would you go with me || PORTIA

[asher finnegan selwyn]

He needed to talk to someone. He needed to talk to someone outside of his family and the first person that naturally came to mind was Portia.

He don't know how their relationship had blossomed the way that it had lately, but he found that he couldn't complain. He was more than happy with their friendship, and he knew that on his end, he felt more strongly for her than he wanted to admit out loud to her. He didn't want to be shut down, as silly as that sounded. Sighing softly to himself, he grabbed his phone from his dresser, unlocking it and pulling up Portia's contact information. He didn't want to alert her that anything was wrong right away because he didn't want her worrying for no reason.

There was a reason to worry, for him at least. He didn't want to throw this on anyone else, but he honestly didn't know where to turn to. However, he didn't know if he had the courage to tell her that something was wrong. He just needed to talk to someone about something. Not the cancer. Not yet. He couldn't make her hurt yet. They were best friends and he knew that if she was the one diagnosed, he would be devastated. He didn't want to do that to her. Breathing a sigh through his nose, he shook his head and focused on what he was doing. He sent her a quick text message, letting her know that he was going to be near her condo and that he was going to bring lunch. Chinese food, their favorite. His sensitive stomach churned at the thought of the rich food, but he knew that he needed to compose himself so that he didn't appear off to her. Normally he housed his food and picked at hers, so he knew she would be alerted that something was wrong if he barely touched it. Shaking his head once more, he changed into a pair of jeans and a grey sweater, pulling his black duster jacket on as well. Hurrying down the stairs, he snuck out of the mansion before any of his siblings could find him.

The ride on his motorcycle was absolutely frigid, but he relished in actually feeling something other than the pain in his joints. Stopping by the Chinese restaurant, he grabbed their regular order as well as two drinks and was soon on his way once more. Reaching her condominium, he parked the motorcycle and threw off his helmet, strapping it to the seat so it wouldn't get stolen. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly to relax himself and soon made his way up the stairs. Reaching her door, he knocked three times before he stood, waiting patiently with lunch in his arms.

[PORTIA ELYSE IRVINE]

[style= font-family: wire one; font-size: 32px; color: 8D8079] WOULD YOU LIE WITH ME AND JUST FORGET THE WORLD

[/style][style= font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; padding: 10px; line-height: 11px]Portia lay sprawled out on her couch, the remote in one hand and a glass of warm red wine in the other. She honestly didn’t care that it was the afternoon; to her, anytime of the day was a time for a little bit of alcohol. That was just the way she lived her life. Maybe that was why her father wanted her out of New York City, she hated him for it because she wasn’t necessarily a big fan of the whole “Boston” life. Oh well, shit happens; that was her motto on life. Shit always seemed to happen, but she was always the one to just shrug it off and forget about it. She laughed out loud at the show she was watching, which just so happened to be the infamous Spongebob. She refused to give up her childhood. Immaturity was her fashion. She sipped her wine carefully, her blue eyes still on the television.

The buzz of her phone caused her to jump slightly, her gaze looking over to her iPhone on the glass coffee table in front of the couch. She groaned in an annoyed fashion as she sat up and placed her glass of wine on the table, and replacing it with her phone in her hand. Asher. Her other hand raked through her hair, pulling the brown tresses to the opposite side of her hair. She pressed her lips together as she opened the text, and her lips turned into a genuine smile. God, she loved that kid. ”Okay! :)” she replied, adding the smiley face as she always did. There was something about Asher that just … made Portia happy. He made her feel at home in this god-awful city, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes and was grouchy and stiff. She made it her mission to bring smiles to his face. She looked down at what she was wearing, considering changing into something a bit nicer, but then just shrugged and leaned back into the couch; the glass of wine finding its rightful place in her hand once again. She was comfortable in her leggings and plain white t-shirt; and she knew Asher wouldn’t judge her for it.

She was one of those girls who naturally was pretty, so she didn’t even bother to put make up on. She had already brushed her teeth and washed her face and all that jazz, and she felt that was enough. Today was a cozy day for her, well, for now … maybe she could get Asher to come out to one of the bars tonight.

The girl’s stomach growled softly, and just as she thought about her hunger she heard a knock at the door. She grinned to herself, and shot up from her seat on the couch to open the door. ”You’re a life saver, I’m starving,” she grinned at Asher as she opened the door and saw him holding the food in his hands. She made a dramatic hand motion for him to come inside as she stepped aside and held the door open. She giggled and took one of the bags from his hands and made her way back to the couch and sat down in the pretzel style, the food on her lap. She grinned and pat her hand on the empty spot next to her for him to join. This was something that her maids would never let her get away with in New York, eating on the sofa, but she honestly couldn’t care less. She did it anyways when she was there, and she would sure as fuck be doing it here while she was in exile on her own. ”Have I ever told you how much I love you?” she looked up at him after she took a bite of the Chinese food. She loved Chinese, and she was always the happiest girl in the world when Asher brought it over. It’s as if he could read minds.

