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"Hey, are you okay?" a familiar voice asked as I was made to stand fully. "Yes, I'm fine....SHIT!" Ash's face came into focus, kind of. My hair was in my face, vision was blurred a bit, but as my eyes widened, things became clearer and clearer. Ash had heard me call out. Ash had come to my rescue. Ash's hands were holding me up. I was staring dumbly at him but . . . but he didn't recognize me yet. My face was all covered up by my mess of hair, so maybe I had a chance! "Um, yeah yeah, thanks," I cleared my throat and tried to mask my voice by making it lower, looking to the floor quickly. "Are you sure?" his tone was laced with concern. "I'm okay...er...sorry I bothered you...er...um...I'll just get back to my friends, they'll be so worried...so...uh...ya'," I clumsily stepped back, deep voice sounding weird and forced. "Maybe you should stick around to talk to the guards, they might . . ." he trailed off, "Do I...know you?" "Psssssh! Me? Nope, this is my first concert, but I really have got to get back..." I should've just played it off like we'd met! "No, I've definitely-" he gasped. Shoot. I was suddenly in such a tight bear hug I could barely breathe, but when I did breathe, I smelled Ash. He smelled just as I remembered....like summer and sand and sunshine and cheesy pizza and cheesier jokes... like home. I couldn't fight off the instinct and my arms wound their way around him. We spoke no words, just felt each others' embrace as we remembered. I let myself breath in the contact, the memory, for just a moment. And then I ran Life is more complicated than just loving each other...what will happen with these two friends as they try to navigate history, love, loss, and rockstardom
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