Spencer had an early dinner with Kyla before heading off home. She was tired and depressed by the time she pushed open her front door only to be bombarded by a slightly tipsy Madison and Aiden.

“Spence! Finally you’re home! Come on in and join shooter night!”

Madison was basically screaming this in her face and Spencer realized she may have been a bit more than just tipsy. An arm was thrown around her and she was led to a couch and shoved down on it. Before she could open her mouth to speak a suspicious green substance in a shot glass was propped into her hand by Aiden.

“So, Spence, how you holdin’ up?”

Instantly she knew where Aiden was going with his not so subtle question. A drunk Aiden was an obvious Aiden.

“God you guys. I’m okay, will you stop worrying about the whole Ashley thing, please? I’m so over that, you know? I mean its been seven years, what kind of a loser still, I don’t know, pines for an ex girlfriend after that long?”

Immediately after finishing her sentence she threw the shot down her throat and winched as it burned all the way down into her belly. Take that, one ton elephants!

Of course she knew Madison and Aiden did not believe a word she just said. Seeing as Aiden simply poured more alcohol into a shot glass for her and Madison sat down next to her and patted her head like she was a little puppy or something.

“Keep telling yourself that, Spence. Maybe if you keep repeating it, it’ll come true. Not that its worked so far, but you gotta have hope, right?”

Spencer just rolled her eyes and took her shot. She supposed getting drunk with her two best friends the day before the ex love of her life returns was okay. That’s what friends were for.

An hour and a half later they were all three huddled on the couch, three very drunk, very sorry for themselves individuals. Madison and Aiden had decided half way through the bottle of tequila that they were still in love with Glen and Kyla. Spencer was really just staring morosely out of the window listening to them talk.