I pull up to the driveway of what is left of Ash's house. He is sitting in the passenger seat. We get out. Ash steps over some of the rubble until he stands on top of where we found him lying on the floor. He starts to tear up. "Ash," I say.
"It's okay, I'm fine." He walks over to where the basement door used to be.
"Ash, be careful."
"I will." He walks down the stairs, making sure each one is safe before stepping down. After he gets to the bottom, I follow. The basement is almost exactly how I left it on Sunday, except for a few pieces of ash from the ceiling, along with a hole. Ash goes towards some boxes in the far corner. "Hey, um, if you want to get some of those games," he says. "You're welcome too. I'm gonna get these old pictures and stuff and the TV."
"Um, okay." I grab the box of video games from under the television stand, along with the controllers, and put them in the backseat of my car. Asher comes up shortly with a box. He and I go back and forth getting all the boxes from the basement, and checking to see if anything else survived the fire, Asher found his old piggy bank, and a picture of him and his mom from last Christmas. I found a picture of Ash and me from our last school dance. We put everything in the car and drive back home.
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Even Through the Storm
Teen FictionAsher and Lola have been dating for six months when Asher's long-lost father comes around and ruins everything.
