Serious Déjà Vu

Chapter 22 - 26

Chapter 22-The Inevitable.

Clearly at this point, you guys must all be wondering, “What is this Andy guy like?” or “Why Andy?”

The answer in itself is still unknown to me but I can shed some light as to what he is like which will, in the long run, explain everything. I can actually do this now as I’m sitting on a rock in the empty clearing waiting for Andy to arrive and I am bored. It’s been about thirty seconds since Joey left, leaving me all alone and helplessly bored.

For one thing, Andy is timid. He just can’t seem to stand up for himself and therefore can’t say ‘no’ to some of the bad influences. Being from Glaciena, I just hope that no one will offer him drugs or something in Riverview because he could, most likely, become a druggie. Although his incomparable unique and random stupidity can be entertaining, He still cares more about me than any other person I’ve ever seen. This has lead Joey to the conclusion that Andy is in love with me.

I don’t want to disparage anyone by this but I believe there is no such thing as ‘love’ when you’re only just barely fifteen.

Even if Andy really is seventeen.

So, in conclusion, Prince Andeliah Lockhart is a calm, quiet, caring, compassionate and easily swung nerd who is constantly a victim of Fiona and, way before now but has remarkably stopped, getting beaten up by Brandon The Shark who gets his name from the Jaws theme song that his thugs – I mean – friends, Rex and Tex, sing whenever he beats up a nerd like Pasty faced Carl or Nelson, who is in charge of the Chess Clubs ‘away’ games. Seriously, how can a Chess Club have ‘away’ games? Which loser thought that one up?

I hope that Andy’s done with his own ‘movie’. If he is then he might be back to himself and would’ve learnt a valuable lesson about not being so darn blind to not see what is in front of you the whole time.

It is, after all, Basic Movie Logic.

The trees suddenly began to rustle and a figure stumbled out into the clearing. It fell to its knees. A round golden object rolled across the clearing and fell flat at my feet. I looked down at the golden object.

It was a crown.

Andy’s crown?

I quickly picked it up.

“Andy?” I asked cautiously, clutching the golden object against my chest, as I stood up and took a step forward. He was wearing a white and gold prince suit and this time he wore it, thankfully, without tights or the funny cape part. My heart did a little loop-the-loop in my chest.

He looked up. “Err…” A red stain began to flood his face, “…Hi.”

I quickly ran to his side and helped him up.

“Sorry, I was tangled and–“

“You either forgot or dropped your sword?” I finished for him with raised eyebrows. I could smell his aftershave; it was like a mixture of cinnamon and the smell that hangs in the air after a long shower of rain.

Trust him to show up just as I think about him.

The signature guilty smile came as a reply along with, “Dropped, actually.”

I laughed to disguise a flushed face.

“Why don’t we head back that way and pick up your lost rapier?” I asked in a surprisingly sing-song type of voice.

He nods.

I reached up and placed the fallen crown back onto his dark hair.

Merely the scent of rainfall and cinnamon made me lose my balance as I stood on my toes (Yes, He’s that tall.).