Freaks

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ＡＮＤＲＥＷ watches me as I twirl the spoon dipped in my frozen-yoghurt, trying (and failing) to reconstruct the initial swirl in it when we bought them 8 minutes ago. He has been giving me the same sceptical look ever since we got here, analysing my every move.

"Right, okay, Lucy. What is it?" He blurts out.

I look up absentmindedly from my dessert and stare at him blankly, "What?"

"Why are you upset?"

"I'm not upset."

He sends me a flat look. "Luce. You're in a busy, tackily decorated food court when you practically hate people, eating fro-yo of all things, when we both know you're more of an ice cream person."

"First of," I say, pointing my spoon accusingly at him, "I don't practically hate people. I just don't try to get along with people who have already decided they know everything about me. Secondly, I might have just wanted to try something new. You never know. You're the one who's always telling me to branch out."

"Mm. Right." Andrew shakes his head unbelievingly. "And my father is also not the most secretive man in history."

"You did say he's been opening up rece-"

"Don't change the subject." He cuts me off, "Lucy, you completely blanked your aunt and uncle when I came to pick you up. If I recall correctly, you told me to 'step on it', before they could come out to see you off." He pauses to look at me again, "What is it, Luce?"

I tuck a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear and let out a relenting sigh, "It's nothing really... I just had a bit of a fight with my relatives. It's not a big deal."

Andrew's eyes softens, "You never fight with Ted and Vic."

I push my fro-yo away from and sit up straighter. "It's nothing. It's stupid really. They just... kept something from me I'd have preferred knowing sooner. It'll probably sort itself out." I say, trying to be convincing.

Andrew is quiet, as if mulling over my reply. For a moment, I consider telling him the whole truth. What Morgana said. Yet at the same time, I'm not stupid. I know how crazy it would sound to anyone else. I barely believe it myself. In fact, I don't want to believe it. But a small part of me says different. I push all this down and change the subject.

"Anyway, enough about me. Any news on what actually happened on Friday? Isn't that the reason we're meeting here?" I say.

"What? My company isn't enough for you?" Andrew teases, faking a pout and effectually lightening the mood.

"Addy, come on. Be serious. Of course, it isn't." I say, not managing to hide my grin as I tease him, "But seriously. Anything?"

Andrew's face transforms, as if he's been dreading this part of the conversation. He looks paler, sadder, scared even. The smile is wiped off my face, leaving only a confused frown in its place.

"What?" I ask.

He grimaces, "Lu, I'm sorry but I can't tell you."

"How come?"

"My dad..." A dark look makes it's way on my face, "He... Knows something, he won't tell me everything, but he made me promise not to tell anyone the little he even told me."