Foreign exchange a.i.

Ashton

We ended up watching about two movies and just screwing around. This mini party was supposed to be thrown for Olivia but all she's been doing is pretty much talking to Calum, but it's alright, they're cute.

Ashton had been picking on me all night and it was honestly starting to get on my nerves. It was also making Michael mad. I was glad that Michael and I got along so fast and that we've become best friends already, but I like to deal with my own problems, therefore he was also getting slightly annoying.

"So what are you not looking forward to during school?" Luke asked me. Because school was a week away we decided to talk about it, for some odd reason.

"I would have to say math, it's not my best subject so, yeah." I answer

"You mean maths?" Ashton said in a snappy manner.

"Yeah, sorry I don't really know what all you guys say differently." I said rubbing the back of my neck.

"Well learn it fast." Ashton said glaring at me, and everyone noticed, and everyone was done with all of his rudeness."

"Ashton do you need to leave?" Michael said looking at Ashton.

"No she just needs to learn it before school, people will have enough trouble understanding her as is." I was taken aback by his comment. The one thing I couldn't do anything about was my accent and he decides to make fun of it. He's being so rude.

"Did I do something wrong." I snap at him, not really intending on it coming out as a question.

"Why would you think that?" Ashton says innocently. I scoff.

"Well two movies ago you weren't being a dick, but now if I do one thing that's slightly American you make fun of me and tell me to change it. Guess what Ashton I've been here for four days. I'm not supposed to have the 'lingo' down pack and I'm not supposed to know every thing Australian, get over it, I'm American, I can't help it. Goodbye." I snap and with that I get off the couch and go to my room.

I can't believe him, literally four hours ago he was picking me up and laughing with me, not at me. It was my fourth day here. How could I know what I was supposed to say or not supposed to say. God I was frustrated, and as I thought that I felt my eyes start sting. Oh no, not now. Don't cry.

I hate this. I was crying, full on sobbing into my pillow. I hate how I tend to deal with my emotions. I don't mean to, I hate crying, but it seems whenever I'm mad or frustrated I cry. It makes me feel like a child.

Suddenly there was knock at my door. Shit. No please be Olivia, but when I looked up I saw a very concerned Michael.

"Before you say anything, I'm okay I swear." I said between sniffles.

"Then why are you crying?" He asked closing my door and taking a seat next to me on my bed, placing a hand on my back and rubbing in small circles. I put my head back into my pillow.

"It's, i don't know, I just do."

"Cry on a regular basis?" Michael said chuckling a little.

"No. Whenever I'm mad or frustrated I cry. I absolutely hate it but I can't help it."

"Oh, well if it helps I kicked Ashton out."

"Why? You shouldn't have I can deal with my own problems, I don't care if he's in the same house as me." I said.

"But I should have, you're like a sister to me already, I didn't like how he was treating you."

"I'm gonna take a walk, I need to clear my head." I said and walked out of my room.

At the top of the stairs I wiped under my eyes and stepped into the bathroom in the hall. I looked at my reflection and cringed. My long belong hair had been tousled from shifting on the couch so much and my eyeliner had rubbed off.

I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off the makeup that had run off of my eyes and put my hair into a side braid. Now that I looked more presentable, I headed downstairs and out the front door. I strolled around the outside of the house, enjoying the warm air of Australia. When I breathed in I found that Australia had a smell. It smelled like flowers and the beach. It definitely is different from the smell of gasoline and nothingness.

I kept walking and thinking when I saw the garage light on. Someone was in there. I quietly walked over and opened the door and wasnt ready for what I was about to see. When I walked in I looked around and finally my eyes landed on something, or someone, Ashton, sitting on the drummer box, crying. (I was really tempted to put ashton fuckin yo bitch... but i didnt... sorry not sorry)

"Ashton?" I asked quietly as to not scare him. He looked up wide-eyed and it was clear that he was crying. His face was read and his eyes were all puffy and wet. It made me sad to see him like this. It makes me sad to see anyone sad but he just made my heart sink.

"Are you okay?" I asked rushing over to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." His voice cracked and he looked down at his hands again.

"That is bull shit. Whats wrong?" I said nealing down beside him and looking up to his face.

"Nothing." He said looking away from my eyes.

"Look me in the eyes and say that again." I said sternly.

He looked me in the eyes and said nothing, he just started crying again. I couldn't bare seeing him like this, he's usually so bubbly, but I can understand, I'm the same way. After all the people who smile the most are the ones who are hurting the most inside.

"I know how it is, being sad. Putting on a brave face. I may seem happy but not all the time. Ashton please tell me whats wrong, I promise it really does feel better." I said hugging him tightly.

"It- its m-my fami-ly," He hiccuped, "my d-dad left u-us and I to-took on his r-role." I knew it was deeper than that so I stayed silent and listened. "My mum called," he was calming down a little. "My little bro-ther got sick to-night, which mea-ns that I ge-t to take ca-re of him. On-top of a j-job. Its ju-st so h-hard, I'm on-ly 18." He said. "I kno-w my mu-m cant he-help that, its the b-bastard of of a da-dad i h-ave. We dont e-even know where he i-is."

I dont know how to respond so i hug him. I hug him tightly. I know its not much, but sometimes a hug is all they need, sometimes they need to be reminded people care for them, they shouldnt have to go through low points alone. Ive gone through them all alone. It sucks. (seriously it really does)

"Ash. Its amazing how you can do that. take care of your family at such a young age. I know I wouldnt be able to take care and provide for mine, and the whole dad thing, I know how it is. One day my dad and brother just up and left me and my mom. My parents hadn't even been fighting, they just, left. Of course we stayed in contact with my brother, but we never knew where they were, and we never heard from my dad." I started crying too. Ashton was crying into my shoulder and I was crying into his.

"Im sor-ry." He said.

"No, hell no. Do not be sorry for me. It only made me stronger." I pulled away from him and looked at his lap. No, I looked at his arms, and all the braclets on them. My heart fell, I knew exactly what was under those braclets. Scars. I gently reached down and touched his braclets, not taking them off because I knew he would get uncomfortable. Instead, I pulled up one arm and kissed it.

"I'm here for you." I said.

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A/N

HOLD ONTO ME CAME ON AS I WAS WRITING THE LAST BIT AND IM AM CRYING BECAUSE ASH JUST I DONT LIKE THE SAD ASH I LIKE THE HAPPY BUBBLY ONE!!! T.T

well i feel like a bad human being but.. you gotta do whacha gotta do..

I had so much ADD while writing the last half i wanted to put an A/N on everything I wrote..

sorry not sorry

untill next time lovelies ^.^ T.T