“What are you doing?”

Chase practically jumped, if that was possible to do whilst hanging off a bed. He did, however drop his phone and gasp and drop his phone that he had been staring at. “Ash! How many times have I asked you to knock?” He quickly replied, avoiding the question as he looked up at the small girl at his door.

“Have you not texted her yet?” The brunette smiled as she slid into the room, her long hair swishing past her hips as she moved over to sit on the bed. Lying next to the older boy as he picked up his phone she couldn’t help but smirk. “Please just tell me you’re not avoiding texting her because of something Ryan said.” Ash asked, raising an eyebrow at Chase as he refused to look at her and lowered his head slightly in shame.

“He said I’ll look desperate if I text her before twenty-four hours.” He replied softly, wincing slightly at the groan from his younger sister. Luckily enough, the social awkwardness didn’t run in the family, Chloe had made sure Ash was a perfectly well matured member of society. For an eleven year old.

“Ryan is an idiot.” The girl simply stated. “He also has no idea about girls and how we work. Don’t listen to him. It’ll look like you’re being rude. Text the girl already. Ask her if she needs help moving anything again and tell her the provider. It’s like a bandaid. Just rip it off, kay?”

Chase nodded slightly and quickly wrote in the message and sent it off, earning himself a slap on the back as Ash got up and walked out of the room, hoping it snapped the boy out of the silly funk he’d been in the past few hours. Seriously what would he do without her?