Andrew

FRIDAY

Weekends are with my mom, so he decides to bring me over to my semi-normal mothers, house. He does not know she is out of town until Monday morning, but I do not bother telling him that. The brat triplets, that somehow I am related to, are at my grandmothers house. I hop in his red Toyota truck and put on my seat belt. I look over and watch Steve somehow make his way into the car. I turn my head and glance out the window, as he turns on the car. I still feel light headed, but I act as though I am perfectly fine. He turns a couple knobs and country music comes on. I feel sick. He starts to giggle his head around in circles like a bobble head, that you get at a giants game. I begin to feel sicker. I stare at him. Country is, what I consider, professional yodeling. I turn my attention to the road, wishing to already be home.
The light turns yellow. While he screeches to a halt, my cell phone flies to the ground. I go to grab it, and change the station. I sit back up, and do the same bobble head motion that he was doing just minutes ago. He just glares at me. I look ahead, still doing the bobble head motion. "VERDE" i yell. He steps on the gas and my head hits the seat. What a bastard.

We finally get to my house. I hop out of his car. I salute "Arevaderche". He puts on a fake smile and pulls out of the drive way. I go to grab the key on top of the screen door. It is not there. The house is locked, whoop dee do. I roll my eyes, then giggle the handle once more. I run over to the fence, and sigh. Then I look at the garbage can, and smile. I roll over to the big green box over to the side of the fence and somehow I get on top. I throw my hands in the air with victory. My weight causes and indent into the lid, which causes me to loose me balance. I fall to my knees on top of the lid, and laugh seconds later. I finally get over the fence, safely. I always keep one window unlocked to the sun room, I get myself in successfully.

I get ready to go to lunch with my cousin, who I know will forget about out lunch date, so I decide to take a nap.


I get woken up to a text message. I open my eyes. I can hardly see, I am still half asleep. I open my phone. I have a text message from Andrew Puckett, my older brothers best friend. He has had a crush on me every since I first saw him, -when I was four- right before I was sixteen. I have not talked to him since we were dating. I have not seen him or really talked to him for a good eight months. We use to be really close, to close for my brothers liking, obviously. I open the text message. "Open the door." My eyes are wide open, and I am now wide awake.

I get up, smiling. I run to the door and quickly open it. I give him a HUGE hug. He walks in, right behind me.



"What are you doing here? I ask, smiling.
"Your look very nice today, Rachel. You've grown up a lot."
I nod my head and open the refrigerator.


I told him three days ago about what happen with Taylor, stealing my medication. He came over to talk, "just like old times". He brings up certain memories, that even I miss. He talks to me about Taylor, because he use to do drugs.


"When I did drugs, I did the same thing Taylor did, with my girlfriend. She got tired of me doing drugs, and just one day got up and left." he pauses " To this day, that was the worst moment of my life."


I say "I talked to him, he is genuinely sorry. His sister called me Tuesday night saying "If you feel that you need to break up with him, you should. But he really needs you in his life, girlfriend or not." I replied, "I can not just break up with him, unless he broke up with me. I will be completely honest."
I tell this to Andrew.


"I hope you know that I do not want you to break up you and Taylor, but I want the best for you, Rachel. I believe you guys are the best things for one another. I know he is in recovery, and at that time I was not. But if he relapses four times, I suggest just deleting him out of your life all together."


I begin to tear up. He give me a hug, for honestly about twenty give minutes.
















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