Jonathan

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Drew's P.O.V

I was laying on the couch, it was ten and I couldn't sleep, I finally sighed, sitting up, looking at Jon's, supposedly, sleeping form as he laid on his bed and whispered. "Screw this shit."

I got up and went to the balcony sliding glass door, slowly opening it so it didn't make too much of a noise and walked onto the balcony.

The November night winds wafting my long hair back as I sat on the ground, staring at the night sky, sighing. "Stupid lights."

I can't see the stars . . .

I heard footsteps from inside, soon later a tall figure stood in the doorway, rubbing his face tiredly. "Drew? What are you doing out here?"

"Can't sleep."

Jon sighed, getting down and sitting by me, a good enough gap between us so we didn't touch but he was still close. "Why?"

I shrugged. "I dunno know." I slurred my speech so it sounded like a two year old. "Just can't."

"Why?"

I paused this time, thinking, finally I sighed. "New place, not used to my surroundings, only person I loved dearly is gone, the anticipation of hearing what kind of things my classmates will come up this time, call me the orphan or something. Expect to be called a lot from the school, I bet I'm going to be in a lot more fights."

He sighed. "Okay . . . I will, and I know its hard. I can't relate to what you're going through right now, but, even if I don't know you fairly well, I'm supposed to be your Dad, I will be here for you, just don't expect too much, I'm new at the parent business."

I slowly nodded, looking back up at the sky, sighing heavily, laying my head against the cement wall.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I shrugged. "This will sound stupid, but when I was younger Mom and I would go out and look at the stars every night, we'd drive out of the city to a field and sit and look at the scenery, last time we did was when I was twelve, before she found out she had cancer. Its stupid I know, but its a fond memory I have."

"Its not stupid, it sounds amazing, Drew, I haven't had the time to stop and look up at the stars like that for awhile."

"It was amazing . . ." I muttered, yawning, looking down, resting my chin on my arms. "Most amazing thing in the world in my eyes."

I closed my eyes, but when Jon spoke I could hear the smile in his voice. "I can tell, I hear it in your voice."

I smiled. "I was told that if you wish on one of the stars on Orion's belt it'd come true," I chuckled. "Every night I'd wish the same thing."

"What was it?" He asked, I felt him staring at me and I couldn't help but blush a little, grateful for the semi darkness.

"To meet my dad."

Silence.

"Well," he said slowly. "It finally came true."

"Yeah, it did." I chuckled, shaking my head. "I just would never suspected you to be my Dad. I'm a mistake, I know that, but to Mom, I was never a mistake. I was a blessing to her. Although I would and always will disagree with her. I was made by mistake, I was born a mistake, I will always be a mistake, Drew Deana Anderson, the big mistake that destroys lives, yeah some blessing I am."

"Some mistakes are great mistakes, your Mom saw you as one of her greatest mistakes ever."

"Yeah, and probably your worst."

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