Michaels POV.
"Treat this one well, I saw you guys run in here." The old lady whispers into my pierced ear.
Ashlyn looks to me in confusion. The lady walks away, I watch her walk away.
"What did she say?" Ashlyn asks, leaning closer to me.
"Nothing important." I dismiss her question and try to change the topic,"so what are we doing today?"
"Tell me already." she tries again.
"Are we going to go grab my clothes and head off?" I try to change the topic once again.
"Yes." she sighs angrily,"if we are dating don't keep secrets from me." her eyes look like they are on fire.
"We need to go as soon as possible to get to my house, my mom gets back at five." I tell her, I see her eyes tear up but within a split second she looks away.
"Okay." her voice cracks. Crap, I misspoke.
"Sorry." I try to console her but she quickly stands and walk out. She's not angry just upset? Those are the same things aren't they? I don't know anymore.
I chase after her, I meet her in our room.
"I'm sorry." I say hugging her.
"It's not your fault, come on get packed." she's choked up, she grabs clothes and changes into them right in front of me.
"Well hello." I look at her started, as she pulls up her pants.
"Uh hello?" she laughs at my expression, she's not crying anymore, her eyes red and puff but nothing that won't go away in a few short hours,"come on we have to get going." Ashlyn tugs me out of the room and down to the lobby we exit and make our way for the car.
