Everything I didn't say

Sad days

Chelsea- When I was little my parents had these two best friends, they had a son about a month older than me. I have known him my whole life. our parents always hung out so that meant we did to. I had always thought of him as just a friend until we turned 10 or so. He was the first boy I actually liked and probably the only boy I ever liked. I found it really awkward to be around him. I absolutely hated that. I think I suddenly just got over it though. I could never tell if he liked me though. He would always give me hugs and look at me in the eyes. But of course at the age of 10 I thought that meant he liked me. When we where 13 one night I was sleeping and my parents woke me up to go to his house. I didn't know why. They wouldn't tell me, but I could tell they where very sad about something. We arrived at his house at 2:00 am or something, all I remember is it was quite late or early. My parents rushed out of the care with fear I guess. We all went into the house and Ashton's mum sat in Ashton's dad's favorite chair with tears streaming down her face. I knew something was wrong. I ran to Ashton's room and he was sleeping. I yelled "Ashton what's wrong?!" He was unsure of what was happening.