𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒🌟💊

𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔...

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

i hadn't spoke to ashtray in three days and usually he'd reach out, i've spoke to fez but i miss ashtray. i've been busy with school recently and i guess i haven't made effort to talk to him either, he probably feels the same.

i was curling my hair sat at my desk, my phone started going off. 

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: am

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: amara bruh answer

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: what's up?

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁:i'm so worried about ash

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: why 

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: i haven't really spoke to him in a while 

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: that's probably why

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: why whatttttttt

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: hes been on drugs n shi

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: what the fuck

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: is it because of you doing them

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: no it's not 

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: how do you know 

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: because he took heroin

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: oh

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: 👍

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: are you with him?

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: no he's asleep 

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: go sit with him please

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: okay he is gonna be mad tho

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: he was high asf yesterday he will want sleep 

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸:  just make sure he's sober

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: i'm gonna come over now 

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: thanks

i was nervously looking down at my phone with tears in my eyes, "momm!" i ran downstairs and into the lounge. my mom, my dad and my grandma were sat there looking at me with worry in there eyes. "can someone please take me to ashtrays..." i was out of breath and i was crying, in the space of ten minutes. 

"why amara, dinner is soon." my mom said, her lack of empathy was so annoying. "mama it's important! please!" i said sitting on the couch next to my grandma. "amara, hermosa it's time for dinner you can co tomorrow." my dad said standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

"why... why can't she go?" my grandma said, she is always on my side. "he is a bad influence and se doesn't seem to be giving a reason." my mom said following my dad, i rushed up and ran to my dad. "please you like ashtray!" i whined, i guess our arguing alerted my siblings. 

"look amara give me one reason why you should be allowed and if it's valid go for it!" my dad yelled, i had already been whining about not being allowed but having to give the reason really hurt. my lips quivered and i just sobbed and ran my hands through my hair.

"am there is no reason to cry cause you can't see your boyfriend." my brother laughed, "it's not like that..." i cried, everyone was looking at me like i was a brat. "then what's it like?" my sister walked towards me putting her arm around me, light rain hit off the windows and doors of my back yard. 

"fez... he text me ash has been on drugs and he is worried about him- mentally." i mumbled rushing towards the door, "i'll drop her off." my brother, santiago, said following me being waved off by my parents.

"cmon am, get in my truck." he said passing me my coat from the closet near the front door. "thanks." i said climbing up to his car, i rubbed my eyes and sighed. my brother began to silently drive me to ashtrays, "what drugs is he on then?" he broke the silence, i sighed. "i don't really know..." i answered, i do know but saying it makes it more real.

"you otta be careful amara getting involved with ashtray." he said looking at me and then facing the road. "why, he's a good person." i said as we pulled onto ashtrays street, my leg was bouncing up and down and i had a lump in my throat.

"incase, what if he turns you into his life style?" i just scrunched my face up at him, "i'm just warning you." he said as we pulled up at ashtrays house, "whatever, thanks."

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: ash is awake now btw

𝐅𝐄𝐙𝐂𝐎😁: he's upset i think

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: damn

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀🧸: i'm here now anyway

i jumped out and was met with fez opening the door, he was looking at me awkwardly.

"hey..." i said as i looked back to see my brother driving away, "ma?" i looked past fez to see ashtray stood in the kitchen, "i thought you were sleeping." i asked walking over to him resting my arms on the counter opposite him.

"i don't think i am." he said looking down and walking towards the sink filling up a cup. "funny." i sighed, he looked up at me smirking. "why haven't you spoke to me?" he said awkwardly, there was a tense feeling through the room.

"why have you been on drugs?" i snapped back, he looked a me with wide eyes. "dude why can't you keep your mouth shut!" he looked past me at fez who was looking at me with his eyebrows raised. 

"ashtray man i was just worried!" he said walking over to him, ashtray pulled away as fez went to  grab him. "so? you could've helped me! instead you told the one person i try hide this shit from!" he was lashing out and pushing fez away.

"ashtray!" i yelled over the top of the arguing, "amara just shut up!" ashtray turned to me as he ran his hands through his hair. "ash!" fez pushed him holding onto his shirt, ash scuffed fez off of him. he pushed fez across the room and went into his bedroom slamming the door.

"he didn't touch you did he?" fez asked looking towards ashtrays bedroom, "of course not, shall i  let him cool off for a bit tho?" i questioned, fez nodded and i sat on the couch. 

"i think he's a little depressed, and that's why he's being like this." fez said sitting on the couch opposite me, i sighed. i mean its understandable and he's had problems with his mental health before. "i am gonna go sit with him." i said standing up and taking a strong breath.

"even if he doesn't speak to me i just have a bad feeling about him being alone." i said rushing upstairs to his room, i opened the door falling into his room.

his eyes darted too the door but he sighed and looked away from me, "ash stop." i said sitting up on his bed. "ashtray baby talk to me..." i said, i turned his head to look at me. he had stress in his eyes and was just silently looking back at me. 

"i hate fez, i'm not mad with you... i love you." he said looking at me, his eyes were big and staring back at me. "i love you too..." i muttered, i was to focused on his face. his eyes were so tired and his cheeks were pink along with his lips.

"hmmm i'm going to go to sleep soon." he said looking at me with a confused expression. "you have been asleep all day tho..." i said hitting his arm, he reached out and put his arm around my waist. "he really really can't keep his mouth shut." ashtray scoffed rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"cmon he's just worried about you." i ran my hand across his face, i was tracing his jawline in attempt to keep him calm. "but he shouldn't be!" ashtray yelled scoffing with it.

"ash cmon, you know why he's worried." i was desperate to get him to talk and reach out, i kissed his cheek and rubbed the back of his neck. "but- but i don't know ma! i just don't want him to worry, or you..." he admitted as he rested his head on my chest. 

"ashtray i'm serious what's up?" i said pulling the blanket over the both of us. "it's too hard to explain... or talk about... i don't even know what one anymore." he spoke as he pulled us further into bed. 

"whenever you're ready..." i sunk into his pillow as he rested against me.