So, this is completely random. But a random one shot based off an rp I participated in awhile back. I was low key inspired by multiple things, one of which I saw the valentines writing contest. (I'm considering entering this actually. It'll have to be tweaked and put in its own book, but.) Also, Vans, writing two one shots based off the rp. Because I've suddenly felt like writing Shaaron.

Shayla shakily stepped out of her car, in a daze. She felt like she could puke any second, there was so much blood. With a shaking hand, she checked for a pulse, only confirming her worst fears. They were dead.

It wasn't the first time Shay had seen death. Her, and her group of friends had seen probably too much, in their small town. The town that had secrets, with someone pulling the strings in this twisted game.

She tried to wipe the blood off her hands, to no avail. She quickly got back into her car, leaning her head against the steering wheel. Who could she call to help her clean this mess? After all, she was one of the more reckless of her friends, not to mention she had pissed some of them off, or wasn't on speaking terms with one in particular.

The one in particular being Aaron. Aaron, was also the one who could probably help her fix this. Except, he wasn't talking to her now. She had pushed her feelings on him, when he clearly wasn't ready.

She couldn't blame him, not really. Who wanted the group drunk to be their girlfriend? After all, she had been known to hop into bed with who she pleased, girl, boy, the hardware didn't matter, all bodies were beautiful. She was never the morning after girl, she never did feelings. Not until Aaron.

Alcohol was her crutch, her way of life. How could she ask anyone to put up with that? Yet when things , more particularly, bodies needed to be taken care of in their group, it was usually her and Aaron that took care of it. The Clyde to her Bonnie. They were usually playing detective too.

Her blood stained hands dug through her bag, silently hoping he would answer his phone. That he would be her Clyde again, just this once.

She dialed the number, trying to calm her breathing as she put the phone to her ear. The phone picked up, she heard breathing on the other end. She lost her voice for a moment, as the voice she wanted to hear the most right now said her name.

"Shay." Aaron had recognized the number, though his tone wasn't as warm as she was used to. Again, she couldn't blame him.

"I need your help." She finally managed to stammer out a response, though she realized she probably wasn't making sense. "They're dead."

A moment of silence took over for a moment, but she could hear his steady breathing, so she knew he at least hadn't hung up on her yet.

"I know you're not happy with me right now, and I'm sorry for rushing things, and bombarding you with my feelings. I just want things to be how they were, I just want us to talk like friends again." Shay blurted out, her panic at the situation seeming to take over. With her free hand she dug for the flask she always carried, unscrewing the cap before taking a quick swig of vodka. Something she was known for doing on the regular.

"Slow down, back up a minute." Aaron instructed calmly, "Whose dead Shay?"

"I don't know." Shay admitted quietly, her voice cracking as the confession left her lips.

"You accidentally killed someone?" Aaron stated, taking a guess, though he sounded sure of himself.

She nodded, before realizing he wouldn't know that, since he couldn't see her. "Yes."

"Where are you?" Aaron asked, she thought she could hear the sound of keys jingling, but she couldn't be certain.

"Off Willow street, not far past the cafe." She answered, almost not believing that he was actually coming to her rescue.

"I'll be there soon. Don't touch anything else okay?" He asked, probably knowing she had already touched something.

"Okay." She agreed, irritated at herself. Rookie mistake, touching the body without gloves. She knew better actually, but she hadn't been thinking.

"Put the flask away too." Aaron added, before hanging up, and Shay could have sworn it sounded like he might have been smiling as he said that.

              She did as instructed, putting her flask away. She put her phone away too, before she started her car, turning the radio on. She needed some sort of noise while she was waiting.

               Just when she thought perhaps he wasn't going to show, his familiar car pulled up, next to hers. Her clumsy hands barely managed to turn off her car, before he stepped out of his, gloves already on, with a second pair in his hand. "Put these on." He merely instructed, handing her the pair of gloves, as he retrieved the bottle of bleach from his car.

                 Shay put them on, following him quietly, temporarily at a loss for words. "Thanks for coming." Was all she could manage to start.

