Addicted

Chapter Six

Oscar's POV

After about ten minutes of walking, I made it to Andie's house. I didn't know what to expect. Did I just barge in there and grab as much as I can, or do I try to talk to her mom and tell her Andie won't be living with her anymore. I let out a sigh of frustration.

"I'm just gonna wing it," I mumbled to myself. I tried the door knob, and not surprisingly the door was unlocked. I let out another sigh before walking in. I stood by the door for about a minute. It was quiet, just pure silence.

She wasn't home. Well, this made my life a lot easier. As I made my way up to Andie's room, I noticed there were a lot beer cans and bottles scattered on the floor. Jeez, her mom did have a drinking problem. I'm glad Andie won't be living here anymore.

When I got to her room, I went straight to her closet. I grabbed the series of clothes and shoved them into a garbage bag. Then I went to her drawers, where I'm guessing she keeps her underwear. I grinned to myself because I had been right. I found all her underwear, and boy, were they hot. Stop it Oscar, focus. What else does she need? I headed to the bathroom to get her makeup. I don't understand why she wears makeup anyway. But she swears she can't live without it, so, I put it in a separate bag so it wouldn't spill or anything.

I look in the bottom of the bathroom sink to find her, well, personals. I hated it when it was that time of the month. Eeesh. I put that in the bag also and leave the bathroom, going back to her room to make sure I've got everything.

Shoes. I forgot shoes. I look under her bed to discover at least ten pairs of shoes. Gosh, how much stuff does this girl even have? I also put those in the bag and start to head out. But then I hear the door open then shut again.

"Ah, hell!" I whispered. Her mom was home. What was I supposed to do? Just walk out of her house with all of her daughters things? No way. I guess I'm gonna be stuck here for a while. I slowly close the door and turn the door knob so she couldn't hear the click when it closed. After putting the lock on the door I turned off the light so she wouldn't see it from under the door.

I held my breath as I hear her staggering up the stairs, making her way into the bathroom. I let out my breath when I heard her close the door, and was even more relieved when I heard the lock click. She was probably gonna be in there for a while since she locked it. I was about to unlock the door and make a run for it when she came out of the bathroom.

Ugh. Can't she just stay in there long enough for me to escape? I heard her footsteps go down the hall and into her room. Maybe she was gonna take a shower. I hear her come out of the room and back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Soon after I hear the water from the shower turn on. "Yes," I whispered.

I slowly unlocked the door. Slowly, without rattling the door knob, I opened the door and dashed downstairs and out of the house, carrying the two bags I had used. The empty one I didn't use was still in my pocket. I mentally patted myself on the shoulder for not forgetting it, 'cause that would've been bad. Can't leave any evidence behind, now can we?

I ran back to my place as fast as I could. I made it there in about five minutes. I don't know exactly why I had been running. It's not like she'd been chasing me. I bet she didn't even hear me since she was in the shower. I didn't notice till now that it was starting to get dark. Gosh, how long have I been out? I took out my phone to look at the time. It was almost six. I had a feeling that Andie will get mad that I was out for a while without telling her where I was going. "Oh well," I mumbled to myself. I unlocked the door to my apartment and walked in.

I through the bags on the sofa and went upstairs to my room. When I got there I saw that Andie was sleeping. She looked so peaceful, and I just couldn't bring myself to wake her up. I decided to go downstairs and make some dinner, I'll wake her when it's done. I was about to turn off her music that she had playing when I realized that I would probably wake her. I pulled a blanket over her and planted a light kiss on her forehead before going downstairs.

I continued to think of how she looked when she slept, and how much I love her. I was thrilled to know that I'd get to wake up to her every morning, and share a place with her. Things were gonna be perfect.