The blonde ran her fingers through her fiancée’s curls. “Ditto,” she agreed quietly.

“You know what’s going to be the best part of our wedding,” Ashley questioned randomly.

Spencer smiled warmly. “When we give our vows?”

“The honeymoon.”

“Ashley,” the blonde chastised swatting the rocker’s arm lightly.

“You wanted me to be truthful,” the brunette giggled. “I’m just being honest.”

“Thanks,” Spencer replied sarcastically.

“So, since we’re doing this honesty thing,” Ashley continued. “Let me be honest about something else. I really don’t like Clyde.”

The blonde sighed. “Ashley, I thought we discussed this already.”

“Not really,” the rocker countered with a frown. “Look, there’s something off about the guy alright. He’s not only strange he’s like a kiss ass. You should know I’m not too keen with trusting people, especially after all I’ve been through.”

“I realize that,” her fiancée replied slowly. “But, I see nothing wrong with Clyde. He seems like a nice guy. I just want to help him out; he looks like he’s dying to leave the islands and explore new things.”

“Yeah,” Ashley snorted. “Like the inside of your pants.”

“Ashley,” Spencer chided in disgust turning away from the brunette. “Don’t be so gross.”

“I’m sorry for putting it that way,” Ashley said scooting closer to the blonde. “But, you can tell that’s what he’s after. Call it jealousy or whatever the fuck you want but I can see it Spencer. I don’t like him. I don’t think I ever will.” She finished before lying on her back and crossing her arms.

Spencer turned to look at her. “Well, Ash, you’re the only one that’s thinking that way so I think the majority rules on this one.”

“The majority,” the rocker mocked, “can kiss my chiseled ass.”

“Come on Ash,” the blonde sighed resting her head against Ashley’s shoulder. “Maybe with time you’ll get used to Clyde. You two might even become best friends. Give him a chance please … for me.”

“I’ll think about it,” Ashley said wrapping her arms around her fiancée.

“Thank you,” Spencer mumbled tiredly. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” the rocker whispered. Suddenly she heard a noise come from the bedroom’s window. “What the fuck was that,” she said sitting up slightly.

“What,” Spencer whined.

The brunette pointed towards the window. “I heard something. It sounded like a scratching noise or something.” She explained with a troubled frown.

“Ashley go back to sleep,” the blonde muttered tugging her fiancée back down onto the bed.

“Baby I heard something,” Ashley hissed.

“Sleepy time,” Spencer whispered cuddling into her human teddy bear. “Night.”

Ashley shut her eyes and let out an uneasy sigh. Maybe she was just being paranoid. But then again given everything she’s been through, you never know.

Quietly the rocker slipped from her fiancée’s grip, put on some pajama bottoms and left the bedroom. Stealthily she stepped outside of the house. When she rounded the corner she saw a dark figure hovering near the bedroom window. She couldn’t make out who it was.

As quiet as she possibly could be she snuck up behind the stranger. Quickly she reached out and turned the person around and slammed them against the house pinning them by pressing her arm up against their neck rendering them helpless.

Her eyes widened, “Clyde,” she whispered. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”