Pieced Together Again

The Accident- Chapter 17

Recap: (If you remember what's going on then go ahead amd scroll on down to Andrea's POV)

"What's going on?" I ask him.

"That was my professor. You know how I had told you a while back that I just needed to finish one class to transfer to the art school?" I nodded back after he stared at me expectantly. "We he said that there is an opportunity to compete against four other photographers and if I win I will automatically be admitted into school and my English professor- which is the only class I need- said that I can write a ten page essay in order to get all of my credits," he said somewhat sadly.

"Alexi! That's great! I know you can do it! I'm so proud of you and I would sound more enthusiastic if my voice didn't sound monotone because I'm sick," I was trying to squeal but my dumb voice chose that moment to sound all sickly. I squeezed him close and when I felt him not hugging back I pulled away. "What's wrong? You should be excited," I scolded him.

"I am it's just that... the competition is in New York and it's going to last for three weeks. The plane leaves tomorrow in the afternoon," he drew out. I think he was depressed because that meant that he would be away from me for three weeks.

"That doesn't matter! This is a great opportunity and you shouldn't skip out on it because of me. If I love you the way I do then I won't hold you back from your dream. I support you 200%. So are getting on that plane tomorrow," I chastised him for even considering let this opportunity pass. I was also surprised at how easily I could admit that I loved him.

"I just got you back. I don't want to leave you for that long," he sighed out.

"And I will be right here waiting for you with open arms when you get back," I nudged him playfully.

"So you think I should go?" he muttered.

"You'd be an idiot not to." He gave me a dry look and I just gave him a peck on his lips.

"Okay, then I'll tell my professor," he pulled out his phone once more and quickly told his professor that he would be going. As he finished off his conversation I felt like I was burning from the inside out but I tried to hide my pain.

"How about we celebrate? I have some ice cream in the freezer," I got up from my spot on the couch and moved into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen I pressed ice packs against my face so that I wouldn't feel so hot. I came back minutes later into the living room with two bowls of rocky road ice cream. "Here you go," I handed him his bowl and sat back down next to him. We finished off our ice cream and settled down to watch a movie. When I fell asleep Alexander shut off the TV and carried me up to my room.

I think he missed sleeping next to me because he cuddled around me in my bed. My phone buzzed after a while of sleeping and I tried to check it without waking Alexander. It was a text message. From Mason.

I can't wait to see you again babe. I love you. He can never let me be happy, can he?

**Andrea's POV**

I woke up the next morning with a damp cloth pressed to my forehead, a heavy arm draped across my waist and Alexander's face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his warm breath fanning across my neck and chest.

I was surprised that Jason hadn't thrown him out of the house when he saw him in my bed. I turned to look at Alexander but then I was hit with a stabbing pain that traveled from the back of my skull to the frontal part of my head. I groaned slightly and froze so that I wouldn't cause any more pain.

Alexander's eyes fluttered open and he smiled groggily. "You look so beautiful, even in the morning. How is that possible? What time is it anyway? Knowing you it is probably really early." He reached out and tucked on a strand of my hair back in its place. His finger skimmed my forehead but he backtracked, threw the cloth off of my forehead and placed his palm against my forehead. "Love! You're burning up!"