The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 14•

Ashley's POV:

I woke up from the deep sleep I was in, the smell of something delicious hitting me. I sat up, wincing at the slight pain that came through my right arm. I groaned, rubbing my eyes, noticing the pain that shot through my head. I looked over at my nightstand and noticed that there was a bowl with steam coming out of it and next to it was a glass of water with two tablets next to it. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down at my arm to see it was neatly wrapped. I slowly got out of my bed to make sure there wouldn't be more pain to shoot through my head. I grabbed the tablets and the glass of water, downing the both of them.

After a little while and some deep breathing, memories of what happened before I fell asleep came to mind. Why was he here in the first place? I looked over at my door to see a brand new door, standing, proud and tall. I unlocked it, opening and walked outside of my room, going downstairs hesitantly. I looked around, not finding a sight of human life anywhere. "Tyler?" I questioned, the whole house was completely and utterly silent other than my voice calling out for his name. I sighed, finally realizing I was the only person here.

I walked over to the fridge in the kitchen and grabbed two large glass bottles of Malta and walked upstairs, into my room, making sure the door was locked. I crawled into my bed after I set the bottles on my nightstand and got under the covers, snuggling into them. I stayed like that for a bit until the smell of the soup that was in the bowl was basically clawing at me to eat it. I sat up, grabbing the bowl, making sure not to burn myself, and set it in my lap. I grabbed one of the Maltas and used the sleeve of Tyler's jacket to turn the cap so it wouldn't cut up my hand.

I took a slow sip, the cool beverage sliding down my throat. (Malta is like a beer that has not been fermented. It has a strong beer after smell from the breath and is similar in color to stout (dark brown) but is very sweet, generally described as tasting like molasses. It's a VERY popular soft drink in Puerto Rico.) I set it beside me on the nightstand and dipped my spoon into the soup, bringing the broth to my mouth. I moaned at the wonderful flavors that were hitting my taste buds all at once. I ate the soup slowly since it was still scalding hot, taking sips from my Malta.

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I finished with my soup, so I went downstairs to wash my bowl thoroughly, drying it then setting it into the cabinet above the sink. When I started to dry my hands I heard the front door open so I poke my head out to see Elijah and Jenny coming in through the front door, a new one may I add. "Hey, Ash!" Elijah yelled, probably thinking I was still in my room. I emerged from the kitchen and nodded my head at him, "Don't gotta yell, what's up?" I asked him.

"Yo, is it me or does our front door look different?" He asked. "It's you, bro, anyways yo what's up senpai?" I asked Jenny. "Ashley-chan! Why weren't you at school and more importantly, WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALOOOONE! You left your senpai all alone Ashley-chan. Your senpai is disappointed in you, how will you make it up to me?" She asked, her arms crossed. "I was really tired after hanging with the group last night so I decided to stay in and not go to school.

I probably should have called you but I just went back to bed." I told her laughing. "I hate you." She said which made me stick out my bottom lip in a pout. "Y-You don't love me?" I asked and she shook her head, turning her back to me. I ran towards her front, and almost tackled her.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, ignoring the pain in my right arm that was thankfully covered with the sleeve of the jacket, and pretended to sob in her shoulder. "Senpai I'm so sorry!! Senpai please forgive your maknae! I love yooou." I 'sobbed' on her shoulder. She patted my back and removed my body from hers. "Yeah yeah. I love you too." "So what's that bomb smell sis?" I asked. "Oh, there's some leftover soup on the stove. Go ahead and heat it up for yourself." Eli nodded, dropping his bag on the couch and heading into the kitchen.