Sirens POV
I was frozen as Ashley held the small black velvet box. He shyly glanced at my face and then blushed himself. I couldn't help but smile at his nervousness. He reached out and took my hand gently. He leaned down, placing his lips on the back of it. Turning over my hand, he delicately set it in my palm and closed my fingers around it. I could feel my fingers shaking as I reached out to carress the top of the little box.
"Ashley?" I asked. He glanced up, smiling so brightly.
"Open it, darling."
I carefully closed my other hand on the top, barely able to open it. Inside was a small silver ring, it had engravings of little stars that had black and white diamonds inset. One larger black star was placed at the center, with a small red- heart shaped ruby at the center of the star.
"Ashy, it's...it's so beautiful," I almost choked.
"It's one of a kind, just like you. Siren, I do I love you, and I don't want you to get away ever again. Understand though, this is my promise to you, the ring a symbol of it. One day I'd love to make you mine completely, but at the stage in both of our lives, we aren't ready to be married or anything like that. I love you and I want you to always know that I'm here and I'm for you. You can wear it on any finger since its not an engagement ring. But I would like you to wear it, that way a piece of me is always with you." He wrapped his arms around me and I let the quiet tears of my happiness release on his strong chest. I wrapped my own arms around his waist, holding him tightly. He pulled back and kissed my forehead. "If you take out the ring, there's a message in the inside of the band."

I unwrapped my arms from Ashley, but he kept me close as he watched me reopen the box and pull the ring out. In small cursive letters I could read "You're not alone. We'll brave this storm." ~Ashley
I had told Ashley about how the song Carolyn had saved Reya, and how it I had always lived it because it helped me stop cutting. It had, in a way, saved both of us.
"Ashy?"
"What baby?"
"What would you have done with this ring if I had said no?" I asked quietly.
"I still would have given it to you. Something told me that you missed me too."
"I did," I said as I turned around. He helped me out the ring on my right hand ring finger (left is the marriage side). It fit perfectly. I looked up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself up on my tippy toes. Ash put his warm, strong hands on my hips and pulled me into a tender kiss. Good lord I'd missed this so much. This was sweet and sour at the same time. I knew Ashley would have to return to tour now, since they were now prepping for Warped Tour in a month. "I love you Ashley."
"I love you Siren."
He kissed me one more time. We agreed that he wouldn't tell Andy, and I wouldnt tell Reya. Reya could continue her relationship with Clayton, and Andy would stay with Juliet. We would keep in touch about that situation.
"Siren do you know what today is?"
"No...what?"
"I met you on this day one year ago. April 28th, 2012. I remember when you got out of that bus with Reya to party with us, and you looked so stunning that I spit out my Jack."
"I was trying to impress you, I'll admit that." I could feel my cheeks burning. He kissed my left side once and then we walked to the register, hand in hand as he payed the bill. He walked me to the car, kissing my lips and saying our last goodbye. I drove off, waving to him, sadness and joy mixing like battery acid and baking soda in my chest. I was with Ashley again, but I wouldn't be able to see him for another two months probably and more importantly, I couldn't share my happiness with anyone not even my best friend...

Reyas POV
The unusually warm weather for April was wonderful. Brady's pool was so much fun, and eventually the guys had to separate to go do fun stuff for the band, so Clayton offered for me to come to his house. I would be sleeping at Brady's house but Clayton wanted to introduce me to his parents tonight. After swimming I went and took a shower, putting on a flowy black skirt with a white dress tank top. I grabbed my black heels with the silver stud. I curled my hair and straightened my long bangs. Finishing my black eyeliner I walked out to the living rom where Clayton was watching TV with Brady.
Both looked up at the same time. Clayton smiled one of the biggest smiles I'd ever seen from him and Brady had that "Ohhhh man" face I usually see in My Life in Color(his web series).

Clayton got up and walked over to me as I did a little twirl. "You...look wonderful."
"Dammmn. I think you and Jordan would have fun shopping together." (Brady's girlfriend) Brady said.
"Haha whenever she wants," I laughed.

