Ashley's POV~
Scrunched up in a ball I sat on the couch feeling empty inside and like I had no purpose in life. My mother had left for work about an hour ago and Willow was never a morning person so she'd be around later in the day. Glancing at the three to four digits on my alarm clock which clearly printed 8:37am. Last I checked the clock had 8:34 written on it and I couldn't stop checking it. Time seemed to stand still. With a slight groan I stuffed my head into the depths of my hot pink, fluffy pillow. Every muscle in my body ached with an invisible pain from deep inside. I couldn't escape it not matter how hard I tried.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on what I presume was my front door. Maybe if I ignore it they will just go away like these painful feelings inside me. As time went by the knocking soon stopped giving me relief that I didn't have to get up. However, the knocking started up again causing me to groan out loud to myself. Rolling off the couch in a slump of blankets, pillows, and tears I got to my feet. With a blanket wrapped around my body I trudged to the door. Slowly I opened the door ready to yell at whoever was standing before me. However, I wasn't even able to speak for gentle hands cupped my face pulling me in for a kiss. Completely taken by surprise I stiffened up before pushing the strange person away. That's when my face went ghostly white. It was Wesley.
"I think I'm going to be sick.." I stuttered with a sudden feeling of nausea setting upon me. Why was he back? After everything he did...
"Whoa..whoa. Careful now.." His hands steadied my wary balance as I swayed back and forth uneasily. I pushed him away still full of anger.
"Get away from me!" I yelled in disgust not knowing why he was here.
"Hey now. Ash...I just wanted to say I was wrong..I'm so sorry.." Is he really pleading for me back? Who does he think he is? I'm not like those girls who you can just ditch and come back expecting me to come crawling back. No matter how much I wanted to go back to him I knew I had to remain strong. Everything was all so confusing.
"No..You don't get to come back here expecting me to come crawl back to you.." Wesley looked genuinely sorry which made things a hundred times harder to deny his charm. A couple neighbors and wandering people started to stare at our arguement.
"I thought you might say that..but Ash I really am sorry and if you really don't want to get back with me that's fine. I'll respect your desision, but I want you to know I am sorry..." His gorgeous eyes were so alluring and tempting. Tears streamed down my face as I stood there completely silent thinking over everything that had happened in the last five minutes.
"Wes...How do I know you won't leave me again?" My wall was starting to break and I hated myself for it.
"I promise I won't." He got closer.
"Don't make a promise you can't keep, Wes.." I stated stepped back inside my house starting to shut the door when he stuck his foot in the way.
"Please.." Who knew I--out of all people---would have Wesley Stromberg pleading for me. I'll admit I really wanted to cave in to his alluring nature.
"Wes..please get your foot out of my doorway," I wasn't in the mood to fight anymore.
"Ash..please don't do this.." Wes pleaded as he moved his foot.
"Goodbye Wesley," I shut the door on the guy who I knew I had feelings for, but he hurt me. I couldn't just forget that. Slowly, I walked back to the couch with tears streaming down my face like a waterfall now. Turning on the tv the headlining story was about Wesley. Figures.
Apparently, Wesley abruptly left Emblem3 in the middle of the tour for some unknown reason. I had to be the unknown reason. I felt terrible now. Quickly, I ran to the door hoping Wes was still there, but he was already gone. Falling in the doorway I started to sob and curl up in a ball. Why did I always mess things up like this? As I cried in the open doorway letting the whole neighborhood hear my cries a girl my age approached me. Her hair was golden blonde and she had a dangerous smirk clinging to her face. I knew her from school, Rebekah.
"Well, what do we have here? This'll be great for my blog," She snickered as she took a picture of my puffy, red face full of tears and snot. Feeling satisfied she skipped away all full of joy about her little picture of me.
"Could this day get any worse?" Just as I said that the sky roared with thunder and it immediately started to down pour. Dragging myself back inside I shut the door and just laid on the floor in a puddle of my salty tears.
"You know...you leave your window open.." I turned towards the familar voice with a hopeful smile. It was Wes. He was drenched from the rain. Instantly I jumped up and ran into his arms.
"I'm so...sor..sorry" I stuttered through my cries.
"Shhh...It's alright.." He held me close to his wet clingy clothes.
"I..I didn't know you left the tour..." I stated as I looked up at him.
"I couldn't focus...not after how I left things," His voice was raspy and serious.
"I probably look like a mess..." I stated trying to bury my face in his chest so he would have to see all my imperfections.
"You don't look like a mess. You look perfect" I looked back up at him and before I knew it my lips met his gentle lips.
