Lost And Found

Chapter 30: Hold My Heart

Andromeda:

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, curiously. My eyes were on him as we walked, glancing over every once and while to look at the sight before me so I don't end up tripping over another log, again. Hands stuffed into my back pockets, a knife made out of Celestial Bronze hanged at my side, and my long, wavy, black hair was pulled up high into a pony tail.

Drew doesn't speak much of what I had saw not only thirty minutes ago. Apparently, it wasn't supposed to happen like that, and in time, when he was ready, he was going to reveal his secret. I, on the other hand, only throught it brought us closer. But, of course, I'm a girl, so I'm supposed to be the one thinking like that. (Note the sarcasm.)

It was hot, slightly breezy afternoon, and in the sky above sat the huge, very hot, red-yellow planet that is also called the sun, and it was giving me one hell of a tan. 

He glances over at me, squinting his eyes to see me, his hand resting against his forhead. "I was afraid you'd leave me if you knew. That you'd run away, and think I'm a monster. But that's obviously not true now that your standing here."

I nod, agreeing with him. "You had no reason to be afraid." As the words came out of my mouth, he stopped walking, looking down at his shoes.

"Drew, is everything okay?" I ask in concern, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Looking up at me, a sheepish grin plays on his lips. "You are completely aloud to slap me after I say this, but...," he pauses, searching for the right words. "Andromeda, right now I may not be in love with you, but I'm falling. All I ask of you is to catch me. To hold my heart in yours, and please don't drop on it. Because, that, you dropping it would mean the end of me. I feel like an idiot for how I left things with you, and I don't expect you to accept my apology. Just listen?"

Nodding, I smile. "I'm listening."

He grabs onto my hand before continuing. "I'm sorry for how I pushed you away, but you have to understand that I'm not very good with trust. I'm terrible at it, actually. All I do know is that I'm falling for you, and I don't know what to do. I try everyday to be the good guy, the hero. The guy you read about in books, but -but, I'm starting to learn that this isn't exactly a book. And I'm not a hero. I'm just a nineteen year old guy who's head over heels for a girl with a much worser past then I do. Because, in this world, if it were a book, you'd be the hero. The girl who saves the guy for himself. Not the other way around."

I raise my eyebrow at me, staring into his baby blue eyes. "Andrew, what are you saying?"

He lets out a heavy sigh. "I - I guess... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I haven't been that good of boyfriend to you. And, if you let me, would you go on a date with me? Maybe start over?"

My eyebrows scrunch up, and the familiar burn behind my eyes is all I feel as I continue to stare at me. "Andrew Grayson, are you asking me out? Because if you are, you have a whole lot of explaining to do on that date."

Smiling, he nod. "Alright. But, just promise me something. Don't cry, because then I'm going to cry."

"I promise," I say, leaning upward and kissing him on the lips with everything I had. He kisses back, our lips moving in sinc with the others, and it's a blur of emotion. Drew's hands wind around me waist, pulling me into his chest, and my own hands run up his arms and guide themselves into his hair. I twist the strands around my fingers, pulling on it lightly. The pulling causes for him to groan into the kiss, mummering something I couldn't make out.

I pull back slightly, my lips still on his, but there was at least a centimeter of space between us. "You need a hair cut," I tell him, quietly, like it was a whisper, and let my lips fall back onto his.