Where are you?
I decide to let him off the hook.
Me
I’m…mabye not ojay but I’m fin
I’m not our problen Asher
our*
you**
your***
Have a good nigt
Watch the show withott me tonght
Are you drinking?
Yep
Hey I spelld that rigt
Are you safe where you are?
Yeh
Billy is lookng out for my
me*
Who is Billy
I snap a picture of Billy, tell him to say cheese for my friend, and send it to Asher.
The messages stop coming after that, but the drink is working, I’m feeling a little better, and I hang out with my new friend Billy. We do a couple of dances that I do know, I fuck up a couple more that I don’t know but tried to learn on the fly (mega failure), and before I know it, he’s escorting me outside for some fresh air. Or maybe it was to take a ride? I can’t remember.
“Whoops!” I giggle, tripping over my own boots as my new friend holds me up with one arm and pushes the wide, wooden, saloon-style front door open with the other. He’s such a gentleman, even if he doesn’t smell as good as my favorite gentleman.
Asher.
Asher.
“Asher!” His name flies out of my mouth as suddenly as I spot him in the parking lot, leaning against his dark green Jeep. He’s already across the lot to the front door, in front of us, by the time I get his name out. His face doesn’t look like it usually does, though. He’s scowling, and it might be at me, or it might be at my new friend.
“This is my friend,” I gesture to Asher, looking at Billy.
Billy looks annoyed now, too. “You didn’t tell me you have a boyfriend.”
“I don’t!” I say gleefully, giggling at the thought. “He’s my friend.”
“I’m more than that,” Asher growls, stepping closer to me. “I’ll take her from here, Billy.”
How did he find me? And how does he know his name? Is that part of his Asher magic?
“We’re just getting some fresh air,” I tell him. “I wanna dance more! Do you wanna dance, Ash?”
