Beach Body

YOU? (Andre's POV)

"What? You mean... Y-you?" I said, flabbergasted. I wasn't sure exactly how she was involved with this company.

She sighed a deep sigh, as though a weight was slowly being lifted from her shoulders, enabling her to breathe.

"Yes. Me." She started "I invested my inheritance into the company. My uncle was a business major so I figured he'd want me to invest the money into something. And I was always a gamer nerd so..."

"So you invested it into the video game production industry." I finished her sentence encouraging her to carry on.

She nodded. "Yes."

I had to ask "so who did you invest with, exactly?"

"I am an independent investor." She started, seeming to get annoyed with me not understanding something that she was clearly hinting at. "I own the company."

"Wait, hold up," I started, completely stunned "YOU own a multi-billion dollar company?"

"Yes!" she said, exasperated, like she was getting bored "how many times do we have to over this?"

I paced around the room for a while- everything was starting to make sense, now. The huge stack of video games- brand new; some of them hadn't even come out yet- all sat on her TV stand. No college student could afford those; They'd have to be rich or have connections or something. Or the fact that she has one of the most expensive apartments in the block; it's practically half the size of the entire floor.

Or the fact that she had a flat screen TV that, ordinarily, would have left her with nothing for months.

"That's how you can afford all this." I thought out loud.

"Well done," she started sarcastically "you really are a genius."

Tears began to brim in the corners of her eyes. She must have noticed because the sadness was replaced with frustration and she stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

I huffed out a sigh of utter frustration- I don't understand this chick, but at the same time I feel like I have to be there for her every time she is sad or upset. Composing myself I walked up to her light brown, oak door and gave it a knock. There was no response and I was about to knock again before I was almost literally smacked in the face by whatever she made catapult to slam into the door. This was not going well. Okay. I decided to knock a second time, hesitantly. Waiting a couple seconds, so as to confirm the coast was clear of any projectiles, I entered her bedroom.

The sight before me broke my heart. She was just laying there, on her bed, curled into a ball, wet patches on her arms where fresh tears broke through her cocoon. This was someone with the weight of the world on her shoulders; someone who put up walls around  them for protection, but with no door to get out.

"England." I said quietly, moving slowly, cautiously toward where she lay in a heap on her bed.