drugs; l.h

4.

Ava

They sat in silence for awhile. Neither of them talked, just sat next to each other and looked out at the city. He would occasionally glance at her, making sure she hadn't started crying, which he thought she did everyone time she would sniffle. He had no idea of what to say, does he ask her what's wrong? Invite her down to his apartment to pet his cat Lester? He didn't know, he was never good with girls. Yeah, he was good looking, but he just couldn't talk to them without screwing something up.

He saw her shiver as a gust of wind blew past them.

"Here," he said taking off his jacket. "Wear it."

She shook her head, pushing it away as she ran her fingers threw her hair, hoping to tame it down a little.

"Come on Ave, you need it more than I do," she jumped at the nickname, haven't heard it in years. She got uncomfortable remembering who used to call her that and why he called her that.

She shook her head. "No, keep it, I'm fi-"

"Ava, take the damn jacket." He ordered. She huffed and gripped the jacket in her hands and slipped her arms through. It smelled like a mix of some type of cologne, and... grape gum? She couldn't tell, whatever it was, she liked it. A lot.

He smirked. "So, tell me. What were you actually doing up here?"

She let out a sigh. "I needed to clear my head, like normal people do. Alone." His lips were pressed into a thin line as he chose his next words carefully, not knowing what would upset her.

"I think," he started. "That having someone to talk to helps. You can tell them, without being judged, and they'll help you with whatever it is you need. Some people like to keep to themselves, and that's okay. But sometimes you just need to let things go, and out for other people to know." He finished. Ava didn't want to agree, but she did.

"I've never.." She started off. "Had someone to talk to before. I don't have any friends, I don't have any family. I've always kept to myself because I can't trust anyone," she whispered.

"I'm messed up. I go to parties every night, either getting high or drunk because I just want to forget everything of my past, but it doesn't last. I'll wake up in the morning and instantly remember everything I've tried so hard to forget. And it sucks, it sucks so much because I know that ill have to go home to an empty house, then go to work where no one talks to me, then I'll go back to my shitty apartment and sit there alone." She said, a tear falling from her eye. She wiped it, and ran her hands through her hair again.

"I can help you stop," he whispered, placing his hand on hers. "Drugs hurt you, there's so many other ways to handle this Ave." She shivered at the nickname he had given her. She hasn't heard that name in awhile.

"It's not that simple," she trailed off.

"And you'd rather die?" He asked astonished.

"You'd rather end your life, then see what's still to come? You have so much ahead of you, love. You can't end it now. I'll help you stop, I'll help you get better. Just.." He trailed off. "Let me help you."

"Who ever said I wanted to die?" Ava said aloud. She never said that, although she may have thought it. "I just wanted to come up here and clear my head."

They sat in silence.

"What do you have to lose?"

She thought about it, and then softly laughed. "Nothing."

She looked up at him, and as the wind blew his hair around, messing it up even more than it already was, she thought about him. Luke looked like him. A lot, actually. She shook her head and sat up. She decided she would let him "help" her, even if she knew he would fail.

She was in too deep.

"Lets see what you've got."