You: mom, I really want this guitar. Can I buy it?! :D *gets excited*
Your mom: NO!
Your dad: it's just a waste of money! Why can't you be a doctor or a lawyer just like your older siblings?!
You: you're always bloody comparing me to them!
Your mom: yeah! Because you're a good for nothing brat!
Your dad: why can't you be smart like Ashley and Sasha and Brody?!!
You: whatever. *ignores them and goes into the shop to look at the guitars*
Ashton: *is shopping for a new guitar*
Your mom: I SAID NO!
You: it's my damn money!
Your mom: well now it's mine! *slaps you and takes it away from you*
Your dad: you should've known better you useless brat!
You: ITS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MYSELF SO WHY CAN'T I USE MY OWN MONEY TO BUY A GUITAR FOR MYSELF?!! *runs out of the store crying*
Ashton: *sees everything and runs after you*
You: *is on the bench in the park crying*
Ashton: hey..
You: go away!
Ashton: *stays silent and rubs your back to clam you down*
You: I can't believe they did that! *cries even harder*
Ashton: I am really sorry for what happened... May I?
You: s-sure...
Ashton: *hugs you*
You: they never supported me into anything! And they always compare me to others!
Ashton: I'm sure they supported you into something..
You: they wouldn't even support me for what I wanted!
Ashton: hey shhh... Do you really wanna learn how to play the guitar??
You: *nods and sniffles*
Ashton: alright. I'll teach you.
You: really???... B-but... I don't have a guitar of my own.
Ashton: don't worry. I have plenty of it. *rubs your back*
You: what is your name?
Ashton: Ashton. But people call me Ash.
U: b-but... My parents.. They are against me from learning music.
Ashton: you could always do it behind their back.
You: I'm not even allowed to sing.
Ashton: uh.. So you're a singer?
You: y-no...
Ashton: would you sing for me?
You: no. I sound horrible.
Ashton: please??? *begs*
You: alright.. *starts singing a little*
Ashton: you sound amazing!! *uses his fingers and gently pushes your hair out of your face and wipes your tears away*
You: you really think so?
Ashton: I know so. *reaches his hand out to you*
You: thanks Ash.. *grabs his hand and he pulls you up from the bench*
Ashton: no prob. Anyway, you have really pretty eyes and a lovely voice.
You: thanks *blushes*
Ashton: your parents are probably worried...
You: it's fine.. They don't care about me. *looks down*
Ashton: sure they-... *notices your scars on your wrist*
You: they only care about all my other siblings because they are a perfectionist. *sobs*
Ashton: I'm really sorry...
You: it's fine. I'm useless and a good for nothing.
Ashton: don't ever say that!
You: that's what my family calls me.
Ashton: do you have any friends?
You: *shakes head*
Ashton: not even a friend?
You: nope. I'm just that weird kid that everyone hates.
Ashton: well now you have a friend.
You: thanks.
Ashton: d-does anyone in your family knows about it?
You: about what?
Ashton: your scars... *tears up a little*
You: no. They never noticed it anyway.
Ashton: may I?? *gently grabs your arms and gently kisses your scars*
You: oh... You really don't have to. *blushes*
Ashton: wrists are used for bracelets and wristbands. Not for hurting yourself.
You: so?? Nobody cares anyway...
Ashton: I do.
You: thanks.. *walks back home with Ashton accompanying you and sees all your stuff being thrown on to the floor and scattered everywhere*
Ashton: WHAT THE FUCK?!!
You: it's fine. They always do this to me anyway. *tears up while picking your stuff up*
Ashton: hey.. *helps you*
