Lost.

Chapter 7 // Parties Aren't My Thing

I had stood dumbfounded, while Ash's mother and lady friend greeted Leslie and her family. His mother had engulfed me in a huge hug, explaining out how happy she was that we could all come together. As well as how much she missed her little boy. I didn't know if I should've been happy for Ash, or crying as memories of my own mother swarmed my head. She was very endearing towards her son, reminding me of my mother, once again, as it tugged at my heart.

Her name was Susie. Which reminded me of my book, The Lovely Bones. I insisted on calling her by her last name, even though I didn't know it, but she refused, causing me to have an internal party. How embarrassing would that have been, asking that, and not even knowing their last name? The girl that had jumped on Ash was his little sister, Kylie. Her bright green eyes impressed me immediately as she hugged Leslie as if she were leaving at any second. Although I didn't even know her, she hugged me. And it warmed my heart that Kylie hugged me as if I were her own family.

And only God knows how much I loved that little girl's embrace. I wrapped my arms so tight around her, I soon retreated, afraid of breaking the small thing. She caught onto my uneasiness, smiling immediately as she grabbed one of my bags, being watched closely by Ash whose arm was slung over his mother.

After settling into the car, I had to adjust myself to the different kinds of streets and ways of the European road. When we arrived at Ash's humble abode, I swear my jaw dropped ten feet. Was all of Leslie's family filthy rich like her? Does her family have a secret in making all of this money, because if so, I need it now.

"Oh thank you so much love, that's very sweet of you." Susie's thanked Leslie as she complimented the house. I would've said something too if it weren't for the fact that Ash was standing right beside me. And knowing a little bit more about Ash now, I didn't want to take any risks by saying something and having him bark at me for doing something wrong. Like seriously, how can his family live with this?

Ash steps in front of me, officially making me the last person to stroll into the house as he steps beside his mother. When he swings the large door open, I think I was near having a heart attack.

"SURPRISE!" people shouted as I squeaked to myself, and Ash broke out into a full out grin.

"Holy chicken!' Leslie jumps, punching her brother's arms. He glares at her, while she smiles sheepishly back at him. "You know you love me bro." She jokes looking back at me, giving me a toothed smile and all. That silly girl, my best friend.

Surprises weren't my favorite. The news of my sister's and mother's death were surprises. Bad surprises. And I know, I know so much, that all of these depressing thoughts of mine should stay in the back of my head where they belong, but resisting them is so hard, because they are the truth. They are my true depressing thoughts of suicide, and death, and cutting. No one's perfect, but no one is fucked up to the point where they don't know if living is what they want anymore.

Okay, yes there is probably people in the world like that, probably even worse, but I'm just another member inside of their posse. Of their club.

I drag myself into the house, trying not to run back to the car, and drive to the airport where I'll fly back home. I truly do miss my father and Gertrude. That poor Gertrude will make Tyler suffer with her Italian since no one is there to talk to her in her native language like I usually am. I'll probably give her and Tyler a call later.

"Awe you guys rock! What's up mates? I've missed you lot!" Ash says happily, giving a guy, I'm assuming to be his age, a man hug. Girls run up to Ash, hugging his side and giggling, while lifting their foot in the air as if this was some cliché chick flick. I look at them disgusted, not only disgusted with the girls, but I find myself disgusted with Ash. How can he be so fake?