Luke's POV
After a few hours of chatting with my family in the living room of our home, Ben and Jack make their way to separate guest rooms for bed.
"Luke?" My mum asks softly.
"Yeah?" I ask back carefully, as she doesn't normally talk to me like this.
"What was that? Back at her house?" She asks looking into my eyes.
"That was her mom." I say, avoiding the question.
"Luke." My mum says, giving me that mom look.
"Mum, I can't just tell you. It's not my place." I say apologetically.
"I'm going to talk to her about it then." She says seriously.
"Don't push. It's a touchy subject." I say, knowing I won't be able to stop her.
She just nods before getting up to go to bed. I sigh. "Mum?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna go back to Ashton's. In the mess we completely forgot presents cause we were doing ours in private. Is that okay?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Of course." She says, "Have a good time." She adds.
"Good night mum. I love you." I say as I walk out the door.
"Love you too." She says as she walks up the stairs.
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Ashton's POV
"How long have you known?" I ask Evan, who is sitting beside me on our couch.
"About what?" He asks, though we both know what I'm talking about.
He sighs, "Since a couple months into your mother's pregnancy. I didn't say anything because I knew it was yours to tell me. I saw the scars on your wrist. There weren't many so I wondered if maybe it really was the cat, then I laughed at myself because that's ridiculous. But I didn't want to bring it up before we were even talking and end up hurting you. I wanted you to tell me." He let's out, looking into my eyes.
"Thanks Evan." I say, really appreciating that he didn't say anything. I would have pushed him away.
"Does Luke know?" He asks.
I just nod, remembering how he cleaned up my cuts and was still able to look into my eyes without flinching.
"Tell me about it." He says, referring to the self harm.
I repeat the entire story to Evan, who is in tears before I even get halfway through it. I'm crying as well, but I continue on nonetheless.
By the time I'm finished telling him everything I told Luke, we're both crying on the couch.
As I'm sobbing into Evan's shoulder, the door opens again.
This time, it shuts softly and I see Luke walk in the door. I immediately dry my eyes and try to smile at him. I know I probably look like hell with makeup smeared under my eyes and my eyes are probably bloodshot as well, but it was worth a try.
"What's wrong baby?" He asks worried, sitting down beside me.
"Nothing. I j-just.. I just told Evan." I shakily respond.
"Everything?" He asks, not wanting to say something wrong.
I simply nod my head, trying to compose myself.
"That's good." He says with a smile, pulling me into a hug.
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Soon enough, we have completely changed the subject and I feel much better. Sometimes when I'm with just Luke or Evan, I can forget about all my problems and pretend I'm a normal teenager.
After about 20 minutes, Evan informs us he's going to go to bed. He walks up the stairs to the guest room, taking Court with him.
"I have something for you." Luke says.
I smile, "And I have something for you." I say.
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a little black box. My eyes go wide and I feel like running away. Luke catches on to my nervousness, "No no! Not yet! Not that! Sorry." He says in and rush while chuckling.
I sigh, feeling much better. I love him, but I'm in highschool.
He opens the box and inside is a dog tag with an engraving on it. I pick it up with a smile, reading it, "Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly."
"This is beautiful Luke. And this just proves how meant to be we are." I say, pulling my gift for him from my pocket.
He picks up his dog tag and reads it aloud as well, "I carry your heart." Then he looks at me confused and I show him the ring I'm wearing. It's a heart that fits inside his dog tag that says, "With me." (Pictures of their gifts at the top).
We both smile, thanking each other before we decide it's a good time for movies.
It's been a long day and I think we need a break.
We cuddle up on the couch, each wearing our gifts, and turn on some random movie that looked interesting.
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You Can't Save Me..
أدب الهواة"You just can't save me." She would say. "I can try." He whispered as she drifted off to sleep. Her name was Ashton. She suffered from depression since age 8, been cutting since age 10, and starving since age 12. She knew from the beginning she had...
