The Unexplainable You.

Part Twenty-Two. Portland.

Asher and I have been dating for almost six months. Well, only technically dating for four, but ya know. And oh, have we been busy.

First off, Asher got out of the hospital a week ago. His nurses told me that since the two of us have been hanging out, his condition has improved monumentally. I cried when they told me that.

Second off, Andy has a girlfriend now. Her name's Anjali, she's pretty cool, but she's been hanging out at our house way more than a normal person should. I know my dad doesn't like her though.

Oh that's the third thing, My dad quit is his job because he decided that he had missed too much of us kids lives, so he's working for google now. He's liking it but I've heard him and my mom talking about how they're supposed to pay for my hospital bills with him not making the same amount he used to.

It's been one of the greatest few months of me life though. And I owe that all to Asher.

Speaking of Asher, someone knocks at my bedroom door, his pale figure giving me a wide smile. He still looks like a ghost, and he's a bit insecure about it, but I promised him that I would make him look human again. I've been taking him on walks, even though we can only walk a block or two because he's still not super used to actually walking, and he refuses to use his wheelchair.

Anyways, he smiles at me as he slides down to the floor next to my bed.

"Hey,"  I laugh "What are you doing here?"

He shrugs, "I don't know, can't a boyfriend just visit his girlfriend"

Those words sound amazing on his lips. 'girlfriend.'

"Anyways, I just wanted to come over, my sister is staying the weekend at her friends house and obviously, I don't want to be alone with my mom, And I uh, I guess I was wondering if I could stay here."

I smile, running my spindly fingers through his hair. "Of course hon, the guest room is cleaned for you. You can stay as long as you want."

He blushes, lifting my guitar from where I left it propped up against my bed and begins plucking at the strings. 

"Are you writing something?" I ask, letting him play the intro to a new tune. He's been working on trying to be able to play the guitar again, and he's been writing music too. I love listening to him play.

He nods. Humming a soft tune under his breath. Something about dreams and envy.

"Will you play for me?"

He shrugs, going through the chords like a well trained motions.

'I was at the store, it was a monday I think. I'm not certain anymore.'

His voice was soft, reflecting his personality; soft spoken and passionate all in one person.

'There was a girl on the phone, maybe talking to a lover, maybe talking to a lover.'

I lay back on my bed, hands behind my aching head as I listen. I wish I could stay here forever.

'She told him 'I'm sorry, I know that I'll be late, I had to just stop by the store. Some popcorn, some candy, okay I'll get on that, I'll meet you at the backdoor.' I suddenly grew a little envious of this girl I knew nothing about, because she had everything I ever dreamed of, everything that she could go without.'

His voice wavers for a moment at the end of the verse, and a single tear streaks down his cheek. I don't want to stop him from singing though.

His voice trails off, and he looks at me. "That's all I've written so far"

"It's beautiful." 

He blushes, his eyes falling on me.

"So are you."