The Story of Why

Keda - Pizza and Things

~Keda~

Drew and I were upstairs in my room, talking about random things because I wanted to take his mind off things. There was a pause. "Where are you staying now?" I asked. I know I've been trying to keep his mind off things, but I wanted to know. The only parent he had had was his mom, and I had been wondering where he lives now. He'd never mentioned any relatives.

"My uncle's. He's always drunk. I try not to interact with him," was all he said.

"Dang," I said, "that bad?" I know he just lost his mother, but to have a bad guardian, too? Maybe he was just mourning his sister's death, too. But that still didn't make it okay for him to neglect his nephew when he needs him most. I was hoping he'd want to talk about it. I wanted to help.

"Yeah. Want to watch a movie?" he asked. The fact that he was so eager to change the subject worried me a little, but I didn't make a comment. If he didn't want to talk about it, fine. He needs time, that's all. So I just shrugged it off, and went along with what he wanted to do.

I smiled and asked, "What kind of movie?"

"Romance. Or horror. Those are the ones that usually get me laid," he grinned, and I was glad to hear that sarcastic humour again. I laughed and pushed him playfully.

"Good luck with that. Let's watch a romance," I said.

He made a face. "I was joking."

I smiled. "What? You don't want to watch a romance?" I asked, giving him an intimidating look.

He smiled lightly and kissed me. I closed my eyes and we stayed like that for a while. His lips against mine, sitting side by side on my bed. I got up, put a DVD in the DVD player, then we watched the movie and cuddled. It was such an amazing feeling, laying in his arms. It made me feel safe and warm and happy. I just want him to be happy.

The movie was about this depressed couple where the guy lost his parents and then he falls in love with a girl that has cancer. They're adorable and such, but they know they only have three months left before she dies. The last scene is at her funeral, where the guy is just standing there, smiling and thinking about her. It's extremely sad, but an amazing movie.

After it was done, there was a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in," I said. Olliver opened the door and came in with his hand covering his eyes.

"Are your clothes on?" he asked.

Drew laughed. "Nope," he said.

Olliver smirked and lowered his hand. "You're such a sarcastic little shit," Olliver said, grinning. That was the first time I've ever heard Olliver be a smartass. I guess Drew was rubbing off on him.

"Thanks, but you forgot "gorgeous." But don't worry, I forgive you," Drew assured him.

Olliver rolled his eyes, smiling, then turned his gaze on me. "Mom's home. She wants to know what you want on the pizza," he said. I like the way they got along by teasing each other. It was really cute.

"Cheese and black olives," I said. Olliver nodded, leaving the room and closing the door.

"Black olives and cheese?" He asked raising his eyebrows. "Who eats that?"

"I do," I replied defensively.

"I was going to kiss you, but now I'm not sure anymore," he said. I kissed him on the cheek and smiled. I got up, took the DVD out of the DVD player, and put it back in its case. Drew sat up, smiling at me.

"What?" I asked, sitting beside him.

We looked at each other, both smiling, and then he play tackled me and then we were play wrestling and kissing. He bit my lip and I giggled. He smiled down at me and kissed me lightly.

A few minutes later we got hungry and went downstairs to eat the pizza my mom had ordered. My mom went up to Drew as soon as she saw him. "I heard about your mother, Drew. I'm so sorry. My prayers are with you," she said, hugging him. I really wished she hadn't brought it up, I knew how hard it was, losing a parent. It really sucked when everyone constantly reminded you. I wish my mom had learned that from when we lost dad. I felt pretty irritated, but he just thanked her and we ate pizza and eventually, he went home.

I was really happy to have him in my life. He gave me confidence that I didn't have before. I loved being around him. If only he was willing to open up and talk to me. How could I help him if he wouldn't tell me what's going on? Maybe it's best this way. I love him and care about him. He loves and cares about me. We're just trying to be happy together and ignore whatever else is going on around us. It feels wonderful, being with him, feeling care-free. I just hope that if he ever needs to talk, he can come to me.

I wondered what my life would be like at this moment in my life if I had never met Drew. I'm guessing I'd still be that weird outcast at school that always sits alone at lunch. Well, I'm still her, but somehow, I feel better. Happier. Stronger. More confident. It's all because of Drew. Without him, I would be constantly sad, always worrying and overthinking things. I would stop doing things that make me happy because I was too stressed out.

Now, that just seemed silly to me. Drew gave me a purpose. He made me feel like I should put my happiness before anything else. He made me feel strong, like I could face anything. I'm glad he knocked some sense into me and made me realize that being perfect and having good grades and being pretty didn't matter. Drew loved who I am. Drew thought I was pretty. That's all that mattered.