Quiet | afi

11

"Hey, you ready to go?" I walked to Michaels locker

"Yeah, I didn't drive today by the way so we're taking your car"

"Cool" we walked out the doors and into my car "my place or yours or where?"

"let's go to mine" I drove us to Michaels house, a place I hadn't been in awhile

"I feel like I haven't been here in forever"

"Oh yeah, I guess we're usually at chloes" he kicks off his shoes and went downstairs, which I followed. We sat down on the couch and he turned on his PlayStation "do you like Ashton?" He says out of no where

"What?"

"Do you like Ashton?" He says slower

"I don't know, I mean-"

"You totally do" he laughs "he likes you too, you know"

"Why would he?"

"Your clueless sometimes" he continues to laugh as he plays Fifa

"Do you want to stay over tonight?"

"Yeah sure"

"Ok, it should be good but I'll double check with my mom" Michael went upstairs. It was about 11:30 and we'd mostly just talked while he played video games, which I'm totally ok with. I felt my phone buzz and saw a text from ash

A: what are you doing right now?

N: at Michaels, why?

A: never mind, see you Monday

N: ash tell me

A: I was just seeing if you could come over cause I'm not feeling great

A: but it's fine, I don't want to bother you

N: you're never bothering me ash

Michael came back down stairs

"My moms asleep but it's probably good"

"Would you be mad if I went to Ashton's?"

"No of course not" he shook his head "did he just text you?"

"Yeah he said he isn't feeling great"

"Well I'll see you later then"

"Thanks for dinner, I'll see you on Monday" I went upstairs, put my shoes on and got in my car. I drove to Ashton's and pulled in the driveway as the only other car there was his. I knocked on the door before I opened it. I heard noise coming from upstairs so I went up to Ashton's room. I walked over and saw him push everything off his desk. The dresser drawers were already ripped out and on the floor. I watched as he smashed a picture frame but the glass cut his hand

"Ash, oh my god" I finally went in

"Fuck" he muttered under his breath, holding his left hand. I saw blood drip from it

"Come on, you have to clean that" I took him to a washroom down the hall. I hopped and sat on the counter, Ashton stood in between my legs. I took a washcloth and ran it under warm water. I dabbed it over Ashton's cut and I saw him wince when I did so. We were silent as I treated his cut. I began to bandage it when Ashton spoke

"You actually came"

"Of course" I finished wrapping his hand and we went back to his room

"You didn't have to come, you could've stayed with Michael. I'm probably going to sleep soon anyways"

"I wanted to come here, Ash" I reassure him "your rooms uh, something" I say looking around at the mess he'd created

"Fuck my moms going to kill me" his sentence finishes with a yawn