Family Troubles || Redlyn

Talk About It?

Ashlyn's POV

I was walking to Big Red's car. I had no other way to get home besides walking, and he offered me a ride. I got in the car.

"Hey."

"Hi Biggie." I smiled.

"What's up?" He started driving.

"Not much. Don't have much homework, do you wanna come over?" I asked.

"Um... sure." He nodded.

"Hey, do you wanna talk now?" I asked, concerned. He canceled our plans and was in a bad mood for the majority of the day.

"It's not important right now. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"But we can..."

"I know."

"Is this about me saying I felt unprepared when you panicked?" I asked. "Because that was just once."

"What? No." Big Red shook his head.

"So you really just don't want to talk about it?"

"Exactly." He confirmed.

"Okay." I nodded. "So you're coming over?"

"Yep."

"Okay, well... good." I forced a smile. He didn't have to talk about it, and I wasn't going to pressure him, but I was worried. He glanced over at me.

"You're not feeling well, are you?"

"I'm sorry. I just wish you were happier."

He reached over to hold my hand. "I'm happy when I'm with you. Let's just... not think about it."

"Yeah, okay." I nodded. "I love you."

"I love you sweetie." He pulled into my driveway. I let go of his hand and got out of the car, rejoining our hands when we were both out.

"What do you wanna do?" We walked inside.

"Um... I don't know." He shrugged.

"Okay. We could just put something on and... I don't know, hang out?" I sat down.

"Sure." He nodded, sitting next to me. I curled up beside him, smiling. I pulled a blanket over the two of us.

"I might fall asleep." I mumbled. "I'm really tired. And you're really comfy to be with."

"Go for it." Big Red smiled.

"Mhm."

"Hey. Hey, Ash... wake up..." I felt a small nudge on my arm.

"I'm up." I yawned.

"I gotta go." He kissed my cheek.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Only like 30 minutes." He shrugged.

"Okay. Bye." I hugged him. A minute later, he spoke.

"You have to let go of me for me to leave." He chuckled.

"I know. It's better if you don't leave though."

"I don't want to. I have to."

"Why?" I whined.

"Family stuff." He mumbled.

"Is this the bad mood thing, we—"

"It is." He kissed my cheek again. "It's just a bit of stress. I'll talk about it with you, I will."

"You really don't have to."

"I will. Later, or tomorrow."

"That would be nice." I nodded.