Road to Nowhere

Seven little words.

Andrew and I stopped at the side of the road, which faced the boardwalk leading to the ocean. I fixed my hair and got out of my car. Andrew followed close behind. When we reached the sand, I slowed down with out him noticing, snuck up on him, and jumped on his back.

"Woah!" He laughed and wrapped my legs around his waist.

I slapped his butt and yelled, "Faster, horsey!"

He laughed a lot more and swung me around. I clung to him and couldn't stop my laughter as well.

"Put me down now!" I said through giggles.

"Never!" He ran closer to shore and stopped just a few inches from the water. "Say you love me and that I'm the bestest friend you've ever had!"

"You wish! Put me down." I kicked my legs around and tried to get off of his back.

"Not until you say those three little words. Come on Sam, I know you want to."

I bit his ear lobe and whispered in his ear, "Andrew. Put. Me. Down." I said it in an assertive but sexy voice that worked immediately.

He set me on my feet gently and looked at me through heated eyes.

"I don't think you realise how much control you have over me."

"Oh trust me, I know exactly how much control I have over you." I said seductively.

And with that, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met and I kissed him, tasted him, devoured him. Our bodies were pressed together and I could feel his heat coming from under his shirt. I slid my fingers through his hair and tugged gently. A small moan emerged from the back of his throat and he moved his hands from the small of my back to my ass, grabbing it and massaging it.

As fast as ever, I pulled back, and pushed him into the water... Only to be dragged down with him. I fell on top of him and laughed as he splashed me. We were both laughing uncontrollably.

"Andrew, stop! You're messing up my hair!" I splashed him back and that just made his smile grow ten times the size.

His gaze lowered to my breasts, and his eyes became heated and hungry. I looked down at myself as well to see what was getting him so hot and bothered. And then I realised that my shirt was see-through and you could very clearly see my hot pink and black polka dot bra.

"Andrew, you pig." I smiled and covered my chest, walking out of the water.

"What do you expect, baby doll? It's a sight I can never turn away from."

He followed me out of the water and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me.

"It did turn me on though." He whispered close in my ear.

I spun around and looked up at him though my eyelashes.

"Oh did it, now?"

"You're such a tease, Sammy." That made me smile.

"I know." I flicked my hair and walked off, swaying my hips as I did. I could feel his intense gaze burning a hole right through my ass.

"Well, you coming or what?" I shot over my shoulder.

He caught up with me, grabbing my hand and walking down the beach with the water hitting our feet. I intertwined my fingers with his and swung our hands back and forth dramatically.

"Andrew." I said, looking at him seriously.

"Yeah, doll face?" He said, still looking straight ahead.

"Have you ever thought about leaving?" That made him stop walking and look at me.

"Yeah, of coarse I have. Why?"

 I sat down, wiggling my toes deep into it the sand. Andrew sat beside me, pulling me into his legs and playing with my hair.

"I was thinking a few days ago, about what it would be like to just pack up and go. California, Arizona, I don't know, anywhere but here."

"What made you think of this?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm just sick of this town. I've spent my whole life here and I just feel like there's a better life for me somewhere else."

"Maybe there's a better life for you, here. With me."

I immediately spun my head around, looking into his deep blue eyes which were concentrating hard on mine.

"What do you mean?" I said.

He shifted, and moved me around so I was facing him. He cupped my face in his hands and gazed intensely into my eyes.

"I think I'm falling in love you with you, Samantha." He said, slowly. I just stared back at him, shocked. I didn't reply, so he continued. "I want to be with you. And not the way that we have been for the past two years. I mean, no more friends with benefits bullshit. Just you and me."

It took me a while to process what he just said. I never in a million years expected him to say this. I thought we were on the same page. I thought he didn't want anything more than what we already had.

"You're saying you want to be in a relationship. With me." It sounded more like a statement than a question.

He nodded slowly. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

I pulled away from his embrace and ran a hand through my hair, looking out into the near by sunset. I let a loud, long sigh escape my lips, along with a small laugh that mixed in with it.

"Trust me, Andrew. A relationship is the last thing you want with me."

His brow furrowed and he tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Why would you say that?"

"Because, Andrew!" I half yelled. "I don't do relationships. Never have, probably never will. I always mess them up."

"I don't believe that. We can make it work."

I glanced over at him, and then turned away again. "You don't even know me. You have no idea how much of a bitch I can get. How would you? All we ever do is have sex!"

He looked hurt, and I felt sympathy toward his fragile heart. "Don't say that. It meant more to me than that."

"Oh please. We both know that we were just using each other for fifteen minutes of fun!"

After I said this, he stood up, brushing himself off. "I don't know why you're acting like this. I tell you I love you, and you spit in my face. Why can't you just let people in?"

"Maybe because every guy is all the same. They all use you, get bored, and leave." I could feel the lump in my throat, but I ignored it.

Andrew's face softened as soon as I said that. He sat back down and caressed my cheek with his hand. "I'm not like that. I understand that you've probably had a bad past, but I promise that will never be anything like what you just described. I want to take care of you."

And with those seven little words, I stood up and walked off towards my car. Only until Andrew came running up behind me, grabbing my arm.

"What's your problem?" He looked in my eyes and it felt like he was pouring into my soul.

"My problem," I started, "is that you won't take care of me. No guy will ever take care of anyone but themselves! That's just a straight up lie."

"It's not! Why won't you just accept my feelings for you! I don't know how much clearer I can say this. I. Love. You."

It was quiet for a few moments. We both just stared at each other for what seemed like a long time. Until I broke the silence.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, turning around. This time, he didn't stop me.