To the moon and back

'Gold'en family rules

THIS, FUNNILY ENOUGH, WAS THE CHAPTER THAT I HAD WRITTEN BEFORE I EVEN STARTED THE REST OF THIS STORY. IT WAS THE CHAPTER THAT HELPED BRING 'TO THE MOON AND BACK' TO MANIFESTATION AND, WHILE I KNOW ITS KIND OF BITTERSWEET, I HOPE THAT ITS A CHAPTER THAT YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT. DON'T JUST COMMENT  'I HATE *INSERT PERSON YOU WANT TO HATE SO BADLY*' BECASUE, YOU DONT REALLY HATE THEM. THERE ISNT ONE PERSON IN THIS CHAPTER WHO DIDN'T HAVE SOLID REASONING FOR THIER ACTIONS.

SO INSTEAD OF BASHING ANY CHARACTERS, RATHER TELL ME WHY YOU CAN'T FIND YOURSELF STANDING BEHIND THEIR DECISIONS OR, MAYBE, WHAT YOU THINK THE EVENTS OF THIS CHAPTER WILL SPAWN IN UPCOMING CHAPTERS.

I ACTUALLY REALLY WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT THIS CHAPTER AND THE FUTURE OF THE "GANG" :)

SOTD: TOO LITTLE TOO LATE BY JOJO (BECAUSE SHE WAS THE SHII BACK WAY WHEN...WAIT, WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO HER?)

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"I think you should go call your brother" I murmured not even turning from where I stood staring at the vending machine.

I had heard him gently make his way across the room, to me, and I inwardly sighed. Right now was not the time...at all.

"Harper I'm sorry, please, just look at me" Andrew murmured, hands stuffed into the pockets of the black jeans I could never find myself looking away from for they made him look like something of a model.

"I think...I think I need space" I whispered afraid to look at him, knowing my eyes would betray me, "This scares me"

"What...what scares you?" Andrews nervous laugh sounded, "Me? I'm less scary than Ethan and that's negative scary on the scale of scary"

I bit my tongue at the remark that was about to come out, sure it would make everything seem like a joke.

"Not of you" I hissed staring at the skittles in the machine, "I'm scared of us...I'm scared of what we do to each other, what we've already done to each other"

"Like what?" Andrew groaned, confused, "make each other happier than we could have ever expected?"

"I wish it could all begin and end with that but it doesn't...it can't, Drew" I whispered, "we want to tell each other that we have this perfect thing going on but we're anything but perfect. We fight every other day~"

"Who doesn't? I fight with Ethan and Chandler, does that mean I shouldn't call them my best friends?!"

I shook my head, "Andrew, we have each other followed, and we expertly keep important information away from each other"

Andrew instinctively knew that the 'we' really only applied to him and he sighed, "Harper, please, I know that I shouldn't have done it but...God, I didn't want this year to be a repeat of when you went to find your mom. I hated knowing that you were hurting so much and there was nothing I could have done to help you and, this time, I feared that you would go back to that place. I just wanted to help"

"How long?" I snapped, whirling away from the machine and staring him in the eyes.

"How long what?"

I bit my bottom lip and stilled my chin from wobbling, "how long until we start hating each other? How long until we start to resent each other for everything we've done wrong in this relationship?"

Andrew's eyes widened a fraction, "Harper~"

"I can't hate you" I whispered, as tears threatened, "I don't want to hate you because, God, I love you so much"

"I...I don't think we know who we are anymore, in this relationship. I'm a naggy pain in the butt and your so closed off, Andrew. It's like you annoy me by never saying anything and I annoy you by trying to make you tell me something...tell me anything"