Ah, was all I could remember thinking when I woke up due to the stupid bright light filtering in through the window. Painfully looking over at Spencer’s side of the bed, I realized she wasn’t there, but the bathroom light was on.

“Spencer,” I mumbled rubbing sleep out of my tired eyes before stumbling towards the bathroom.

“Spen…” I reached the door. Well I at least found her. Her head was buried inside the toilet feeling last nights after shock. “It’s alright baby,” I knelt down besides the vulnerable and sick girl on the cool tile floor and traced small circles on her back whispering comforting words.

“Ash, I don’t feel good,” I could feel the girl tremble underneath my hands miserably. But there wasn’t much I could do for her, and it broke my heart to not be able to help her. Today wasn’t a day she could just curl up in a dark room either. No, today was already going to be hell.

“Shh, it’s alright Spence,” I tried to comfort the girl ignoring the headache that slammed against the inside of my skull. Ibuprofen would be able to take care of most of it anyways. “Come on,” I whispered trying to help the girl up off the floor. “You can sleep for another hour yet,” I tried to speak soothingly as I helped her get into bed. I knew that her feeling sick was more than just the hangover effect. Wiping hair out her sweaty face, I laid down next to her, and did my best to help her get to sleep again…

I couldn’t sleep that night. Spencer fell asleep as soon as we laid down on Aiden’s futon. But all I could think about was what had happened earlier today, with Spencer’s mom, my mom, Marie… Everything always had to get so complicated, and with school a week away, it was going to be getting even more complicating. I didn’t know how to not be around Spencer twenty four seven. And then there was the weird thing with Jamie. I didn’t think she was going to be a major problem, but it did help add to my already growing anxiety. I wasn’t looking forward to any of it…