashley.”