Fake Smiles and Kisses

Chapter 6

There's silence in the room as we both stare at the dress reliving the experience tied into it.

"Why did you keep it?"

"I didn't. Mom did. I'm not sure why. She thought it was important for me to burn it or something. That was the time where she actually took time to care."

She suddenly looks to the floor, knowing exactly what I meant. I literally haven't sat down and had a actual conversation with my mom in years. And we live together. When my dad died the "being a mom" switch turned off and workaholic turned on.

All of a sudden Ashley flings the dress across the room and I hear the hanger bang against the wall.

"We are definitely burning that thing later. Now I just have to get these pants out of your closet." She leans into the closet and pulls out dark blue jeans and a striped sweater with it after moving to the top shelf of my closet. She looks at me pointedly while shoving the clothes in my hands while going for my grey toms.

"Casual but not too casual. It's perfect. God I love your clothes."

"You can borrow them anytime, You know. "

"Oh I know. But I also love my clothes." She winks before walking out the door leaving me to change.

I walk out and find Ash sitting at the table. My mom was nowhere to be found, as usual. She looks up and gives me a small sad smile.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" She says real fast. She knows she can't lie to me yet she still tries.

"Ash...?"

"Nothing, Nick, seriously you wouldn't care or would want to know. It's fine okay? Perfectly fine." She grips her phone so hard her knuckles are white. She tightens her lips so that theres only a small line where her mouth was. She keeps looking at the screen nervously. She can't lie. I give her a pointed look and pull out my phone. I quickly lean over to see what she's on and I see it's Facebook. She widens her eyes realizing what I'm doing. I feel the phone being snatched from me by her hand revealing reflexes I didn't know she had.

"Seriously. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?" Curiosity and anxiety floods through my mind. We both state at each other for a minute before I see her falter. She reluctantly hands me my phone and motions for me to sit down. I do while I opening my Facebook account. The first thing I see is a picture of me photo-shopped on The HULK. I look pissed and very green. I scroll down and see a blurry picture of me punching Austin, obviously taken with a smart phone form a crappy angle. I look horrible. I keep scrolling down.

How does she have friends? Oh wait only one my bad.

Slut.

Fat.

Why does she even bother?

Ugly bitch.

Maybe some make-up will help? Haha no.

Everyone hates her. She's such a loser.

Why is she even still here?

She should go die in a hole.

She couldn't even save her own dad.

The last comment was the worst. Because I knew it was true. It haunted me every night.

I looked at Ash's face, fear and pain written all over it. I didn't say anything except that we were late and we should get to school. I brushed past her and ran to the car making no effort to make conversation during the whole ride. Silence was my only peace for the moment.

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I decided that each chapter will probably be short....

SORREEEEEE.

The question of this chapter is:

What's your favorite band? (Answer in comments!)

And the song of this chapter is: Ghost in the machine by B.O.B. this song is amazing. I love it.

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ILY!