"Gimme some truth..."

[themiraclekid]

Who? Angela and Ainsley Ashwood
What? Sibling intervention
When? Wednesday after school
Where? Ashwood home

Ainsley had been terribly disappointed when Harry hadn't shown up to school today, or responded to his Facebook friend request. Maybe it was a silly thing to be upset about, but the teenage ego was a fragile thing, and it was hard not to ask himself if he'd done something wrong or somehow made Harry upset. What if he hated him? What if he'd actually decided that he didn't want to go to their school because he didn't like Ainsley and didn't want to be around him? He had spent the whole day going back over the two conversations they'd had and trying to figure out what he'd said or done to so upset Harry that he wouldn't come back to school or want to be friends on Facebook.

The only problem was, he couldn't think of anything, and by the time he got home, he was exhausted just from running his mind around in circles trying to figure it all out. Ange was home -- it was her day off -- and Ainsley walked into her office, not at all his happy go lucky self. She was on her computer, apparently doing something important, but Ainsley's first words were, "Hey, sis... Do you think you could do me a favor and ask Nick where Harry is? He didn't come to school today." He paused, thinking it over for a moment before he added. "And ask him if he hates me. I don't want him to hate me... I'm not even sure why he would, but if he does, I'd like to know."

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[americanskin]

"Wait, who's Harry?" Angela asked, a little distractedly because she was following up on some things for work. She wasn't exactly working at home, per se, because Annalise had been firm with her that she had to take care of herself when she was pregnant, but in her line of business, you could always blur the lines. Especially when your best friend was Clint and you were kind of, slightly, a liaison for him at the cop shop, without her breaking any distinct rules, of course. She knew how to give him just enough hints of information for him to have a lead. That was the beauty of Clint's talent... he never needed much to go on for his investigations.

Her line of business also meant she worked crazy hours sometimes and those last few days had been just that. Plus, there had been a date with Jazz. She hadn't been able to catch up with Ainsley, but now she looked up at him, raising her eyebrows. "Who's Harry and why would he hate you?"