                "Some things don't change I guess." Was his simple answer, as he dumped the bleach over the body, something she had seen him do before.

              He handed her some Clorox wipes, after he had dumped the bottle on the body, putting the empty bottle in his car. "Wipe off any blood on, and in your car."

               "Rookie mistake, touching shit without gloves." She shrugged, admitting she messed up, before taking the offered wipes, wiping the outside of her car first.

               "You normally were more careful about fingerprints." Aaron shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips. After all, it wasn't the first body they had cleaned up. Usually though, they were just being framed with the body, and hadn't actually done it.

                "I panicked." Shay shrugged, giving the only answer she could. She hadn't been thinking rationally, all she knew was that she needed help.

                She wiped the inside of her seat, the steering wheel, as well as anything she had touched.

               "You missed a spot." Aaron came closer, taking one of the wipes, before gently wiping off her neck, and chin.

             "Thanks." Shay thanked him quietly, her breath caught in her throat at how close he was, his face not far from hers, and though she was certain he had already gotten the blood off, neither of them seemed quite ready to move away from the other.

              Aaron seemed to snap out of it first. "Come on, let's move the body before someone sees." He took a step back, before turning away, picking up one end of the body.

              Shay picked up the feet of the body, and they both moved it to the truck of his car, where he had the usual big black bag set up, ready for the body to be placed in.

               Aaron zipped the bag up, before slamming the truck to his car shut. "Alright, follow me, and we'll finish it off." He hopped back into his car, starting it up.

               Shay quickly hopped back into hers, turning the keys, before following behind him, knowing already where he was headed. The woods, their usual place to burn and get rid of evidence.

                 She wondered briefly if he still felt it too, the attraction, as she drove behind him. Before, they had kinda acted like a couple, but she screwed it up, by trying to put a label on it, by asking him what they "were". She then had bombarded him with all her feelings at once, only running off to get drunk when she felt hurt by his answer, that he didn't know, she was just Shay.

                  She shook those thoughts away, it shouldn't matter now, they had a body to get rid of. She parked her car next to his, putting her bag over her shoulder, before going to help him carry the big black bag, farther into the woods.

                 The path was somewhat familiar, not far from the river. They would usually burn it till there was nothing left to burn, and throw the ashes in the river.

                 Aaron reached into the black bag, revealing he had stashed what looked like a Gatorade bottle of gasoline, in the bag.

                "Always a step ahead." Shay couldn't help laughing, it always seemed like Aaron was usually prepared, and a step ahead when it came to getting rid of things.

               "Not always." Aaron disagreed, probably thinking of the mysterious puppet master, who was pulling the strings in the twisted game they had been stuck in for awhile now. He had tried, yet hadn't quite managed to be a step ahead of them, yet.

                He poured the gasoline on the body, where they had cleared some space, so it wouldn't start a huge forest fire. While Shay dug for one of her lighters.

             Shay removed one of her gloves, lighting it on fire before tossing it onto the body. The gasoline helped the fire along, the body soon engulfed by the flames.

"I really am sorry about what happened." Shay confessed, as they watched the body burn.

"Don't." Aaron shook his head, not wanting her to say sorry. After all, even though he hadn't been able to tell her, he knew his answer then had hurt her. He pushed her away for her own good.

"I just. I just want to talk again, even if things can't be the same, at least talk to me like your friend again." Shay pleaded, knowing if she couldn't have him, she would rather be his friend then nothing at all. "I know I'm not the most reliable, and I drink too much, but let me be there for you again."

"Don't say that." He chided softly. None of them were perfect, but he didn't think she was unreliable.

"It's the truth. I've always been good for parties and supplying alcohol, not much else." Shay laughed bitterly, thinking these were the reasons he rejected her.

"There's more to you then that Mary Poppins." He disagreed, letting the nickname he had given her slip. She always had alcohol in her bag after all.

Shay blinked a few times, thrown off by the use of the nickname. "Well there's more to you too, more that you don't often let others see." He was usually the one ready for a fight, ready to pull a gun. However, there was much more to Aaron Adovcate then meets the eye.

