Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Involved In A Gruesome Accident

               Shopping with my mother was definitely not a favorite on my non-existent list of favorites. It was a condition that granted me time with her, although not nearly enough of it according to her. It too, on the other hand, granted me more time to do the things I didn't want to do. It was all a part of her grand plan you see.

               Mother always took at least six hours to make sure she had everything that she wanted or needed, some of which in my opinion were totally unnecessary. I still wouldn't deny the reason why I've never put up a fight against it; I sort of liked spending time with her and it was in most of these shopping sprees that I could see that she truly cared for me. There are a few things she would say sometimes and I know they couldn't be from anywhere else but the bottom of her heart. Like sometimes looping my arm with hers and telling me she loved me before she asked my opinion on something she considered purchasing.

               "No, I got it," Andre said when I told him I wouldn't mind pushing the trolley while my mom picked out stuff. He wouldn't budge, I knew that like the back of my hand. The most he has ever let me do was take turns pushing it, so that is exactly what I went for again.

               Andre took back the trolley from me after about thirty minutes and that's when I couldn't keep it in anymore. "I need to talk to you," I told him while failing to meet his eyes.

                His face immediately turned serious as he regarded me silently for a short while, as if looking to find exactly where the problem was. "Is everything alright?" He asked, unable to hide the concern in his eyes.

               I nodded. "I guess so."

               Andre stopped rolling the trolley. "Do you want to go for a drive later on and talk about it?"

               "Not today," I replied. "But a drive would be nice."

               He seemed to think about it for a while before finally nodding. Andre then suddenly gripped my wrist. "Just promise me you're genuinely fine."

               I put a hand over his, covering it then stroking softly. "Aw Andre," I said. "Don't tell me you're finally admitting to being the biggest softie I've ever seen."

               He pulled his hand away. "I'm being serious. I don't take things lightly when it comes to you, you know that."

               "Yeah, I know. I'm okay, I promise."

               He ruffled my hair and made me look him in the eye. "I love you, you know."

               My eyes have never darted away from someone so fast. What in the name of— "What the fuck...you can't just say that out of nowhere!" I pulled his hand away from my hair.