Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

"Ash..what's going on..?" I asked carefully and quietly, not wanting to freak him out even more.

"I..I.." He stuttered, and I was starting to get antsy. What's he playing at?!

"Spit it out, Ash."

"I'm..moving..to Los Angeles.." He sighed, and I dropped to my knees, letting my phone fall in the process. "Amber are you still there?!"

"What..why?!" It was my turn to stutter slightly, and the tears began to fall down my cheeks.

"My mom just wants to leave the south, and start fresh up north. Don't even ask."

"When?" I was literally only able to speak single words at this point.

"Three weeks from now.."

"Oh.." There was a gruff voice on Ash' end telling him to get off the phone, so we said our goodbyes and I sat in shock.

As if on cue, Pinkly came scampering up to my room in all her cuteness, and I sighed. You're probably wondering "since when do you have a dog?" and the answer to that would be that Dad's had Pinkly for ages, but Arin was dog-sitting Pinkly until I got settled in, as nobody knew if I had allergies or not, which I don't (except to cats). She's been back home for about a month, but I just forgot to mention her.

"Oh Pinkly, thank The Lord that you're a dog." I sighed again, and she just looked at me, rather confusedly.

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The day went by slowly, and I just spent most of my time learning guitar chords to songs, mainly sad ones. Ash was literally the only friend I had, and now he was leaving me. I had feelings for him, and he did for me. We were together, then we broke up, we had fights and arguments, but really we loved each other. Now, he was leaving me.

The sun was splitting the sky, but it was still cold. Despite having about three layers and a pair of Uggs on, I was shivering. I was still trying but failing to make sense of everything, and ended up falling asleep on the floor with Pinkly on my lap. She was keeping it warm.

Dad came upstairs and woke me up for dinner, and also because he didn't know what I wanted. My diet is super bad, and all I eat is these little tubs of Panda Express that you can get at the store. You could literally drop a four course meal in front of me and I won't touch it.

I slumped down into the kitchen to find Michelle sitting at the kitchen table, drinking what smelled like coffee. I smiled slightly, but she seemed worried with how I was acting. She's taken the place as my new mother-like figure, and she says I'm like the daughter she never had. We're super close, if you couldn't tell.

I sat down at the end of the table with my bowl of salt and chili chicken, and poked at it distantly, not completely focused on what I was doing. It was cold by the time I decided to eat it, and both Dad and Michelle looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. And they were right to, because I have.

"Are you alright?" Michelle asked, and I nodded a bit.

"No you're not, you're not acting like yourself. What's the matter?" Dad chipped in, and now I knew he was on my case. Fuck.

"I'm fine, really." I replied weakly, moving the rice around my bowl. I couldn't make eye contact, so they'd know I was lying.

"Well, you don't seem like it. Are you sure everything's alright?" Dad was really on my case now, and he wouldn't give up until he found out what was bothering me.

"I'm fine, I swear." I was continuing to lie through my teeth, but I didn't care.

"Just leave her be, Brian. If she wanted to, she'd tell you. Some things just aren't meant to be told, yknow." Michelle finished, and I sent her a greatful smile. I finished up most of my dinner, and headed back upstairs to my room, blankly staring at the tv across from my bed, and sat cuddling Pinkly, who'd retook her spot on my lap.

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About an hour later, there was a knock on my door, and Michelle came in and sat next to me, now taking Pinkly off of me because I'd gotten a cramp in my leg. That woman is a saviour in more ways than one.

"I know there's something wrong, sweetie. Your dad means well, but I know there's something's you just can't tell him. So do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" She asked gently, and I put my head in my hands.

"It's my friend Ash..he's moving away. And I guess it's just a little saddening. And I really like him a lot, but we can't be together, because he's Daniel Bailey's son, and Dad HATES Daniel Bailey. I just feel a bit hopeless, but I guess it might pass." I sniffled a bit, and Michelle gave me a hug.

"Daniel Bailey's dangerous news, I can see why your dad was cautious. But things like this happen a lot, and if you two were really meant to be together, you'll still keep in contact and still be friends, if not more. Don't lose hope, baby girl, everything works out in the end!"

"I sure hope so.. Where is Dad, anyways?"

"I told him what you'd probably need is some hot chocolate and hugs, so I sent him off to the store to find the nicest hot chocolate that he can get."

"He might be a while then, he knows that I'm picky with my hot chocolate."

"I'd say so. In the mean time, this is a really good episode of Pretty Little Liars, do you want to finish watching it?" We ended up watching the remainder of the PLL episode still sat on the floor with Pinkly in between us, and she was asleep, but still acting like a little blanket. It was quite nice, actually.

Notes

MAJOR plot-twist happening many, many chapters down the line, but I feel that you guys might like it

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