Fear. Fear of... what?

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*Ashton's POV*

A knock on the door signaled that Sawyer was at the door. I was holed up in mine and Daniel's room. I really just didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

Anxiety attack. I figured it was due, I had minor ones and about one major attack every month. I just wished that it wasn't the same day I would actually get to know Josh and Sawyer...

I heard Josh and Sawyer walk inside and I remained where I was. I probably stayed there for an hour crying.

A knock on the door. Before I could say anything someone walked in.

"Opp, this isn't the bath- hey are you okay?"

I looked up and glared at the intruder. It was Josh. I had tear streaks down my face and I knew my eyes were red.

"Yeah. Just really tired. Got a lot of homework." What the heck did I just say. It was friggin summer. Stupid! Josh gave me a long and searching look before stepping in and closing the door. Did he want to... talk to me? What was he after?

Now that I looked at him I realized he was actually around a year older than me. His hair was longer then most guys, down to cover a good part of his ear. His jawline was strong and his eyes were soft and dark green. He had thinner lips than most and his nose didn't look to had ever been broken. I would've stepped back if I could. Something about him just seemed... brotherly. Like he would actually care if I said something.

"Ok now can I ask what really is bothering you? Because you and I both know that isn't true."
Tears poured from my eyes. How could I talk my way out of this now? What was he doing?

Josh sat down next to me and looked at me expectedly. I shoved my palms into my eyes trying to staunch the tears. We sat like this for probably a good five minutes until Josh stood up and placed something on my desk and slowly walked out of my room.

I looked at the paper. It held three things. A phone number. An address. And a note.

I don't know too terribly much about you but I have a bible study every Monday at my house at seven. Drop by sometime, it's like a small family, and I feel like that's probably what you need right now.

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