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Therapy // Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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I walked to Ashton's beat up blue truck.

"It's a bit of a fixer upper but it gets me places." He told me.

I just smiled at him and sat in the passenger seat.

"Where do you live?" He asked me.

"Just off of 22nd Street. Thanks for the ride by the way, my mom would probably be upset if I would of walked home." I continued as Ashton started driving.

"Why? Does she not trust you?" He asked turning his head to me shortly before his eyes focused on the road again.

"I guess you could say that." I answered him sheepishly.

"Why would that be?"

"I don't know I guess that's just how she is." I responded not wanting to get into any specifics.

"Oh okay..." Ashton said sounding a little unconvinced.

They're soon was a slightly uncomfortable silence as we continued driving, before Ashton turned and looked at me,

"So tell me about your self." He said.

"There's not much to tell really. I'm not all that interesting."

"Oh c'mon there must be something interesting about you, I know it. Hobbies? School? Weird habits?"

I laughed at the last one. Before I responded.

"Im 18, I go to Mayford High School. I have no idea what I want to major in when I go to college, if I even do. And I like to draw I guess. That's pretty much all there is to me."

"What do you draw?" Ashton asked me curious.

"Anything that strikes me I guess, people, places, dreams, events, memories. Whatever intrigues me."

"You draw people huh?" He asked.

"Yeah. People I know, people I don't know, people I'd like to know."

"Would you ever draw me?" Ashton asked quietly.

I thought about his question for a short second.

"Well-"

Thump. A loud noise interrupted my sentence.

"Damn it." Ashton groaned.

"What was that?" I asked Ashton worriedly.

"I'm not sure, hold on let me get out and check."

He pulled the car over at the curb and quickly got out.

I took this time to look at the inside of his car. It smelt like rain and the leather seats smelt like whatever cologne Ashton was wearing. He had a raggedy dream catcher hanging from his rear view mirror. The radio was falling apart and he had a messy pile of CDs. The car seemed to suit him perfectly.

I heard Ashton curse from outside before he came in with a scowl on his face.

"Looks like we have got a flat tire. Don't worry I called the guy and he should be here in fifteen minutes."

A flat tire. Out of all the times something had to go wrong it, it had to be when he was dropping me off.

He sat down on the curb before pulling out another cigarette lighting it.

"You want one?" He looked up at me before offering me.

"No thanks." I said as I decided to sit down next to him on the small curb.

We happened to stop in front of the forest by my house I used to always go to. I looked around taking in the beautiful sight of the green trees.

"So the tow truck company said they could tow it to the nearest motor shop to get a new tire."

I looked over at Ashton and said,

"I can walk home from here. It's actually pretty close to my house."

"Okay we'll probably have to do that considering your form of transportation just sadly got a flat tire." He told me as he chuckled, showing off his deep dimples.

Ashton got up and wiped his pants off of any dirt before he reached his hand out to help me up.

"Where are you going?" I asked slightly confused as I took his hand to help pull me up.

"I'll walk you home. You said you live close to here."

"Ashton, you have to wait for the tow truck to come. You don't want to miss it."

"I'll be there and back in no time." He told me with a smile.

I thought about what he was saying before I said, "Alright but if you miss it, it's completely your fault. I'm just letting you know now."

He looked at me and laughed. I found my self admiring what a great laugh he had.

"Okay I take full responsibility if I miss it." He chuckled.

I don't know what it was about him that made me agree to let him walk me home. Maybe I just liked his company. He seemed pretty alright so far, and he made me feel a little better earlier at the therapist.

I began walking towards my house and I heard Ashton's big feet behind me. He seemed to be crushing every dry leaf he walked past almost deliberately. I smiled because I thought it was a slightly childish thing to be doing.

"So I heard you just moved here?"

I asked Ashton.

"Yeah just got here, and how'd you hear?" He asked smirking.

"Oh Luke told me, so where are you from?" I asked.

"Are you and Luke, like a thing?" Ashton asked me cautiously, completely ignoring me question.

"Oh no, just friends. Things are purely platonic."

I was being honest, Luke and I where friends since I started therapy and he always will be. He's the one that's always there for me, even in my darkest days.

"Oh. Okay." His face seemed light up as he turned to me and smiled.

We approached my block and I turned down my street. Walking torwards my house seeing that my mom was home.

"Well this is my house. Thanks for walking me. And thanks for giving me a ride, or trying to at least." I said to Ashton laughing slightly.

"Oh yeah sorry about that by the way." He told smiling sheepishly.

I turned to walk to my door and saw Ashton staring at me.

"See you around Aria." He told me smiling.

"Yeah, I'll see you around." I told him before smiling and waving goodbye. I quickly opened my door and walked in, thinking about that boy and his dumb smirk.

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A/N: Thank you for reading this far! Have a great day/night!