"peoole missunderstand, or choose not to."
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that night, catherine settled down in her room, facing the glowing screen of her laptop in the dark of the room.
she gulped down the last bit of milk she stored, before averting her attenion back.
cracking her knuckles, she began to type slowly.
just before she hit enter, her phone bellowed loudly.
"shit," she whispered frantically.
she slid her finger, bringer her phone upto her ear.
"ashton, it's twelve thirty, what do you want?"
"come over. you don't seem like you're tired."
"i'm not, be there in ten." she sighed.
she tapped the 'end' button, and slipped on her vans and a light jacket, tying her hair into a high ponytail.
she sneaked down the stairs, careful not to wake her parents, and grabbed the house keys.
catherine quietly shut the door, locking it behind her.
the streetlight from the lamp post illuminated the streets, and she broke off in a run to her friend's house.
she made a sharp turn, finally seeing the familiar dark, tall figure of his house.
she panted once she got the porch, barely enough breath to breathe.
not thinking twice, she knocked loudly.
the door swung open, revealing ashton in his bedroom clothes.
"are you okay?"
"no- i just ran a block- for this. what the hell, do you want?"
he grinned, pulling her inside the house.
"coffee or tea?"
she sat down carelessly onto the couch, laying down with a thump.
"coffee."
catherine heard the buzz of the coffee maker as ashton sat on the arm rest beside her, breathing slowly.
"luke moved in beside my house today."
her eyebrows shot up in surprise, "he did?"
he nodded, yawning, "yeah. he was with his mum, i assume."
ashton lazily walked back to the kitchen, taking mugs from the cabinet.
"wait; you called me over for that?"
"i thought you would want to know where he lives," he shrugged.
"not at one am in the morning," catherine tapped her fingers on her lap, "but whatever."
the two lay in silence, occasionally yawning or meeting each other's gazes.
ashton's head began to hang low, his eyes drooping and falling into a quick sleep while catherine giggled, poking his sides.
the coffee maker beeped, making ashton shoot up from his posistion
and going back to the kitchen.
"coffee is served." he smiled lazily, handing her the mug.
she cupped it in her cold, fragile hands, sipping the hot liquid.
"so, why is luke a bit scared to face me earlier?"
"well, he doesn't really talk to people. people don't talk to him, so it's a surprise when you suddenly burst on him."
she 'mmed' in response, gulping down more coffee, already feeling the effects and feeling awake.
"what's his 'mental issues' anyway?"
"well, i don't know. probably depression? ask him. wait, as if he'll reply."
catherine glared at him, shutting him from his laugh.
"i wish people would just try to understand him. he seems a good guy. just shut off from the world."
ashton pulled her closer, his head on her shoulder. "people missunderstand, or chose not to."
she groaned, annoyed, "why?"
"because they can't accept it, that something's nothing perfect."
