Let's Go Before Trouble Comes

Chapter 8

A/N: Hey hey. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, not even gonna try to make an excuse. So, quick question. Who do ya'll ship?

Ash and Arrow...

Ash and Blake...

Ash and Forge...

Thanks for reading!! Please vote and comment. Oh, and thanks soooo much for 100 reads!!

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I woke up in an unfamiliar room, decorated in gold and purple. But it was the most comfortable bed ever. I forgot what a good night's sleep was on a $2,000 matress.

"Ash, hey. Don't you dare go back to sleep." I looked over to the side to see Raven sitting in a chair, his hood pulled over his head. "You hit your head pretty hard, but you'll be just fine." He talked to me like I was a child, like a china doll covered in cracks, on the edge of shattering.
But I guess that's pretty accurate.

"Where's Forge," the words wouldn't come together perfectly due to this pounding headache.

"He's down the hall. Oh, and you're in Spear's house. You don't remember much because you went into shock, and passed out not to long after. Apparently Jack got you back in the truck, and they took the phone saying, 'We have to get to that house ASAP! Ash is-' we lost connection or something. Anyhow, they wrestled Forge into the truck. Them idiots was freakin out 'bout you cause they are idiots. And terrible doctors."

"I want to see Arrow and Jack," I whispered, noticing I still had on Jack's T-shirt.

"Alright, fine, I guess," he sighed, getting up from his seat. I shifted myself, trying to get under the blankets. Since these stupid boys laid me on top of the blankets. He walked to the door, laying his hand on the door handle. "Hey Ash?"

"Yeah?" I tried sitting up, giving up after a few inches and laying back down.

"What happened with Luke?" he asked, turning his head towards me.

"He tried to, you know. He was like 'I thought you loved me.' I told him I'd never love him and ran out." I shuttered, thinking about it.

"So why did you act like you loved him."

"Cause that was the only way I could think to get him away from Forge," I answered. And now Forge wants to leave, and it's all my fault.

"Okay," he shrugged, and walked out, leaving the door slightly cracked. "There's some clothes in that closet," he calls, his footsteps fading.

I reluctantly got up and hobbled over to the other door in the room. There were some bright purples dresses in the front, so I pushed past them to find some jeans, shirts, and jackets. I grabbed a black pair of jeans, a gray crop top and a blue hoodie.

I laid there, eyes closed, listening to a silence I haven't heard in days. "Hey baby." I whipped my eyes open and the sound, a slight smile gracing ny face. "How you feeling?" Arrow asked, laying down beside me, and sliding the blankets over both of us. Jack walked in a second later, sitting in a chair beside the door I hadn't noticed before.

"Fine, I guess," I answered, laying my head on his shoulder and suggling into him. Someone had the AC turned on really high. "How's Forge? He still want to leave?"

"He'll be okay, I hope. And yeah, he still wants to leave." Arrow sighed, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Yeah, sorry, Ash," Jack said, pity lacing his... wait, he just called me Ash! I guess all it took was me yelling at him.

"It's up to Forge. He can do whatever he wants," my voice was shaky as I tried to focus on Arrow's breathing.

"I know that's not what you actually feel," Arrow said, looking over at me.