Anxiety Attack

Chapter 47

Finley's P.O.V

I was sitting on the roof when my phone rang. Glancing at it, I noticed that it was Ashton. Heaving a sigh, I answered it. I couldn't avoid her forever.

"Finley Elizabeth Collins, I swear to God, I am going to kill you so help me," she began, already ranting.

I sighed. "I don't really need your lecture, Ashton."

She cut herself off in the middle of her sentence. "Are you sure you're okay? Because even though you keep texting me that you are, you sound really depressed right now and I'm not down with that because my friends need to be happy around me otherwise shit goes down."

"I'm fine," I said, ignoring the pang in my heart because saying that made me think of Eli telling me that when people say they're fine they usually mean something else. Thinking of Eli hurt inside.

"No you are definitely not," Ashton said firmly. "Because I can hear the wind, and I know that means you're on the roof, which means you're sad."

A small smile tugged at my lips. "You know me so well."

"That I do," Ashton said. "And therefore, I am coming over with Calla and we are going to cheer you up with our lesbian greatness and make you laugh so hard your stomach will hurt for days."

"Wait Ashto-" I started but I couldn't finish; she hung up the phone.

I sighed before making my way down to my window before swinging myself in and shutting it. It was nearing April; it was almost time for Spring Break and it was getting warm out.

Within twenty minutes, the doorbell rang and Ashton and Calla barged in. I was in the living room and heard them. They sounded like stampeding elephants.

"Hello Collins house!" Ashton shouted. "We have arrived!"

In his armchair next to me, my dad woke up and blinked. "Are people over?" he asked sleepily.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Are they sleeping over?"

"Most probably," I answered.

"No squealing after midnight," he said before getting up and heading upstairs.

Ashton and Calla walked in. Calla tackled me in a hug. She looked good today; she was wearing a snapback and a T-shirt that she had cut up.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed. "You haven't talked to us since like Thursday, and it's Saturday! What have you been doing?!"

"Moping about Eli," I laughed but it had no humor in it.

"Well, we brought the remedies to that!" Ashton announced, pulling a stack of movies from her bag. "We have brought movies!"

I eyed the bag warily. "What kind? Chick flick? Please tell me it's not chick flick."

"We brought some,"Ashton said. "Because every hard time deserves at least one chick flick. But we brought action movies!"

"Like what?" I asked. Action movies were more my speed.

"We brought Fast and Furious, and we brought a shitload of Marvel movies," Ashton said.

"I volunteered the Marvel," Calla interjected. "They helped me with my breakup, to stare at hot men saving people."

Ashton elbowed her. "But you're lesbian!"

Calla shrugged. "A hot guy is a hot guy, to any team."

Ashton pouted. "But you're mine!"

"No I am not!" Calla exclaimed, waving her hands in the air. "Stop claiming me!"