I Can't Believe I Like You

Twenty-Three

"Saaarraaa"

"Don't wake her up she's cute when she sleeps"

"I'll do what I want"

"Leave her alone"

"You can't tell me what to do"

"Haley.."

"I'm sorry Dad, but I'm pretty sure I graduated kindergarten along time ago"

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Nope"

I groan and open my eyes, to see Haley and Andrew glaring at each other.

"Don't mess with me" Andrew says warningly, clenching his fists into tight balls.

"Like I'm scared of you" Haley glares, crossing her arms daringly.

"You should be"

"I wish you would do something right freaking now" Haley threatens, throwing her arms in the air, gesturing wildly.

"Stop" I speak, afraid something might actually happen.

Haley looks over at me and smiles sarcastically. "Sara, I'm so glad you're awake, we were just leaving" Haley directs the last part to Andrew, who clenches his jaw.

"Haley.." I trail off, not knowing what to say to ease the tension.

"I'll be waiting outside for five minutes if you're not out there by then, I'm walking home" Haley states, shoving past Andrew and slams the door open and closed.
{A/N Draammaaa}

"I'm sorry" I say, looking up apologetically at Andrew.

Andrew snorts and shakes his head. "There's no reason to apologize"

"I probably should be going" I say reluctantly, stretching and standing up.

"Or you could just stay" Andrew says, looking at me with some hope in his eyes.

"I can't just let her walk home alone"

"And you can't just leave me here alone"

"Andrew, we're not even dating and Haley still is my friend"

"Then go out with me, today, right now"

"Right now?"

"Right now"

"But I have to get ready and Haley is still out there"

Andrew walks over to the window and pulls back the shade.

"Actually, she isn't".

"What?" I say, racing over to the window and look out to see an empty yard. I frown and let the shade fall, blocking out the sunshine in the room.

"Now we can go on the date" Andrew says chirpily, walking over to me and cupping my face with his hand. I give him a small smile, the guilt slowly being replaced with excitement for the date.

"You can go borrow some of Kaitlyn or Reagans clothes, they always leave some over for emergencies".

"Where are they?" I ask, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

Andrew nods and starts walking upstairs and I take that as my cue to follow him. We take a left at the top of the stairs into, what looks like, a guest room. He opens one of the drawers and inside is a bunch of clothes.

"There you go" Andrew says, leaving the room and closing the door. I shift throughly the clothes until I find a tight, black shirt with skinny jeans and my regular converse. I open the door and walk downstairs, to find Andrew waiting on the couch with the same outfit as before. Which assures me that this is a casual date.

"Ready to go?"

"Ready"