anti-hero// joshler

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i wake up to ashley muttering to herself.

"you're awake," they say.

"good morning."

"it's one in the morning. i thought you were dead when i got home."

"i'm sorry. i'm tired. and if it's one am. then... my good morning still stands."

"this is not the time for jokes, t."

"i know. sorry."

"what happened?"

"i was being self conscious and kind of brought that into the conversation. and he without consent touched me, and i got flashbacks and wanted to throw up and so i slapped him. he got mad and stormed off and left. i still wanna throw up. i feel awful."

"oh.. wow. he definitely shouldn't have touched you. and you shouldn't have slapped him, but the slap was a trauma response..."

"what did i do?"

"he's definitely pissed, and he wasn't home when i got here. so."

"how can i fix it?"

"tell him."

"i can't."

"then at least apologize.. you did hit him."

"he touched me."

"i know, babe."

"i..."

"maybe make that a rule.. sometime in the near future if you two fix it. and even if you don't... make that a rule for fellow datees."

"okay."

"apologize tomorrow, okay? if he's home that is."

"okay."

"you don't have to tell him about... about hunter."

"okay."

"but i would suggest you do."

"i can't. not yet."

"okay, then go get some sleep."

i don't move.

"can i sleep with you."

they nod, waiting for me to stand.

she grabs my hand and pulls me toward her room. 

"you're a mess," they laugh.

"i know."

a/n: updatinggggg

happy friday 

i love you

see you monday