I feel a tear on my cheek, and I curse it as it streams down my face. I feel a small paw on my forearm and look down to see Robby looking up at me, still. I swear; this cat is amazing.

Meow.

I smile softly and pet her on the head. "I’m okay, Robs. Don’t worry."

I stand and walk over to my bedside table and grab my cell phone. I flip it open, pressing the first speed dial and wait while it rings.

"Hey." she says when she answers.

"Hey." my voice is still a little shaky, and I clear my throat hoping that she didn’t notice.

"Ash, what’s wrong?" Damn, no such luck.

"Nothing, Spence, I’m fine. Really. I just need to ask a favor."

"Sure. Anything."

"Well, here’s the thing, I got kicked out of my house again and–"

"Pack your things, you’re coming over here."

I let out a light laugh, "Jeez, don’t even let me finish. You sure it’s okay with your folks?"

"Considering the circumstances, I think it’s fine. I don’t want you sleeping in your car."

"Oh, yeah, and your pull out couch is so much better." I retort, sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up! You know my mom’s psycho. Besides, if you’re a good girl, you may just get a surprise tonight."

"Oh, really?" I say with peaked interest, "And what would that be?"

"I’m not telling you. Just pack your things and get your ass over here. Any time is fine, I’ll just tell my dad what’s going on."

"Thanks, Baby. I just have to pack some things, and I’ll be over."

"K, see you."

"Bye."

I flip the phone shut and let out a sigh of relief. Well, at least I’ve got somewhere to go. And knowing Mr. C, like I do, he’s probably gonna cook something really good.

I walk back into my closet and grab two outfits-one for today and one for tomorrow-and walk back over to my duffle, throwing one of the outfits in.

"Hi ho, hi ho, to Spencer’s house, I go." I sing to myself. I’m a dork, but who doesn’t love a dork?

I turn to look at Robby; she’s still sitting on my bed, staring at me. "Aww, well we can’t have you all alone in this big house. I have an idea. How would you like to go to Uncle Aiden’s house? You can torture him for me." I smirk.

Meow.

"Oh, yeah. I’ll take that as a yes."