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A/N: I had to cross out some of the lyrics because they don't really apply too the story, but I hope you enjoy it, regardless. 

Just an average girl

She always wore a smile

She was cheerful and happy for a short while

Ali Krieger had never met anyone quite like Ashlyn Harris. The twenty-four year old blonde goalkeeper may have looked like a regular, grubby teenage rebel, but to Ali, she was the best gift ever. Ashlyn and she had been the best of friends before dating. Throughout the course of their relationship, they had split once or twice, but ultimately ended back up together, closer than ever. Ali may have thought Ashlyn was the strongest, bravest person she'd ever met, but Ashlyn just couldn't agree.

Now she's older, things are getting colder

Life's not what she though, she wishes someone had told her

She told you she was down, you let it slip by

Although Ashlyn told Ali much about her family and her past, she hadn't told her nearly everything. She wasn't sure she wanted to. When Ali had asked about her brother's addiction, and then compared it to her own brother's, Ashlyn felt that Ali didn't really get it. Sure, the two men had both gone through addiction, but Ashlyn's situation was different. Her family had been messed up from the start, and was still messed up, unlike Ali's family, which had mended its bonds and renewed their relationships.

So from then on she kept it on the inside

She told herself she was alright

But she was telling white lies

Can't you tell? Look at her dull eyes

Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night

But she knew there was no chance of feeling alright

Almost everyone on the team had something to say when Ashlyn walked into the hotel lobby for breakfast fifteen minutes late, in sweats and a messy bun. She was trying to keep her blonde locks in front of her face so that no one could see that she'd been crying.

"You okay, Ash?" Pinoe called from across the room. "You look like you got hit by a truck!"

"More like a monster truck!" Kling joked playfully.

"Babe, what happened?" Ali asked as Ashlyn sat down in between her and Whitney. It was their first face to face conversation since last night. Jill had roomed Ali with Whitney, and Ashlyn had been the odd man out.

Ashlyn shrugged, accepting a plate of waffles from Dawn.

"Nothing," she mumbled, adverting her eyes. "I'm completely fine."

Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves

'Cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding through you see

She knew she was depressed, didn't want to admit it

Didn't think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it

"Ash, baby, aren't you hot?" Ali asked.

The couple stood on the Miami Beach, the rest of the team around them, playing in the sand, swimming in the water, and tanning. Ashlyn had opted for a full wetsuit instead of her usual board shorts and a rash guard shirt, even though Ali thought it was way too hot to wear a jet black full suit.