”Oh! I’m so rude,” she exclaimed suddenly, a sorry expression on her face as she cover her mouth with one of her hands, ”do you want a glass of wine? I’m here drinking mine and I should’ve offered the moment you walked in.” She wrinkled her nose and apologized again. Her gaze drifted to the television and she started again, ”Agh, sorry, we can watch something else, I’ve seen this episode anyways,” she tossed the remote in his direction. She didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed that she was watching a children’s cartoon because everyone loved Spongebob even if they didn’t admit it, but she also knew that she should be polite and let the guest choose what they wanted to watch. She grinned at him again, and took a bite of white rice. ”So, how are you, Asher?”

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[asher finnegan selwyn]

His eyes lifted from where they had been staring unseeing at the floor right outside her door as soon as he heard the click of the lock. Glancing to her as she came into view, a natural, easy smile filled his features and he allowed her to take her bag of Chinese food as she announced that he was a life saver.

"I figured you were going to be stuck on your couch."

He teased her openly, grinning as she spun away from him to head to the couch to start in on her lunch. Closing the door behind him, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped into the kitchen, throwing it over one of the chairs that she had decorating the place. Looking around for a moment, he tried not to think about what was truly bothering him, but the ache in his bones was rearing its ugly head now that the cold from the motorcycle ride had deserted him. Wincing with his back turned to her, he rubbed his hands over his wrists, wishing there was something that he could do to relieve the pain but knowing that there wasn't. Frustration filled him and he let out a gentle sigh. He needed to compose himself. He didn't need Portia thinking that something was wrong before he even sat down. So, instead of dwelling on the cancer raging through his bloodstream, he grabbed his bag of Chinese food and headed over to sit down next to her, seeing her pat the couch as an indication to join her.

Plopping down beside her, he rested his head on the back of the couch a moment, feeling exhausted from the walk up the stairs. "I'm getting old." He teased openly, looking sideways at her as she started into the white rice that was a part of her meal. Hearing her words caused him to snort playfully and he shook his head. "You never tell me, actually. I'm feeling deprived." He joked, forcing himself to remain light hearted during their banter. It was odd that he was in such a good mood because normally it took some effort on her part to cheer him up. She knew that he was a Selwyn, she knew of his lifestyle. While she didn't know of the things that he did and he wanted to keep it that way, she still understood that he often had to do things that he wasn't proud of. It made a person grow up a lot faster than they should have to, but Asher took it quietly because he knew his place in life. He couldn't complain because he didn't have the right to. He had born into the Selwyn family and even though his blood had been tainted since birth, he was still a Selwyn. Blood above all. It was their motto, their saying, and it would never die.

But why in the world was he allowing his thoughts to wander like that? Knowing why but not wanting to think about it, he forced himself to sit up and open his bag of Chinese food. As soon as the smell hit him, he felt sick to his stomach. While normally he loved Chinese food as much as Portia did, his tastes just weren't up to par today. His newly shaved face paled dramatically at the queasiness that filled his stomach, but he pushed himself forward. His movements were jerky and tense, but he managed to pull the fried chicken from the bag, along with the sweet and sour sauce. He could handle this. Pushing the rice to the side, he looked up as she called herself rude and asked him if he wanted a glass of wine. He shook his head, pulling out the can of Coke with a small smile. "I'm all set, but thanks." Looking up at the television, he grinned widely as he recognized Spongebob. He hadn't watched this show in forever, and as she offered him the remote to change it, he shook his head. "It's almost impossible to change the channel when Spongebob is on." He informed her teasingly, finishing setting up his lunch on the coffee table.

Oof, this was going to be difficult. Sighing to himself, he inched forward until he was sitting on the edge of the sofa, about to take a bite of the chicken that he knew was going to set his stomach off. Her words saved him for the time being, and he glanced at her quickly, wondering if she could see straight through him. He flashed her an uneasy smile and shrugged his shoulders, which caused his eyes to fill with pain because of his joints. Dropping the chicken, he knew she would be able to tell something was wrong. He couldn't hide it from her. "I've been better, Portia. But how are you?" Asher didn't want to make this all about him, but there was really no way around it. He left his food where it was, further alerting her to the fact that he was not alright because he normally finished it rather quickly. He wished there was an easier way to tell her.