It's been 7 years since that all happened. We lived with our foster parents till Ash turned 18. He moved out and took me with him. I had the worst social anxiety ever. I could'nt make friends or even talk to girls, my clothes were always ripped up or too big for me. "Ashton I need help." I say calling for him. "What?" Ash came out in his ripped up Nirvana shirt and he was eating cereal. "Everyone has fancy phones and clothes-" Ash cuts me off. "I know I can't fucking afford shit for you Luke!!" He yelled at me and sat down his cereal. "do you not see where we are living??" He spat at me. "A FUCKING MOTEL" He hit the wall. "A CHEAP ASS MOTEL" I was shocked. "Ash I didn't mean it like that." Ash took a deep breath. "Hurry, you're gonna be late for school." Ashton sighed and left. I picked up my books and headed out to the car. It was really small and the color of mustard. I got into the car and kicked a piece of trash. "Look, I'm sorry Luke I'm just stressed." Ashton apologized. "It's fine." I say as we pull up to my school. Kids laugh at us. "OH FUCK YOU" Ashton flips off everyone. "Have a good day, champ" Ashton sped off.
