“Spencer!”  My dad said once again.  

“Sorry.”  I shook my head.  “What did you say?”  

He looked at me with one raised eyebrow but shook it off.  “I asked if you wanted to go with the others to the mall.  Your mom wants to get a new brownie pan.”  

I glanced at Ashley.  “I think were ok here.”  

“You sure?”  Dad questioned.  He sent a suspicious look towards Ashley but instantly averted his eyes.  “Sorry, I’m trying.”  He mumbled before I could scold him.  With a wave he left the room.  “Call if you need anything.”  Were his parting words then the door slammed shut. 

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Ashley.  It was just us in the house now.  There was no one to hide from.  And I could act however I wanted without mom or any other close minded idiot judging our every move.  

I nuzzled her neck with my face and breathed her in.  She liked my scent and I liked hers just as much, maybe more.  

Ashley turned around in my arms so that she was now facing me.  Her cheek was practically resting on mine.  We were the perfect height for each other.  My school friends are all different from me.  One is super tall.  The other is a little taller.  And one is even shorter.  I know shocking.  But its kinda nice having Ashley here who’s the same height as me.  I might even be an inch taller.  Not that its noticeable.  

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that she wasn’t feeling all to happy.  I think the news that she was really about to confront her mother dampened the day.  At least it’s not as bad as last night.  

I hugged her and ran my hands through her feather soft hair.  There was a giant sigh and she hugged me tight.  

“You ok?”  I questioned.

“Mmm”

“You wanna talk?”

“Mmm”

“You want Kyla?”

“Mmm.  Ky’s alright.  Were different that way.  She needs people when she’s in a mood like this.  I like to be alone.”  She muttered.  I was starting to get that she was more comfortable talking about others than herself.  Am I right.