Clayton grabbed my hand and we left Brady's. He held open the car door for me too, which was adorable. I texted Siren to tell her I would be back at Brady's tonight, since she was crashing there too. Clayton's parents seemed nice, Im always really awkward meeting parents. I was really shy and quiet but it was OK since I didn't have to supply a lot of conversation. His grandma seemed really sweet too. She had a British accent which I found so intriguing. The food was good, his mom made homemade pizza. I was glad though when we left, it was just a bit uncomfortable around people I didn't know at all.
We pulled back up at Brady's, and I noticed sirens car was here. At least she made it back safe. We walked uo to the door, but Clayton pulled a bit on my hand as I went to step onto the front porch. I turned back to look at him, standing there, nervous looking. I stepped back down and looked at him for a moment. He stepped closer to me, and brought a hand up to brush back a stray lock of curl. His hand slid down to my neck and he pulled me in gently, obviously as nervous as I was. I pulled in a ragged breath and leaned into him. As we closed the small gap, I felt his lips brush again mine, puckering slightly. It was sweet, both of us were nervous and scared. Therre was a momentary part. I opened my eyes, he was looking back. I blushed, bright crimson red. I looked down, embarrased. His fingers carefully tilted my chin back up as he placed his lips on mine, once, twice. I couldn't get the smile off my face. I gave him a tight hug and kissed him once more before saying good night. I wanted to run around and scream. I quietly walked through the house since it was eleven. Brady was cuddling in the couch with Jourden in the basement (where the extra room is). I wavved hi and Brady gave me that "something up look".

I blushed. "OHHHH something happened, look at that blush!" Jourdan called. "Did he kiss you?"
I went even redder I know it did because my face was practically on fire. "AHHH you kissed Clayton!" she jumped up from her place next to Brady, and hugged me. "Yay I'm not the only girlfriend of a Late Nite Reading member now!" she ran back to the couch and jumped onto the couch next to Brady.
"Haha I'm gonna give him so much shit now," he id as he pulled out his iPhone.
I laughed and went to the room I was sharing with Siren. She was laying on the inflatable bed next to the real one. She was texting someone. "Hey, Si."
"Hey," she said not looking up from the screen.
"How'd things go in Indy? You and your friend have a good time catching up?" I asked as I tossed my bags on the floor next to my bed.
"Uh, yeah. It was good to catch up. We haven't seen each other in a long time."
"Well that's good." I noticed something silver and black on her finger. "Cool ring, where'd you get that?"
"Um, I got it today in Indy. I splurged a bit."
"Nice, it looks good."
"Thanks," she replied. I could swear I saw her blush. probably just reading a text.
"How'd things go with Clayton?"
"Great..he...uh..he kissed me." My cheeks heated up again.
"He kissed you?" she asked confused.
"Yeah. It was...cute."
"Cute or attractive?"
"Is there a difference?" I asked back.
"Well, was it like exciting and made your blood boil like with Andy?"

Andy...why the fuck did she bring him up? I haven't seen him in months and thought about him for so long. I locked that in a drawer and buried it deep in my mind, but it'd just been rattled and surfaced. Andy's kisses were...exciting...electrifying. Tender but so passionate when his long tattooed arms would wrap around my spine and...fuck I have to stop. I can't think about this. I'm over this. I'm over him..I'm...I'm not broken anymore. I won't cry. I won't think about him. He's only a memory.
"It doesn't matter," I snapped.
"Well damn I was just asking."
"I don't want to talk about it." I said as I pulled on my pajamas.
"Well fine then."

I slammed my head down on my pillow. "Good night."
"Night."

god damn how the hell can I sleep now with these racing thoughts about Andy?

Notes

Hope you like :) haha I'm gonna update my other story Fight for FEAR tonight.
Its a Shame Ain't It? and I should have the next chapter of Worth Fighting For up soon :) we are almost done with the third chapter.