Back to Reality

~Chapter Thirteen~

Asher's POV

I had to stop myself. I couldn't tell her that already . . . It might freak her out. It freaks me out. She isn't even used to having friends, and we just met. I wouldn't even know her if Nathan hadn't done what he did.

"What do you think?" Samantha asked sweetly.

What am I going to tell her? I don't know how to cover that one up . . .

"Umm, I want to be your friend . . . I care about you Sam. Just like Nathan. He wasn't lying when he told you you had another friend waiting for him . . . one just like him. He was talking about me. Do you think you could trust me enough to be friends?"

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Samantha's POV

Something wasn't right about his confession.

I don't think that is what he wanted to say. I think he was going to say something else and changed his mind . . . I just hope he is telling the truth about being my friend. I may sound like a little kid here, but being truly alone really sucks.

"You want to be friends with me?" I ask, both incredulous and cautious. Could two very nice upperclass guys (and not bad looking, I might add) really want to be my friends? Don't get me wrong, that's great, but I want to make sure this isn't his way of making fun of me . . . I've had enough of that for more that one lifetime.

He looked at me quizzically, "Why does that shock you?"

I was ashamed. I avoided his eyes and whispered, "Nobody wants to be friends with me."

His eyes widened, "Oh, Sam, I forgot."

Is he going to change his mind now? Now that he remembers why nobody likes me? I certainly don't blame him . . . sometimes I disgust myself.

"I forgot you think that about your parents, but I just want to let you know, Sam, I will always be here for you. I'm not another bully. I want to be your friend because I like you, not because I want to play some prank on you. If I ever met someone who ever would, or has done something like that to you . . . I can't guarantee they would be able to walk away when I got done with them . . ." He looked angry and sympathetic at the same time. I believed him. I trust him.

"I trust you, Asher." I said softly.

His face brightened. "You have no idea how happy that makes me, Sam. I don't have many friends either . . . Especially after Nathan. I think people just don't know how to react around you when something tragic happens. But now I have you, and I promise you I will never do anything to mess this up."

I'm nearly ecstatic. Asher seems like a great friend. He's protective, and he cares. I would rather have one Asher than 10 others. He just makes me feel valued and comfortable . . . safe, like Nathan did.

"I never thought I would be glad to be hit by a car." I thought aloud and laughed. Asher did too. He looked so happy. His eyes gleaming, his head thrown back in laughter, his dark brown curly locks were messy, but that just worked in his favor. He is -- without a doubt -- the most handsome man I have ever seen. At least in a tie with his twin brother. I am so lucky that he cares about me. He makes me feel at home, and I love that about him.

"Yeah, now that you say that, this is kinda weird. But I'm glad it happened too, Sam."

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around me. I hadn't been hugged in so long. If anyone else had done it, I am absolutely sure I would've cringed at the contact . . . but with Asher, my body erupted in sparking tingles and I couldn't help but notice how we fit together. I leaned into him, realizing how much I had missed physical contact. Let me just tell you, being alone isn't fun. I let out a sigh of content and put my head on his chest. He sat on the bed and started playing with my hair. If I could just live in this moment forever, I would be the happiest girl in the world.

But then I realized something.

I think I like Asher as more than a friend . . .

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A/N

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