SpiritLeTitan

“Ash, why won’t you talk to us, sweetheart?” Mom asked me with a smile. She leaned forward and touched a hand to my arm, smiling like all mothers do when they want to sweet talk you into doing something for them. “You know we’re all here for you. We’re not here to judge you. Just tell us everything that happened, Ash. You’re really worrying us.” “It’s starting to get annoying, Ash!” That was from my rival Gary. Because when you’re throwing a calm, quiet intervention, you should bring your son’s childhood rival who spent most of his life figuring out ways of tripping you into th