His Nerd Next Door

Do You Trust Me

Julie's pov:
I sit in my room on my chair trying to drown myself in Netflix.

I am just so worried about Ashton that even Disney movies aren't helping.

And that's saying a lot because Disney movies solve all the worlds problems.

After that big fight between Ashton and his dad, he looked so angry.

I should have said at least something but I was so afraid that I would say the wrong thing that I just stood to the side.

Should I have stopped Ashton?

I don't know.

I look at my clock to see it is 10pm.

It is a school night, but I feel like if I tried to go to bed I would just end up tossing and turning.

My parents and brother came home almost three hours ago and I can already hear them snoring in their bedrooms.

See, I am the exact opposite of my family.

Both my parents and brother are morning people.

Too much if you ask me.

They actually wake up on weekends and eat breakfast because they don't stay up late at night.

Then there is me, Friday and Saturday nights are either reading a book, watching movies, or binge watching shows until one or two in the morning and than waking up at 11am for breakfast.

I look down at my phone to see the credits on. Another Disney movie down, another time where I accomplished nothing, but I still scroll through my phone to find a new one.

That was until I start to hear knocking on my window.

I stand up, but then freeze.

It's 10 at night, for all I know it could be my assassin.

I walk a little closer and peak through my curtain the tiniest bit to lock eyes with an Ashton.

"Hurry it's cold." I hear him mumble. I quickly unlock my window and open it to let him in.

I watch him as he takes the chair in my room that I was just sitting at watching Netflix on my phone.

I close my window and sit down across from him on my bed.

It wasn't until I really took a look at him to realize how bad of a shape he really was in.

He had bags under his eyes and his hair was sticking out all over the place.

Not only that but he looked like he got ran over by a car..

Multiple times.

"Are you okay?"

He looks at me for a second before nodding his head.

I watch as he hesitantly stands up from his place on the chair.

I was curious what he was doing until I felt the bed dip right beside me.

"I'm sorry." He says.

I turn my head to look at him.

I then get a flash back to last Monday.

It seemed so long ago.

Right after the dinner at my house, and Ashton sneaking into my room.

Him apologizing for no reason.

"So, does this happen.. often?" I ask.

He looks down at his hands. "Most times." He says shrugging his shoulders.