Falling Too Deep

Chapter 8

Andrea - POV: 

Ladies, have you ever had those period days when you just wanted to sit around, eat and watch movies? Well, I was having one of those days. It was a Saturday night and I was lying on the couch, curled up with a bag of Cheetos and a box of little Debbie cupcakes, watching The Hangover. Life was good. 

Right when Bradley Cooper's character was being attacked by a taser gun my doorbell rang. I pressed pause on the movie and strolled to the door. I looked through the peep hole and smiled when I saw Nick standing there, with his hands in his pockets. I casually opened the door and grinned. "Hey." 

Nick smiled back at me and looked behind me, seeing if I had any company.  

"Hey. Can I come in?" 

I opened the door wider and nodded. "Of course." 

He walked in and looked down at the mess on my couch. He chuckled and looked back at me. "Didn't have time to clean?" 

I laughed a little embarrassed that he came during my "period times" and rushed to the couch. 

"No. You caught me during my loner session that's all." 

I rolled up the quilt I was covered up in, grabbed the Cheetos and cupcakes and the coke bottles I had went through.  

"Not to sound rude or anything, but why are you here?" 

He plopped on the couch and put his feet up on my coffee table. "I know I should've called but I just wanted to see you. I missed your beautiful face." 

I pushed his feet off the table with my free hand and smiled. "I missed you too." 

He smirked at me and I took my snacks in the kitchen and came back, sitting down next to him. "Want to finish the movie with me?"  

He nodded. "Sure." 

We watched the whole movie, including part two and then we decided to order Chinese food.  

"Are you liking your orange chicken?" 

Nick nodded and popped another piece of chicken in his mouth. "Very." 

I giggled and went to the fridge and got out some white champagne. I wiggled it in front of him and smiled. "Look what I have." 

He looked up at the bottle and frowned. "I can't drink that." 

I frowned too and examined the bottle. "Why? Is it out of date? Not your favorite flavor?" 

He shook his head and continued eating his food. I sighed and sat down placing the bottle on the table. "What's wrong?" 

Nick looked at me and ran his fingers through his hair. "Andrea I'm an alcoholic." 

I let my brain register what he said and then I gave him a puzzled look.  

"Huh?" 

He sighed. "I'm an alcoholic." 

Oh. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

He groaned and rubbed his face, gripping the ends of his brown hair. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to scare you away." 

I picked at my food and stared at him awkwardly. "Oh." 

He pushed his plate out the way and rubbed my arm. "I go to rehab for it. I haven't had a drink in three months. I stopped drinking when we started dating." 

That made me feel a little better.  

"So you don't drink anymore? And you're getting help?" 

He nodded.