Ash's Freaky Family!

Asher's paranoia and Corey's relationship fails!

Ash was writing a story when-

BAM!

A loud bang sounded.

Ash ran down the stairs in fear that someone was hurt.

When she got downstairs, she was met with a angered Asher and a nervous Corey.

Ash rushed to Corey's side. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

"What's wrong, kiddo?!!!" Asher fumed. "That brat stole Grace!!!!!!!!!!!"

Grace. Asher's favorite and only motorcycle. A bright red and maroon bike with a bright yellow lightning bolt hand painted across the leather seating. It was Asher's baby along with his cyan and navy blue electric guitar, his more valued child, Dian. It was more valued because it was signed by Prince the same year he died. He got the signature during one of his concerts, backstage.

Anyway, Asher was outraged. He was about to clobber Corey's head in when Ash stepped in front of him.

Asher growled at his hikari. "The hell, Ash!!!!"

Ash hugged her little bro. "Don't hurt Corey."

"But that little jerk took my motorcycle!"

Ash crouched down to Corey's height in order to look him in the eyes. "Corey, Alex told you that you're too young to ride that motorcycle. Didn't he?"

Corey pouted. "I know. But how else are me an-... and me gonna get to Friendly's...?"

Ashley raised an eyebrow. "Me and me...?"

Corey bit his lip, averting his eyes.

Ash crossed her arms. "Corey, what aren't you telling me?"

Corey sighed. "Alright... I took the motorcycle to... go on a date with Dominic..."

Ash sighed. "Corey, that kid is bad news. We told you to stay away from him."

Corey pouted. "It's not like anything happened... It's Friendly's. Not a night club."

"It still wasn't right." Ash stated.

Corey crossed his arms. "What's so wrong about it?"

Ash sat on the floor instead of crouching. This could take a while. "First and foremost, Alex said no and you disobeyed him. Second of all, Dominic is not the type of boy you should date. You should date someone who cares about you. And third, you're young. You shouldn't be worried about dating yet."

Asher scoffed, catching the two's attention. "And forth, you are NOT allowed to lay one measly finger on MY motorcycle!"

Corey grimaced. "Whatever." He stormed off to his room, his arms still crossed.

Ashley sighed in defeat. "Asher, I'm worried about Corey."

Asher rolled his eyes. "Why? The brat just learned a valuable lesson. To never mess with my motorcycle."

Ash glared daggers at Asher. "Not helping, Asher!"

Asher sighed. "Well, then why are you worried?"

This caused Ash's moral to go low. "Our little brother is dating Dominic. You saw that kid the other day. He's a disgusting little player. Corey's so pure and he's trying to ruin that."

Asher shrugged. "So what? The kid needs to grow up. And this is the fastest route."

Ash tilted her head in confusion. "You think... he should grow up?"

Asher nodded. "Better now than later when everyone else is grown up and he's still our little baby brother."

Ash narrowed her eyes at her yami. "Whatever, Asher." She left the room, leaving a guilty Asher behind.

Ashley needed to find a way to cheer her little brother up. But how?

She would soon find out. But it would definitely take her a while.