"I'm good at this, cleaning up dangerous messes. I'm no good in general." Aaron shrugged, not wanting to admit there was more to him. Though he didn't doubt she thought that. What he didn't say was that he was no good for her. He was a black hole after all, and often said he had no heart.

"That's funny, I seem to recall you trying to play hero, and eating my death cookie." Shay reminded him, of one of the incidents where he tried to save her. It was part of the twisted game, they were all supposed to eat a specific macaroon, yet one was laced with something lethal, they just hadn't known whose.

Aaron didn't know what to say to that. He had been given the option to save one of his friends, and he had chosen to save Shay.

"You could have died." Shay shook her head, still recalling that particular incident. "If the roles were reversed though, I would have tried to save you too."

The body had burned to ashes, now they waited for them to cool off, the job almost done. "Yea, I could have died. I was willing to risk that though." Aaron quietly admitted, trying to keep himself from getting too close again. After all, he pushed her away, for a reason to begin with.

"I was being stupid that night." Shay added quietly, thinking on the night before he had stopped talking to her. "I shouldn't have tried to make you label it, and just leave it as it was."

"I didn't know how to answer. Relationships wasn't something I normally do." Aaron finally admitted, feeling a small crack in his resolve to stay distant from her.

              "Wasn't or isn't?" Shay asked, biting her lip. She realized she probably shouldn't ask that kind of question again, after all, they were finally talking again. "Never mind."

             She moved towards the ashes, scooping some up in her gloved hand. Aaron followed suit, scooping up the remaining ashes. Both headed for the river, silently walking side by side.

              Both dunked their hands in the running water, letting the ashes flow away in the river. "Thanks for the help." Shay stood up, wiping her wet hands on her jeans.

               "No problem." Aaron shrugged it off, following her back to their cars, watching as Shayla climbed back into hers.

               She drove off, heading home. On a whim, and against his better judgement, Aaron followed her to her house, parking behind her when they finally reached the Landon residence.

               "Why?" Shay asked, the confusion clearly written on her face.

               "I can leave if you want." Aaron snorted, turning to get back into his car. Why had he come? He figured she wouldn't want to be alone after what happened.

                "No. Wait, come inside." Shay moved to stop him, her hand on his arm. She quickly dropped her hand away, and headed for the door, hoping he would follow.

                 He did, following her inside, as she immediately headed for the kitchen, already knowing what she would do, probably grab glasses for liquor.

                  "I was just surprised, I didn't expect you to want to hang around after." Shay finally admitted, trying to explain her reaction to him coming back with her.

                   "I didn't think you would want to be alone." Aaron explained, and Shay merely nodded, because it was true, she didn't want to be alone.

                 "I also knew, that you would feel guilty. Over what happened tonight, and over what happened awhile back." Aaron continued, he knew her well after all. He took a step closer, hooking an arm around her waist as he pulled her away from the liquor cabinet.

                Shay gasped in surprise, not expecting him to be that close. Her eyes flickered across his features, studying him, as she tried to figure out what he was doing, what he was playing at.

                "I knew you would overthink it, let everything consume you. That you would probably reach for a bottle of liquor, most likely vodka." Aaron continued speaking lowly, so close she could feel his breath on her face.

                She couldn't stop the warmth spreading through her body at his touch, couldn't help her instinct to lean into him, knowing she shouldn't get too attached. He didn't do relationships after all.

                "That you would deal with it alone, and get drunk, in an empty house. I know you Shayla Landon. I'm not letting it happen." Aaron finished, before finally putting his lips on hers.

               Shayla kissed him back, not caring if he would regret it later, just living in the moment. She had missed him after all. He would never admit that he had perhaps missed her too, and he had been keeping his distance because he believed she was better off without him. That he had been trying not to do this, not to kiss her again.

              Neither Shayla or Aaron were the type that normally did feelings or relationships. Something kept drawing them back together though, and for the first time in a long time, Shayla had hope. No matter what direction this went, she would never regret it, and she would chose to live in the moment.