“Have you done this before?” Ashley moved her hand to the small of her back. Spencer shook her head. “Have you?” she asked right back. 

The brunette nodded. “My Dad and I took lessons when I was younger.” She took a step to the left, Spencer also moved, stepping on her feet. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Ashley smiled softly. “You’re adorable when you blush.” 

“Shut up.” Spencer giggled. “You’re trying to make it worst.” 

“It’s working.” The blonde stuck her tongue out, Ashley snapped at it with her teeth. “Okay, let me teach you how to dance.” 

Spencer paid attention to everything Ashley told her and within a couple of hours she was moving in sync with her best friend. Her arms were numb but she didn’t care. She enjoyed the closeness, the escape that dancing brought them. Raife’s death wasn’t a dark cloud over their heads, Ashley was having fun, smiling at her as they moved throughout the room. 

And then they played one of his songs. 

“Close your eyes, Spenny.” She did what she was told. “Do you trust me?” Her blonde head bobbed up and down. “Good.” Ashley began to move faster, Spencer followed, it was the same steps they’d been practicing, just a lot faster. Adrenaline filled the young blonde’s body. She could run into something at any moment, but Ashley wouldn’t let that happen. 

The song finished and their bodies stopped moving. Spencer opened her eyes and darkness filled her vision. They stood in the closet, Ashley’s back against the wall, her breathing hard. She finally lowered her arms, releasing the blonde’s hand, but Spencer wasn’t ready to let her friend go. She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her forehead against the brunette’s temple. She tightened her arms around Ashley, feeling her friend return the embrace. “I’m sorry your Dad died, Ash.” Her tone was hushed, sad. 

Ashley moved her head down to her shoulder. Spencer could feel her warm breath against her neck. “He would kill him.” The words were softly spoken. The blonde almost missed them. 

“Kill who?” She whispered not understanding the comment. 

“Micheal.” 

The one word answer made Spencer’s heart beat a little faster. Micheal was dating Ashley’s mom, Christine. She never understood how Christine could start dating someone two weeks after her husband’s death. It devastated Ashley. They’ve been together four months now and she could tell it still bothered her friend. “Did he hit you?” She wondered out loud fearing the answer.