The house next door to us had had a for sale sign up for as long as I could remember, that's why something felt so off when I looked out my window that morning.
"Dad," I sat grabbing some Pepsi from the fridge.
"What's up Mark?"
"Is someone moving in where the Petersons used to live?" That was where my ex boyfriend Devyn lived - Devyn Peterson, but he moved during early freshman year. It was great having your boyfriend as your next door neighbor. By looking out the window, every phone call was a Skype video chat, and if the curtains were accidentally drawn, you might just see some Ab action. It was the best part of my morning routine.
"I think so, at least from the looks of it. I saw people come and look at the place a month or so ago. With appraisals and what not, it makes sense that that person might be moving in now."
"Oh, I see." I wondered who it would be.
And then I saw him.
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I felt sick to my stomach, yet giddy at the same time.
Buckhannon? That's where Marcus said he was from.
The entire ride down wasn't very long, only a couple hours at most.
When we got there, we started unloading the van, and that's when, from the kitchen window, I looked at our neighbor's house.
It had a definite lack of femininity, there was no garden, only footballs and a tire swing suspended below an abandoned tree house, and for a split second I swore I thought I saw Mr.Alexander drinking coffee at the table.
I just shook it off. I didn't look at him well enough on vacation to be sure.
But that's when I saw him.
Marcus.
I thought I was dreaming at first, but it was all too real.
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He was right there.
Andrew.
I just looked at him for a minute.
I couldn't believe this was really happening.
I hadn't seen him since the boardwalk, but this time he didn't look away.
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I was really here. I was looking right at the boy of my dreams, and all that was between us was a few feet of grass and a sheet of glass.
And with that I thought, Hopefully soon the only thing between us would be sheets. But not the glass kind.
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Along Came Andrew
Fanfiction"Maybe I don't want it to; maybe I want to sit down on a couch and lean my head on his shoulder and have him wrap his arms around me, or maybe just hug me as I cry into his shoulder, while he tells me it's going to be fine." B.D. 7.20.16
