She took one last look at her daughter who had her head leaned about against a pillow. She knew the girl was trying to mentally prepare herself for the next day.

~

She sat the large suitcase in the middle of her floor. The plane ride was long and boring for the girl. She had first class tickets, but being stuck next to an old woman who talked only about her twelve cats wasn’t Kyla’s idea of first class. Half way though the trip her iPod went dead and she didn’t have a cord. It was pure hell.

The young girl was putting her stuff up when the older Davies girl walked into her room. Although the stuff that had happened at Prom, they made a pact that it shouldn’t ruin their new found relationship. Unlike Kyla, Ashley didn’t go unharmed. The bullet that had went though Spencer’s chest had lodged itself in her left arm. It was a simple surgery to get it out, and she was out of the hospital a week later. Now, where the bullet had been a perfect circular scar was there in its place, a reminder of that night. Who needed a tattoo to forever remember your high school love when you have a perfect scar from the bullet that had almost killed her? Ashley swore that she could feel the tiny remains of Spencer’s blood coursing through her body.

“Hey little sister, looks like you back.” Ashley said getting the young girl’s attention.

Kyla jumped in shock. She quickly turned but soon took her sister in a tight embrace. Both girl missing the other’s company. They pulled apart and looked the other up and down; seeing if there was any type of change that could be noticeable.

Ashley hadn’t changed much. Her hair was longer, and darker from since Kyla had last saw her. She had it down and in a light curl with a thin headband keeping it out of her face. She wore a tank and some boy shorts. Her arm was not in a sling anymore. Now the only remains were the scar. Kyla looked as if she matured over the last month. Her hair was a couple inches longer. She wore more upbeat and stylish clothing instead of the preppy look she sported a couple months ago. Both girls wore stylish black framed glasses creating a frame on their eyes. 

Kyla stood up and smiled at the girl, “Yeah, well, I guess I missed you.”

Ashley hit her shoulder, “Hey, I’m trying to be nice.”

Kyla laughed, “Sorry. Anyway, how was you break?”

Ashley shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I haven’t talked to Spencer. Aiden left to see family somewhere in the middle east, and you was gone. So, mostly it was boring. Mom dragged me to France for two weeks for the Cannes Film shit.”

Kyla chuckeld, “Wow, where has the life of Ashley Davies gone?”

Ashley said, “I have no idea.”

There was a smooth quietness for a moment before Ashley spoke up, “Anyway, the real reason I am here is because I need to borrow a top for tomorrow.”

Kyla looked at her, “Uhh…sure…why?”

Ashley began to open her suitcase and go through her. “I need to look hawt, spelled with a w because I’m going to get my girl back.”

Kyla cocked an eyebrow at her sister. An unknown feeling was whelming up in her body. She couldn’t figure out what it was but she knew that she didn’t want Ashley trying to get with Spencer again. Kyla felt the need to protect the girl. She felt like she should shield the girl from hurt. “Umm…you know that it will take more than an outfit right?”

“Yeah”

“Do you really think she will go back to you?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, you did hurt her.”

“Yeah, I know, and I regret it.”

“Why won’t you go after someone else?”

“Why do you care?”

Kyla was silent. She looked down at her hand. She cared because Spencer was her friend. That was the only reason why…

Then why does she have the sudden urge to tell Ashley to back off?

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So…should I continue?

Oh, and please give me some song suggestions so i can be inspired.