Second Choice

chpt 6 - Mending Wounds

I woke up the next morning to look at my phone just to see if anything was different... Let's just say it wasn't everything was the same. Andrew was gone and trying to text me over everything. He even emailed me twice... he's desperate now. My brother was there, so was veronica. I didn't care that I missed them. A lot to be honest, I never would admit it because Tyler, well let's just say, can be real annoying sometimes. He was a great brother but he's annoying like all siblings. But still I wanted to go and speak to Andrew but I know it wasn't right just yet. After what he did, not yet.

After a span of a few days, I drew a lot. I even started to try writing, let's just say I sucked at it. Yesterday andrew sent me flowers, with anote on him saying

"Dear Marcia

I'm sorry about everything I did, I know it wasn't right and especially what I did after it all happened. It just felt right but I knew you would push me away yet I still did it. I originally went there to apologize and I did, but I failed at that. As we can both see. So i tried again, you kept ignoring my calls, my texts and even my emails i sent you. So I resorted to this. Flowers with a note. Anyways i know i messed up badly but please just talk so we can work it out, talk soon ok?

I know it's going to take time to fix this but we both need to at least for us to fix it, well me, i made this happen so i should fix it,

Always yours, Andrew Morrow"

I knew I would have to talk to him eventually, just not yet, I wasn't ready. But I will in a few days maybe. I was walking outside to get the mail for the box, but I saw something kind of interesting in the mail. It was a scroll rolled up and tied. I had a guess who it was from. I got the rest of what was in the box, mostly some bills and flyers and a package that was for my dad..I made my way inside and set the mail on the counter so when they went to the kitchen they could see the mail and go through it. I opened the paper scroll and started to read what it said, of course it was from andrew.

"Hello again Marcia,

I have to say it's been awhile and i'm going to keep doing this till you speak to me, whether you call, text, or write back i'm going to do everything to be able to speak to you again. I miss you Marcia, I love you ok? You don't have to believe me but I do. I know this is getting annoying since I am blowing up your phone and also writing to you everyday. But please we need to speak, i want to sort this all out.

I know you don't want to hear this but I texted Isabelle and told her off for what she did, and kind of what I did. I told her she was a cheater and that she shouldn't have gone out with me while with her boyfriend, i admit im stupid i know i am, but please Marcia just come back to me and talk? Isabelle blocked me. I don't care, she's just a b!tch at this point and im probably worse, but at least i didn't kiss a stranger while i was with somebody. But would Marika talk to me please? I also know I shouldn't have kissed you after i saw you to apologize.

I didn't mean to hurt you this badly.

Always yours, Andrew Morrow"

I wanted to just walk to his house but I didn't at the same time. I did not know yet, but some other part of my mind and my heart was saying to go to him. The 'I love you' and the 'I didn't mean to hurt you this badly' ran through my head, on repeat for a while. I was happy he knew what he did wrong and everything. I was glad to know he knew that Isabelle cheated and that he shouldn't have asked her on a date.

He was trying to mend to the wounds he cut, I was happy he was trying to do something. It was the effort he put in. I was just wondering why he sent me notes with flowers or on expensive paper since it looked old. He was truly something weird, but yet still my best friend. Even though right now I was in pain because of him I still considered my friend. . my best friend. I just knew I'd never be more than a friend. I just stopped caring about that though. I had better things in life to be caring about. I thought to myself it might be time tomorrow to see him. I thought he was also being a bit of a coward to face me, since he hadn't climbed through my window or showed up at my door. Boy did I jinx myself, there he was climbing in through my window. I really had to start closing it more.

I saw him there, his light brown hair that was messy that almost covered his eyes, he was tall, he was around 5'10, he had the nicest smile and his eyes were a lovely shade of green. It was so calming. I smiled at him awkwardly. I didn't know he'd resorted to using my window now.

"I see youve been getting my letters and notes?" he asked quietly as his eyes moved to my desk

" um yeaa, i just didn't know how to respond" i replied looking down at the floor. 

I wasn't sure whether to give him the silent treatment or to just talk to him like nothing happened when a lot did happen. He went on a date, kissed Isabelle, and then came here and tried to apologize and kissed me. It was a lot to process if I'm being honest, oh and Tyler came back. So that was a lot. I didn't really know what to say so i just kind of asked him a random question. "So how are you"

"Im good, im doing good" he said with his hands in his pockets "how are you"

"Im not too bad, just processing a lot" i looked over at him "what have you been doing lately"

"Um blowing up your phone, sending you flowers with notes and a letter" he said "i even went surfing a few times to distract myself what about you"

"Drew, wrote a few things that suck, did nothing really" i said

It went back to silence after a few seconds of talking, but we ended up laughing for no reason. We were still friends and right now it was as if nothing happened and I preferred it that way. He was fixing it by just being here and trying to talk to me, and by us laughing together.  I wasn't sure how to just talk or go about this but after laughing he started to make jokes, about random people he saw at the beach, they were rather funny. Andrew made me laugh and it was funny. We ended up just talking for a little bit and decided to go to the beach since I wanted to see these people who were looking weird. I found it funny because there was almost no one but the people in speedos and whatever else the people from America wore here. It was mostly old people on vacations.

"Hey Marcia, I have a question..." Andrew asked, "will you give me a chance to make igt up to and take you on a date?"

A date? I didn't know how to respond. A date? With me? And him? Together? A date?

Life is confusing me...

A date?