Crazy Stupid Love | Ross Lynch Fanfiction

Chapter 14

Ross POV

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This couldn't be possible.

After the doctor had walked away I started pinching myself. It had to be all a dream. Here was no way Ashley had tried to commit suicide, or that she was in a coma, or worse of all, there were only 14 days left until she died. Unless she woke up.

Which, by looks of it, wasn't very likely.

"Ow!" I groaned when my nails dug in a little too deep into my arm. A woman in the same waiting room eyed me suspicously.

A few minutes later, she walked up to me. "You're Ross Lynch, right?"

I nodded, not knowing where this was headed for.

"Well, I've seen you in my daughter's magazines a couple of times, and according to paparazzi, you're not in the best state right now," she said slowly, like she was hesitating.

"You're probably wondering who the heck I am. I'm Maria Ansel, mental therapist. Here's my business card. You can stop by or call in any time," she said, handing me a small white business card.

"Thanks," I replied, but the moment she left I crumbled it up and stuffed it into my pocket.

I don't need a mental therapist. Sometimes when I have so many things in my schedule, I'll get really freaked out, and my family has suggested a therapist at times. But they just freak me out. There's no way I'm gonna sit in a boring office and talk to some stranger who's "specialized" in listening to other people talk about their problems.

Yeah, no.

I eventually drove home, trying to forget everything, but of course that was impossible.

When I drove up to my house, er, mine and Ashley's house, I saw a girl sitting on my front step.

As I got walked closer to her, I could see that she looked about 16 years old, with brunette hair, tall and skinny legs, and had a beach dress on.

I have to say, she was gorgeous. Every part of her. But my mind was also on Ashley, who was in a matter of life and death. Literally.

Well, at least I couldn't not talk to the girl.

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked.

She looked up, surprised. "Oh, I'm sorry," she replied in a meek voice. "I-I was on my way. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

The way her eyes were red and big, I could tell that she'd been crying.

She started to get up and walk away, but I held her back. "Why are you crying?"

She shook her head as if saying, No, I'll just be a bother.

"No you won't," I smiled. She looked at me for a while then looked down.

"Here. Let's introduce ourselves. I'm Ross," I stuck out my hand.

"I know who you are," she said, and shook my hand.

"You're not going to tell me your name?"

She smiled sadly and shook her head. "I'm not going to give out my real name. Just call me, uh, Ashley. Yeah, Ashley."

My eyes widened at the mention of Ashley's name.

"Um, no. Please not Ashley. How about, Aubrey? Is that good?" I quickly asked.

She looked at me strangely. "Okay," she finally said.

I considered telling her about me for a second, but decided not to. "Hey, if you're not going to tell me your real name, then I'm not going to tell you about me. Other than my name."