A Second Chance - A Peyton and Asher Fanfiction

Chapter 12

'What do you mean this happen before? Why didn't you say anything?' Slowly getting closer to the bed the silence becoming is almost unbearable. Do he have any idea how much I worry about him.

Respond already. Say Something.

'Lately I've been having these headaches', he finally spoke getting off the bed. 'They started that day we were in the hospital, when you came in looking for and I didn't know who you were. As you opened the door and left... that was the first time.' He finally came off the bed with his last words and stood in front of me stopping my turtle paced walking. He looked at me with his eyes indicating the pain he was feeling.

'You...you. I uh.. I don't know what to say', I felt so worried I reached out to hold his hand, it was warm and gentle. But a sudden rush of anger filtered through my body starting at my eyes. They darted at him, it wasn't him I was angry with but the headaches hurting him, the situation he was in. I let go of his hand.

'Why didn't you tell me? Ash I worry about you all the time ok, I'm always wondering how long its gonna take for you to remember.' I yelled. My hands in first, my feet steadily on the hard ground, my eye brows furrowed and clenched teeth.

'Why are you yelling at me, I didn't tell you because to me you're just some girl I meet a couple weeks ago that for some reason feels like I've known for a long time and now look at us sharing a room where did that come from. You're so ugh. I didn't tell you because I knew you would react like this, you always overreact when something small like this happens to me,' he responds with a similar rage.

'Well I wonder why someone would possibly overreact when someone they care about is in pain, don't be stupid Asher.'

'Says you huh? Every time we argue you always say the same thing "Don't be stupid Asher", "Why are you so stupid Asher?"', he said imitating me, with that my shell of anger was broken as I burst out with laughter.

'Are you - *laughs* Are you laughing in the middle of our argument', his rage broke as well and replaced by laughter.

'The way you were mimicking me', I continued. 'Ok, ok I'm sorry for yelling at you, it's not you I'm angry with its just I worry about you that all. And the thing is we always share emotions when you're mad so am I, when I'm angry so are you, when you're hurting so am I and when I laugh you laugh. Sometimes my worry turns to anger and I can't always control myself.'

'That's ok I have trouble controlling my emotions too, probably why I lash out at you sometimes. Please understand me', he spoke with me more relaxed face and a smile which contagiously made its way onto my face. Leaned in hugged me wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing his warm body onto mine, my hand made their way around his neck as I held him closer if that was even possible. I felt as ease and peaceful, like that feeling of returning home after a long trip, or watching that TV show you haven't seen in forever or reading your diary of something great that happened in the past and being able to picture it better, a nostalgic feeling.

'I want to be with you...all the time. You make me feel safe and comfortable and free. With others I'm nervous, I feel cornered and anxious, its suffocating.', he pulled away and held onto my shoulders. 'I believe you, I believe everything you've said to me. It feels right no matter how much I try to deny it. So I'm willing to be your best frehbshdb', he said moving his hands from my shoulders and into his pocket and looking to the floor all cute. He wants to be with me? He believes me? I'm so confused to how this happened.

'Um excuse me what? I didn't catch that', I turned my head leaning my ear closer so I could hear.

'I'm not repeating myself', he said looking embarrassed. I already knew what his mumbles where about, trying so hard to contain my excitement, I gave him a big hug.