*** Andy’s P.O.V. ***
I couldn’t think about something else than her lips. She kissed like a goddess, because well she was one. I did like her, I didn’t doubt anymore. Not after all the shivers I got by only kissing her.
I had to wait for four damn days before seeing her again.. that was going to be hard since I already missed her…
*** Alice ‘s P.O.V. ***
I was approaching Ohio, and to be honest, I missed Andy as fuck. I wanted to feel him against me again… I know, it’s stupid, but that was the truth. That kiss was eating me alive, haunting my mind.
I was waiting at a red light when my cell phone vibrated in my back pocket. A text, but huh, I didn’t have time for this. Anyways, I was driving.
But maybe it was Andy? Or my mom…?
Shit. I parked my car in a mall parking and grabbed my cell phone. It was from Andy.
Andy : Hi, Sweetie. I hope your ride is going well, please be careful. I miss you already… please text me when you’re back.
Oh God, he missed me too???!
Me : My ride is well, but long without any body. I’m safe, don’t worry. I miss you too… a lot… and I’ll give you news. Good bye, Buddy.
Andy : Nice to read that :) See you soon, Sweetie :)
Gah, why was I acting so weird and so… so… nervous? Why was my heart racing that fast? Did I really like him that much? It wasn’t possible. Why would he like me back anyways? I wasn’t experienced, I was virgin, I was way uglier than Juliet and stupid sometimes. Argh… stupid feelings!
Few hours later, I entered in the hotel where me and my mom were going to sleep. I was reading a magazine, waiting for her.
“Oh my Gosh! Ally! My lovely darling I missed you so much!” I heard my mom’s voice yelling.
I jumped from my chair and ran to my mom. I pressed her against me, as I would never let her go. Tears filled my eyes, damn I loved her.
“Oh, mom! I missed you too, I love you!”
“I love you more, my girl.” She said between sobs.
She was a great actress.
After drying our tears, we joined our room and talked for I-don’t-know how many hours, but we really told every single day of the last year we’ve passed. She told me she had a paint she had made for me (yeah she painted, in fact she had been my teacher) and I was surprised.
“You know… I love you, and I miss you a lot where I live. I think about you every day, and I decided to paint something for you.”
She got something out of her bag. The paint was small, but Gosh, it was so wonderful, I was crying ; me and her, when I was younger, she was teaching me to paint and I was painting Lea.
“Oh this is beautiful mom, thank you!”
Maybe she did love me…?
And so, we cried again.
As every years, we went to Lea’s grave the day after and we went to the movies, to a restaurant, and we talked for the night. The other day, I left the town and drove back to L.A. while thinking about my dear sister. I love you, Lea.
*** Andy’s P.O.V. ***
I hoped everything was alright with Alice, I mean a death anniversary is always sad. I missed her and couldn’t wait to see her back, but I was worried too… what if this kiss didn’t mean anything to her? What if I was the only one feeling things?
