My Ruby Red Planet (Short Stack Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Four

I lay in the double bed, almost swimming in the sea of black and tan sheets. I yawned, automatically covering my mouth with my hand and wondered whether everyone was this tired having doing one of the best activities of mankind. The smile that lit up my face was unmoving and there was no one here to witness it. Andy Clemmensen had been the one to put it there and even while I had once sworn to myself I would never let someone else determine my happiness I couldn’t help by let myself enjoy the happiness Andy had given me.

With weak knees I pushed myself closer to the pillows, surrounding my head in their warmth. Another yawn escaped me as I snuggled deeper into Andy’s bed. I wanted to make myself at home here; it wasn’t like I haven’t been here before so it wouldn’t be strange, not at all. My eyes drooped, becoming heavy like I hadn’t slept properly in weeks. I couldn’t let myself fall asleep. Andy would be back any moment with my clothes. What was I supposed to do now? I could just lay here in the warmth and let myself drown in the scent of Andy or I could get up. Looking for my underwear would be a good idea, wherever he had chucked them.

Letting my hands run over the tops of the quilt, I was about to pull myself out of the bed when the sound of voices got louder and heavy footsteps came awfully close to the door. The beat wasn’t Andy’s confident walk nor Shaun’s irregular one that kept time to a preeminent beat he heard in his head. It was heavy like a drummer who kept beat for someone else for hours on end; it was Bradie’s walk getting further down the hall, further away from the main part of the house but closer to Andy’s room. That was the good thing about having timber floors for majority of the house, you could hear people coming. I had sat many countless hours in what was now my room listening to their footsteps. It was funny what became interesting when you were supposed to be doing something that seemed like a chore. I yawned again, trying to keep my eyes open this time so I could anyone coming in. I couldn’t do it, my eyes shut as my mouth opened wide and there was a sound the door.

“Andy are you…” Bradie’s head popped in from around the door.

“Bradie, get out!” I screamed pulling the covers over my head, hoping my underwear wasn’t in clear view.

“What’s going on?” suddenly Andy’s voice was very close, “Dude, don’t just stand there. Move!” I heard the door click shut but didn’t dare look out.

There was a shuffling sound of feet on carpet accompanied by the sound of steady breath for a moment before I relaxed under the sheets. I let the tension realise in my body before another yawn cracked over the surface. Maybe sleep was a good idea.

“Rose, I have your stuff” Andy’s voice was carefully as I felt him sit on the bed.

“Is he gone?” I pulled the sheets down just enough to see over the edge.

“Would I let you come out if he wasn’t?” he laughed as I cautiously pulled the sheets down further, “You probably want these first either way” he gave me my knickers first then a pair of black skinny jeans.

I stepped out of the bed carefully, stepping into the knickers quickly then shoving my legs into the denim. Andy reclined back onto the bed, putting his arms behind his head and rested there while he watched my pull my pants on the way I had watched him. I couldn’t make it anywhere near as interesting for him as he had made it for me and I couldn’t stop blushing, my facing staying a constant hot red the whole time. It was not a pretty look. I couldn’t pull off the red face like some girls could, the red hair kinds of ruined the effect for me. I looked along the ground, looking for my bra, even risked getting awfully close to the bed, within touch distance of Andy to look for it but I couldn’t find the hot pink material anywhere.