The Cliché

The Boy At My Door

Chapter 4
Usually "in love stories it's wonderful when the girl gets a handsome boy at her door, asking to come in and wearing no top. But when it's Ash Jones standing in front of you, his clothes dripping wet with water and dirt on his face, you may feel the urge to close the door in his face.

I stood wearily in the door frame of my house staring at Ash, he pushed past me and into the house urging me to close the front door behind me. I slowly closed it over, a wave of confusion washed over me like a drug (not that i know who that feels).

"Phew!" Ash began "I think I lost them."

I took a step closer to him and raised my eyebrows. "Who the heck is after you?"

"The...police..." He said looking at me.

I stumbled back, shock and horror went through my mind as i backed away. "What the heck did you do?" I felt nervous, what if the police came here?

"I...um...it doesn't matter right now. Just hide me for a bit?" He pleaded, almost pouting at me.

"I do not want to go to prison for aiding a criminal!" I said in a hushed shout.

"You won't, you won't." He raised his hands up defensively as he spoke. I nodded in agreement and encouraged Ash to follow me into the kitchen. "I think we may have some old clothesnin that cubard"

"Thanks." He left the room and i heard footsteps climbing the stairs and going into the bathroom. How did everyone always know their way around my house?

I rubbed my head, why did he come to me for help? What the hell had he even done to be in this situation, and why had I ever agreed to help him? What on earth was wrong with me?

Ash padded slowly into the kitchen, the clothes were way too small and i had to contain my laughter. "So can you please tell me would you did now?" I said sitting down on the table, gestured for him to sit opposite.

He shook his head "No, i can't. I haven't told anyone and I've never done anything this bad before" i cocked an eyebrow, what had he done before? He seemed to understand my question and answered it straight away "I've done graffiti and other vandalism but i've never" he paused taking a long breath "stolen anything." His voice cracked when he said it and he looked down at the floor in shame.

"But you have now?" I asked making sure my suspicion was in the right place.

"Yes." He said in a half whisper. He was in big trouble, but now so was I.

- Hope you liked this chapter, the next one will be up soonish. Okay, thanks for reading this :)