Live, Lie, Love, Repeat.

Ch. 3 - Pajamas and Bonfires

In the end, yes, we did pack. You guys are some filthy, little thinkers! I am a child of Christ, thank you. I sat in front of the mirror and looked at the sloppy mess that was me. I couldn't think of anything else other than what happened earlier. 

Let me sum it up a bit, Andrew kissed me, he said "that was a little out of hand," but then apologized on his part. 

Did I do something wrong? Is that why he apologized? I still don't know. I thought it was a kind of cheesy, romantic act, although; factors include the whole only meeting yesterday thing. That could be why.

I sighed and scratched my chin before lazily attempting to put on some eyeliner. It came out decent, so I added mascara. I know, I know, he said I didn't have to dress up and I haven't! I would rather not look like a complete slob. 

My phone buzzed, a message popping up over the screen as it temporarily paused my music playlist. I picked it up and swiped across the screen to view it,

From Andrew Hale:

Are you ready to go or do you need to pack some more? I can be by later if that's the case

I thought of making up an excuse to bail, I was looking forward to it- but it may seem a little awkward after the whole kiss-someone-you've-just-met deal. I decided against it.

From Me:

I'm ready if you are, I just need to grab a hoodie!

Once the message was read, I slipped a hoodie over my long sleeved tee, quickly ran a brush through my hair, and gave myself a onceover in the mirror. I didn't look that bad, but I also didn't look that good either. I grabbed an elastic in case I might want to put my hair up.

Within the next fifteen minutes or so, there was a knock echoing from the livingroom. I felt giddy as I opened the door to view an Andrew in basketball shorts and a gray Patriots hoodie. I let the feeling die down before smiling at him and grabbing my keys. We stepped out and I locked the door.

"Nice hoodie," he remarked in his worst British accent, eyes darting up and down me. I nodded, Patriots, what luck. 

"I agree, and yours? Superb!" My words were met with a laugh before he opened up the truck door for me. For him to be such a gentleman was a surprise to me, but then again, I suck at analyzing the behavior of someone I've only just met.

Chase was a different thing. I could tell when he was angry, sad, ticked, happy, etc. Chase was like a brother to me; even though we dated like twice. Big mistakes, they both were. It just ended up getting so awkward and annoying! 

As if you already couldn't tell, I am not good with relationships. It's not that I would want to throw myself around, but whatever relationship I'm in, there are always outside forces that attack the whole deal. I would guess anyway. 

I looked out of the window, watching the city fade into the woods, "You're not gonna take me outside of town, rape me, and kill me are you?" I asked with clear amusement lacing into my tone. 

Andrew took his eyes off of the road for a split second, "Nah, I do want to show you a place that I enjoy camping out at though." 

I turned to face him, "Camping?" He nodded in reply and smiled slightly. 

"There's a river just south of here. It's gorgeous at night. I've already got a tent set up and everything." I eyed him carefully, watching as his hand tightened around the wheel, "Sound good?" 

"Obviously!" I added, clasping my hands together, I'd always loved camping. It was a thing my mom, dad, and I did all the time before everything happened. We could come down in the summer and camp out in just about every state, national, and preservative park there was!