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As I push through the doors into the burger place and see Ashton, I feel my heart rate slow down a bit. He looks up and waves me over.
                          
"Where's Michael?" He asks when I slide into the booth next to him.
                          
"He's still in the car I think." I cross my arms and lay my head on the table.
                          
"What happened?"
                          
I shake my head and close eyes. I keep telling myself that he won't understand, but something in the back of my mind says he will. I can't tell him. I just met him, I can't tell him that kind of stuff. He could try to use that against me for all I know.
                          
But Ashton trusts him, my subconscious reminds me.
                          
Just because they're friends doesn't mean he trusts Michael yet.
                          
"Are you excited for your sister to come visit?" Ashton asks.
                          
My head shoots up and I stare at him, tears pricking my eyes.
                          
"Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot." Ashton says quickly when he sees my expression. "It's been a year now and it still doesn't seem real."
                          
I sigh and nod slowly. It really doesn't seem real.
                          
"Hey guys." Michael says, sitting down across from Ashton.
                          
"Hey." Ashton replies. "Where ya been?"
                          
"Just in the car; thinking."
                          
I look up at Michael and see him watching me closely. His eyes narrow and dilate several times as he stares into my blue eyes.
                          
"I'm gonna go get something from the bar, do you guys want anything?" Ashton asks.
                          
"You aren't old enough?" I say, my statement ending as more of a question.
                          
Ashton's only nineteen, soon to be twenty. He's not old enough to drink here.
                          
"I've charmed before, I'll charm again." Ashton smirks before gently bumping my hip with his.
                          
I groan and stand up to let Ashton out of the booth.
                          
"Get me a miller light." Michael tells him as he passes.
                          
Ashton nods then goes up to the bar. I sit back down and narrow my eyes at Michael.
                          
"What? A drink every now and again is fun." He shrugs.
                          
I rolls my eyes and lean back in my seat. He does look like the type to drink underage but I didn't think he'd drink in public. He seems more likely to drink when he's home alone and needs to relax.
                          
"Are you going to tell me now?"
                          
I should ask what he means but I know. I know exactly what he means.
                          
"No." I state firmly.
                          
"Why?"
                          
I sigh and grumble under my breath. Why is he so annoying?
                          
"Because I don't know you." I mumble.
                          
"Well, my name is Michael. I'm eighteen years old, I'm from Australia, I play guitar a bit. What else do you want to know?" He says, resting his arms on the table.
                          
I roll my eyes and look around for Ashton. He is busy talking to the young waitress at the bar, licking his lips every now and then. Damn it, Ashton, stop flirting and come back here.
                          
"Why do you want to know?" I mumble.
                          
"I just want to know why you were in therapy in the first place. Yes, you have anger issues but I want to know why." Michael responds.
                          
"Are you always this nosy?"
                          
"Yes."
                          
I roll my eyes and huff.
                          
"You roll your eyes a lot. You should stop before they fall out of your head." Michael says.
                          
I glare at Michael, my anger rising again. He give me an innocent half smile and cocks an eyebrow at me.
                          
"You're a cock." I grumble.
                          
Ashton returns a moment later with Michael's beer, a dos Equis, and what I assume to be a rum coke.
                          
"The coke is for you." He murmurs, setting the drink down in front of me.
                          
I wrinkle my nose at him. I'm only seventeen and I've never had alcohol before. I know, I'm lame, but I don't want to get addicted to alcohol. It's not likely, I'm aware of that. I just don't want to take the chance and end up like my father, who constantly came home drunk.
                          
"One drink won't hurt." Ashton says softly, placing a comforting hand in my back.
                          
"It hurt my dad." I mumble, picking up the drink and eyeing it carefully.
                          
"There isn't that much alcohol." Ashton takes a drink of his beer and nods to the rum coke in my hands.
                          
I take a tentative sip to find that he's right. I can barely taste the alcohol. Maybe one drink won't hurt.
                          
I take another sip, fully aware of Michael's eyes on me. I glance up at him and he looks away. Damn this boy is confusing. First he gets on my nerves, twice, and now he won't even make eye contact with me.
                          
"Can we order food now? I'm starving." Ashton asks.
                          
I look back up at Michael and he nods slowly. Ashton quickly opens up the menu and starts naming things that look good to him.
                          
(A/N shitty chapter I'm sorry! Exams have driven me insane this week and I have two tomorrow:(
I'll hopefully update again this weekend but I'm not sure since I'm leaving for Seattle Monday and I have to get ready for that...)