"Come on, out you get!" I chimed, stopping the car on the west side of the abandoned warehouse. Paris quickly opened the car door and jumped out.

"You seem a little excited about this?" Jaime asked, looking at Paris cautiously. Paris looked at him and groaned.

"The stupid adrenaline is getting to me." I turned around to face Ashton, and saw he was still slumped in his seat.

"Ashton, get up man." Mike exclaimed, shoving Ashton out the car. He groaned loudly, before hitting the dirt ground with a loud thud.

"Ashton what the heck!?" Paris cried, walking towards his body. He rolled over and sighed.

"Stop acting like it's the end of the world." Hayley muttered, and got out of the car. She walked past Ashton, and kicked his side. He scrambled onto his knees and cursed after her.

"Don't be such a bitch." He spat. Paris rolled her eyes and helped him to his feet. She stood on her tip toes, and removed his hair from his face, before kissing his nose lightly.

"She's right, you know." Paris stated, a small smile spreading across her face. I hopped out of the car and joined the others.

"Get on with it! Tarren wants to meet you underground." I commented.

"Don't sound so stoked." Ashton grumbled, taking Paris's hand in his. He led them into the warehouse, and hoisted Paris up over the window sill. I watched as Ashton jumped through lightly and couldn't help but feel a little jealous,

"Soo.. Do we follow them?" Jaime asked. I turned to face him and smiled.

"Well, yeah." I walked past him and through the open space in the gate. I walked towards the broken window. Ashton made the jump look so easy. I reached up and grabbed the top of the window, and pulled myself in. I went to jump off the sill, but lost my footing and fell.

"Crap!" I mumbled, falling onto the ground. I heard Mike laugh, as I groaned in pain.

"Everytime, Vic." Mike helped me up and a shot of pain raced through my right arm. I looked down and groaned again. A large piece of broken glass had sliced my arm, and remained there.

"Oh my- Vic! Get that out of your arm!" Paris squeaked. I looked at her, and saw the horror on her face. I smiled uneasingly.

"Don't like a little blood?" I joked, waving my cut arm towards her.

"I have seen enough of my own blood. Now it just disgusts me." She looked away, and I dropped my arm.

"What do you mean, Paris?" I asked carefully. She looked back at me and coughed, tugging down at one of her sleeves.
I close my eyes and shook my head.
Not her too.

"uh, so we should probably, um.." She sniffed and turned around.

"Paris.." I called after her. She ignored me and walked out of the room. I looked at Ashton with concern. He looked back at me and sighed.

"She doesn't like talking about it." He assured me. I quickly headed after her. I walked out of the room, and into the hallway. I looked into the next room, and saw Paris sitting on a dusty broken chair. I walked over to her and crouched down.

"You know, it's funny. How the ones who don't show their pain, aren't asked if they're okay?" she looked down at her hands.

"It affects the best of us." I whispered, looking down at my own scars. I still had the glass stuck in my arm.
She laughed lightly and nodded.

"I'm not strong. I'm a mess. A mistake. A burden." She sniffed. I looked up at her, and lifted up her chin. Her eyes fell onto mine.

"Do not ever say that! You are such an amazing girl. I'm so glad to have met you. I mean that, Paris, you are one of a kind." Tears started to form in her already bloodshot eyes. I pulled her close to me and hugged her tightly.

"I should probably get this glass out before it gets infected." I mumbled. She laughed into my shoulder.

"You should probably do it now." I sighed and reached for the glass. I slowly pulled it out, wincing every time I did. Paris held onto me tighter.

"Damn this really hurts." I muttered through gritted teeth. I was still pulling it out, and my eyes widened.

"Is it out?" Paris asked.

"It's in there pretty dee- damn!" I cried, the glass finally leaving my skin. Blood quickly gushed out and I cursed.

"Mind if I intrude?" A voice asked from the door. I pulled back and turned to see Ashton standing there. I looked back at Paris and saw her eyes light up at his presence.

I took her hands and squeezed them before standing up. She looked at the arm and gasped. I ripped off a piece of my shirt and handed it to her. She took it and carefully wrapped it on my wound, making sure she applied pressure in the process.

"Keep it elevated, okay?" She looked at me sternly and I smiled.

She stood up with me, and glided to Ashton. He picked her up in his embrace and she covered her face into his chest. I decided to leave them, and returned to the others. Mike looked at me with concern.

"Is she okay?" He asked. I nodded my head, and he quickly relaxed. Hayley looked down at the ground.

"Something wrong?" I asked her. She lifted her head, and shook it.

"I'm just a little bit of a jerk, that's all." Mike snorted.

"Wow, okay confession time." Jaime announced. Mike laughed, and Hayley punched him. He pouted and rubbed his arm.

"We are ready to meet this psycho." A small voice came from behind me. I turned around to see Paris looking at me brughtly. I smiled widely.

"Fantastic. Let's go." Mike sarcastically exclaimed, and walked out of the door. I followed him out into the hallways, and towards the stairs.

He stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned. Ashton hesitantly took the first step down. He turned and looked at Paris, offering his hand to her. She took it happily. Ashton lead them down the stairs, and the darkness slowly consumed them.

"Good luck, my wittle Ashton!" Mike called. They didn't stop, but Ashton raised his free arm and shot Mike his middle finger.

"Don't be a dick, Fuentes." Ashton called back, before they were out of sight completely.

Notes

I like this sassy side of Ashton hahahaha

please comment what you guys think so far! Im getting worked up because i dont know if you guys like it or not!!!