More Than Friends: A #Mashley Fan-Fic

Aftershock

Ashley's POV:  

I was out in the rain again, completely alone. I was sitting in the gondola, waiting for something. What was I waiting for? I rock back and forth in a ball, trying to keep warm. I might as well be trying to melt an ice berg, because I continue shaking and shivering. Just then, I hear a call.

"Ashley!"

That's my name, isn't it? I peer up to see who called it, and I see a figure coming towards me, wearing a maroon sweater, dark jeans and grey shoes, coming at me at a speed that is seemingly impossible. Instinct would normally tell me to run, but there's something familiar about this person, something that compelled me to go towards them. As they get closer, I think this person is safety, this person has come to rescue me. I love this person, and this person is Mitch. 

His eyes are tear stained, and I can see new ones edging to take their place. His hair is wet and disheveled, but I think it's the sexiest thing ever. In a mere instant I'm embraced in his arms, feeling his warm, soft touch and sweet scent, and I think it's kind of like maple syrup. I use my remaining strength to wrap my shaking arms around him, letting him move me so close I can hardly breathe, but my instinct just wants to go closer, to let his warmth consume my cold body. I hear him murmur things into my hair, and I croak out words into his chest. He picks my chin up, making me melt into his light chocolate eyes, but instead of kissing me, he strokes my cheek and speaks a lot louder than I expected.

"Ashley," he says. I'm confused. 

"Ashley!" Mitch says, pulling me back into reality. 

 I wake up, realizing I was having a sort of flashback-dream. When I open my eyes, I see Mitch leaning over me, eyes full of concern. 

"What happened?" I ask, rubbing my eyes. When I do, I feel semi-dry tears there. When I move my hands away confusedly, Mitch puts his hand up to my cheek and wipes one away with his thumb. 

"I'm not exactly sure. You were having a nightmare, I think. You started shaking and crying, so I woke you up." he says, moving his hand away. "Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head and sit up.

"No, it's fine. I was just having a...a flashback from last night I guess." I say. I look up and I can almost see the pain in his eyes at last night's memory. 

"I'm fine now though. It was actually kind of a...good memory," I quickly add. "It was when you found me." I look down and give a feeble smile, but it's enough to make him feel a little bit better. He puts his arms around me and brings my head up so he can softly kiss me. 

"Well, I hate to throw it all back in your face, but you have to go to the doctor's soon. It's already twelve in the afternoon." he says. I groan.

"Wait, I have to go to the doctor's? As in you're not going?" I ask, looking up at him. He nods, avoiding my gaze. I back up a bit and shake my head.

"Then if you're not taking me, who is?" I ask.

"Your sister." he says bluntly.

"Tara? How did you even know she was here?" I ask incredulously.

"Instagram." he says, finally meeting my gaze. I groan even louder.

"I thought you liked your sister." he says, looking confused.

"Oh no, I do. It's just that...well, now I have to explain everything to her and she..." I trail off.

"Oh," he says, looking a little tense. "Well I would be going with you, but I don't exactly have permission to make an appointment for you. Your sister, on the other hand, does."