Ashley got home from the doctor's appointment with a very pleasant surprise. Her father and mother were fighting. Before she even stepped in the house she could hear the yelling. She knew all of her brother's and sister's were too smart to stay, so she knew if she did, she would be the only one. Before she even touched the doorknob she turned the other way. She went back to where she came from, the busstop and waited for a trip to Stars Hollow.
The bus came shortly after she arrived, and that had to be at least a small plus to her sucky day. She strolled down the now familiar streets of Stars Hollow, waving to some of the nice people she had met while visiting. Her mind told her to go to Rory's, but her feet took her somewhere else, Dean's house
She hesitantly strode up his steps, and paused a moment before she knocked. She heard her hand hit the door, and she knew she had done it, she had knocked on Dean's door. She didn't know what she was going to do next.
He opened the door, his face showing the surprise at what he found at his doorstep.
She saw him gulp, "Hi," he said.
"H-hi," Ashley stumbled back.
"Is something wrong?" Dean asked.
"Well, uhh...kinda," Ashley said.
"Do you need to talk?"
She was glad he suggested it first, but she knew she had to hide what she was feeling "I have to go."
She ran off as quickly as she came, leaving Dean alone and confused at his doorstep.
This time her feet followed her mind and led her to Rory's house. She knocked on the door, and Rory came quickly.
"What's wrong?" She asked as Ashley as she stepped into the house with her friend.
"Can we just talk?" Ashley asked.
"Sure, let's go to my room," Rory suggested, the girls walked through the corridor, the kitchen, and into Rory's room.
Ashley walked in and found Rory's room was nothing like hers. Books lay neatly placed in a bookshelf, her bed was made, clothes were barely visible, posters neatly hung on the wall, nothing was found on the floor except the wood itself.
The girls sat on the bed and began their discussion.
"What's wrong?" Rory started.
"Well it's just..."
"You can tell me," Rory urged her friend to confide.
"My dad and mom are fighting again, and he was drinking," Ashley let the words spill from her mouth as if they were spit, spit that had been sitting there on her tongue for years.
"Is h-is he an alcoholic?" Rory was afraid to hurt her friend by her question.
"Yes," Ashley admitted, and in that one small word, tears came gushing from her hazel eyes.
Rory held Ashley close, letting her tears stain her shirt.
"It's ok, everything will be fine," Rory hoped she was right, she really did.
It had been hours since Ashley let her guard down, and it seemed like she never had.
"Is he a good kisser?" Ashley asked excitedly, her feet dangling of the bed as Rory sat at the head of the bead.
"The best!" she admitted, with the brightest smile she could've ever mustered.
The girls giggled as if they were ten again.
"So is it really ok with your mom that i stay the night?" Ashley asked.
"It's fine," Rory said happily.
The girls stayed up for hours chatting until they finally dozed off to sleep, little did they know what the next week would hold for them.
The bus came shortly after she arrived, and that had to be at least a small plus to her sucky day. She strolled down the now familiar streets of Stars Hollow, waving to some of the nice people she had met while visiting. Her mind told her to go to Rory's, but her feet took her somewhere else, Dean's house
She hesitantly strode up his steps, and paused a moment before she knocked. She heard her hand hit the door, and she knew she had done it, she had knocked on Dean's door. She didn't know what she was going to do next.
He opened the door, his face showing the surprise at what he found at his doorstep.
She saw him gulp, "Hi," he said.
"H-hi," Ashley stumbled back.
"Is something wrong?" Dean asked.
"Well, uhh...kinda," Ashley said.
"Do you need to talk?"
She was glad he suggested it first, but she knew she had to hide what she was feeling "I have to go."
She ran off as quickly as she came, leaving Dean alone and confused at his doorstep.
This time her feet followed her mind and led her to Rory's house. She knocked on the door, and Rory came quickly.
"What's wrong?" She asked as Ashley as she stepped into the house with her friend.
"Can we just talk?" Ashley asked.
"Sure, let's go to my room," Rory suggested, the girls walked through the corridor, the kitchen, and into Rory's room.
Ashley walked in and found Rory's room was nothing like hers. Books lay neatly placed in a bookshelf, her bed was made, clothes were barely visible, posters neatly hung on the wall, nothing was found on the floor except the wood itself.
The girls sat on the bed and began their discussion.
"What's wrong?" Rory started.
"Well it's just..."
"You can tell me," Rory urged her friend to confide.
"My dad and mom are fighting again, and he was drinking," Ashley let the words spill from her mouth as if they were spit, spit that had been sitting there on her tongue for years.
"Is h-is he an alcoholic?" Rory was afraid to hurt her friend by her question.
"Yes," Ashley admitted, and in that one small word, tears came gushing from her hazel eyes.
Rory held Ashley close, letting her tears stain her shirt.
"It's ok, everything will be fine," Rory hoped she was right, she really did.
It had been hours since Ashley let her guard down, and it seemed like she never had.
"Is he a good kisser?" Ashley asked excitedly, her feet dangling of the bed as Rory sat at the head of the bead.
"The best!" she admitted, with the brightest smile she could've ever mustered.
The girls giggled as if they were ten again.
"So is it really ok with your mom that i stay the night?" Ashley asked.
"It's fine," Rory said happily.
The girls stayed up for hours chatting until they finally dozed off to sleep, little did they know what the next week would hold for them.