Lucy opened the door, then went over to her bed without once looking at Ash. She pulled back the duvet to reveal the pictures of him with the models. "Well?" she demanded. "Exactly how stupid do you think I am?"
He caught the magazine and then threw it on the floor. "I don't think you're stupid and it was part of the internship I did there. They asked me if I wanted to model, I said yes. They told me I had to kiss one if the models, I said no and she kissed me. As for the one where I'm surrounded by girls, so what? I've been surrounded by lots of girls here and still I had eyes only for you. What's different now?" He asked on a calm voice as he closed the door behind him.
It was as if Lucy hadn't heard him. "It's alright for you!" she accused, pacing up and down in front of him. "I bet you thought it would be easy - have your fun with them then return to find me waiting like the good girlfriend I am. Unbelievable!" She twisted the necklace she was wearing angrily in her fingers.
"Lucy, I said no. I told them no and they still went ahead with it. If you were to becoeme and actress, you would have to kiss some guy just because it's in the script. I wouldn't get mad because I know where I stand. If you want to break up with me, then do it, but all that's going to happen is we're both going to be miserable. I only want you, every since we've become friends, best friends, I've only wanted you. If you want to throw away everything we have, including our friendship, that's your choice, but I told them no." He calmly says as he stares at her pacing.
"Of course I don't want to break up with you," Lucy said, quieter now. A few tears slipped down her cheek. "But Ash, this is always how it's going to be. You'll be off, becoming famous and I'll be left here. One day, someone glamourous is going to come along and they'll be better than me. And you'll fall for them, and it will be like I never existed."
He walked over to her and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "No one will ever take me away from you. Anywhere I go, I'm going to take you with me. I wouldn't be this great person, artist, photographer and friend if it wasn't for you. You helped shape me into who I am. Where would I be without you?" He smiled a sad smile before he leaned down and kissed her. "I'd never forget you and no matter what happens, I never will."
Lucy melted into his arms, shutting her eyes as she leant against his chest. She trusted him and so she had to believe he was telling the truth. "Ash..." she murmured. "Why do you never get mad at me?" It was true. Even when she been shouting at him for something he didn't even do, he stayed calm.
He looked at her. "What would it profit for both of us to be mad. Unnecessary and hurtful words would be said and hearts would be broken." He looked away from her and dropped his voice to barely above a whisper. "I was little but I understood what was happening. My father was like me, calm, but one day he snapped. He got mad at her and broke her heart. A couple months later she was diagnosed with Cancer. She fought it for ten years before he came back. They had another fight because he wouldn't take me and she didn't want me alone when she's dead. He got mad and shattered her heart again. The next morning, I found her dead in her room. I know the Cancer took her, but her heart was weak too. I know she died of a broken heart. As for my father, I got word the day after the funeral that he committed suicide. He suffered from a broken heart as well." He let a tear slide down his face. "So me getting mad, both of us getting mad would destroy us in the end. I don't ever want to ever lose you, I would die if I did. That's why I don't get mad."
"Oh, Ash," Lucy breathed, immediately feeling pity and sadness for what he'd been through. She knew both his parents were dead but she didn't know why; it always seemed like something he didn't want to talk about. Now she understood why. She put her fingers up and gently brushed away the tear that had fallen down his face. "I couldn't bear losing you either."
Ash doesn't say anything, he just stood there and held her close. She's the only ""family" he has left. He doesn't know what he'd do if her lost her.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you," Lucy whispered, her words muffled by his shirt. "I'm sorry I accused you of something you didn't do. I'm sorry for not trusting you like I should." She usually hated apologising, but this time she hated the idea of hurting Ash more.
Ash didn't say anything. He just pulled her closer and tightened his arms around her. He placed a kiss on top of her head and started rocking them back and forth slightly. He really didn't want to talk right now.
Lucy tentatively took his hands, her fingers lacing in his. As they stood there, rocking gently, her thumb stroked his, trying to communicate how much she cared.
Ash smiled and kept swaying. "Thank you Lus. I love you, I hope you know that. You are my everything." He kissed her ontop of her head.
"And I love you too," she said, a warm feeling inside her. No one other than her parents had ever said that to her before.
"So now what?" Ash asked as he continued to hold Lucy. Its nice, just holding her.
"We could go out and do something," Livy suggested shyly. To be honest, she didn't mind what they did as long as it was together. They could curl up on the sofa and watch a film for all she cared.
"I'm sort of tired, what do you have to watch?" He led them over to her bed and sat down. He really didn't feel like going outside right now. "I don't want to go outside and even if I did, I wouldn't be any fun." He closed his eyes and sighed.
Lucy got up and went to rummage in the drawer below her tiny television. "Mainly chick-flicks," she muttered, embarrassed. Not many people would have thought that she liked them since she always acted so cynical and sarcastic.
"ANyone of them is fine. I just really don't want to go outside or go to my dorm." He stood up and walked over to the window. He peered out her window feeling sorry for himself. Talking about his parents always made him depressed, that's why he never talked about it. He felt a tear slide down his face, but he let it go unhindered. He hasn't cried since his mom died.