FILLER CHAPTER SORRY NOT SORRY
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That night we decided it would be too risky to stop in at everyone’s homes to retreat clothes and other objects that one might deem important, even if we had no way of knowing if they were even here yet but that also meant if they were to get here when we were on the road we would have no way of knowing.
In the long run we decided that seeing as Ashton and I seemed to live closest to the bush we were currently in, even though it still wasn’t that close, only the two of us would go and fill up the Ute with anything we deemed important.
The ride to Ashtons house that we decided to go to first was Awkward. The radio stayed off and there was no music and there was no talking and there was nothing but silence and the sound of the car on the gravel. It was exactly seven minutes before midnight when we rocked up to Ashtons house, his parents cars weren’t in the driveway which he said wasn’t weird because it was a Saturday night and they were probably out drinking with friends.
I followed him inside, the door was still locked and as far as I could tell everything was where it normally would be because Ashton didn’t show any sign of discomfort or distress.
“Sorry it’s messy,” he blushed and he cringed when he notice a pair of underwear on the floor in the hallway outside of what I assumed was his room.
I started to wonder why his parents wouldn’t clean the house, then I started to wonder why his parents would be out so late at night drinking and I started to wonder if Ashton actually has been taking care of himself and ultimately I started to wonder if that is why Ashton is so immature at school, why he picks a fight with me because he needs authority and he just wants to feel someone paying him attention even if that means its negative.
I walked around his room, my fingers lightly running along the walls. The paint was peeling and felt slightly damp and scratched and torn like nothing I’d ever touched before. “Why do you hate clichés so much?”
His voice was delicate yet rough and I was so done with these boys being opposites but the same it was messing with my head. I paid no attention to him but noted at the corner of my eye he was walking from his wardrobes to his bed, I presumed packing the things we were told to get.
“Because Romeo and Juliet were foolish, because the nerd doesn’t get the guy, because not everyone is good at something, because not everyone wants to have life like the movies and for god sake not everyone wants to build a fucking snowman,”
Ashton laughed, and it wasn’t cute, it was ridiculous and it was obnoxious and it was nice because I didn’t have to think about the fact that the reason I was here was because our country is in danger.
“Do you want to build a sandcastle?” He sunk mockingly and I turned, trying my hardest to keep my face in a stoned glare but I couldn’t, my cheeks started to twitch and my lips were pursed to hard and my eyes were watering with effort and I just let go and laughed at his stupidity but he was so adorable and so innocent right then I couldn’t help myself.
He through a duffle bag at me, it was limp and empty and I attempted to raise an eyebrow at him but I didn’t have that power so he just laughed at the face I was making and I kind of wished I could see it.
“Go fill it up, we have lots of canned food in the pantry… Mum has bargain hunting problems and they were a dollar a can the other day.” He laughed and I laughed too because I felt what he felt because I’m sure we have lots of canned food at my house for the same reason.
I walked out of his room and headed in the direction I assumed the kitchen was, it wasn’t an open plan house. There were lots of hallways and lots of turns and it was quite big but I eventually got there.
I opened the door to his pantry and was met with more cans then I could honestly have expected. Like he would legitimately shit out Baked Beans and Spaghetti. I opened the duffle and began shoving the cans inside, adding a tub of vegemite because weaknesses.
I ended up raiding his fridge and found a bag of apples that I added to the top of the bag even though I knew they might rot we could always eat them first. Then I added things like a few bottles of water and struggled to close the bag but I did it eventually.
“You done?” Ashton asked and I jumped because I hadn’t realized he was leaning against the frame to the kitchen.
“How long were you there?”
“Long enough to watch you struggle with the zip.”
“And you didn’t help me.”
“It was funny.” He laughed and I shoved the bag into his arms playfully.
“Keep it. Keep the struggle.”
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When we got to my house I ran straight upstairs and grabbed a massive chunk of pillows and throw them at Ashton when he walked in. “I need comfort.” I said as if it was obvious and he went down to put them into the car I presume.
I packed all my clothes whether they fit or not just in case they fit Taylor or Lily. I then shoved in all my underwear and realized how we failed to realize that if we don’t go to the others house we will have to lend underwear and that isn’t nice.
I through the now full bag at Ashton and a cheap backpack I never use at him as well and told him it was his turn to be the kitchen bitch and that I was going for a shower.
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“Were back!” I shouted as soon as I hopped out the car and I was smiling because Ashton was cracking jokes for me for once and not at me.
“We were so worried!” Gray said coming up and hugging me tighter than I had ever been hugged.
“Cant- breathe – Gray.” I choked and he let go.
“There was a broadcast, they’ve reached Sydney…”
The first thought I had wasn’t what I thought it would be, it wasn’t that we might have been caught, or that my mum was out there, that everyone elses parents were out there, it was of Eren.
If I was right, which I probably am, the first thing they would do is take over the hospital. It would have no security and they would need it to take care of their men that got injured while at the same time stopping our men to be treated.
“Eren…” I choked, like really choked. My spit was caught in my throat and I couldn’t swallow properly even though I’d been doing it for sixteen years.
Gray hugged me and he held me like he really held me, we sank to the floor and I just curled up and I didn’t pay attention to the way Lily was looking at us and the way Jean and Ashton were looking at me or the pity in Taylors eyes even though she had no idea what was going on I just felt Grays presence and I felt his chin on my head and his chest on my cheek and the tears trickle down my face and it was calming and it was peaceful and the boys started the fire back up and we all sat around and I stayed in Grays arms.
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