Partners In Crime ~ S.M ~

Chapter 2

Shawn's POV:
''Should I or should I not follow her?'' I asked myself still being so curious about Andrea. I looked out from the cafeteria window and watched her leave, walking through the street, then forward and disappearing. I watched her vanilla latte being left on the table, barely touched. She didn't even drink it up. What could be that important that made her leave? I slurped in what was left from my milkshake and left the money on the table as usual. Then, I left the café and decided to head towards Andrea's position. Not that I even had a clue where she was heading, even though she could probably actually just be heading home. But everything she always did in such a mysterious way. Mostly because she knew how it drove me crazy.

''Okay Shawn, if she's not telling me what she's up to I will find out myself'', I said to myself, again. Sometimes I catch myself talking to myself like I'm two persons. Andrea always makes fun of it and thinks I weird. Maybe I am, but I take it as a compliment.

I started to walk the exact same direction as she walked in. After a while of walking towards something I didn't know what it was I think I got lost. I ended up at some weird place with sketchy buildings. I looked around the place I ended up at and didn't see anything familiar. Great, now I need to call an Uber to get home because I'm lost. Maybe that's one of the points of why Andrea doesn't let me in, I'm not as smart as her. Probably the only way to find out something she's not telling anyone about is to wait until she tells it herself.

Andrea's POV:
6 pm and I'm at home in my bedroom. I lay down in my bed, stare at the ceiling and think for a while. Remembering that today is the 10th anniversary of my dad's death and only a day left until I turn 18. Normally like a usual human being, I should probably be excited but honestly, I can't feel the smallest excitement in my body. Not when dad's not gonna be able to be here and celebrate with me. I know that it is not his fault that he passed away but sometimes I can't stop thinking about how different and better my life would be if he would still be alive.

I turn my head to the right and look over at my desk. It's standing in front of the window as a car drives by and its lights illuminate my desk. I suddenly remember another thing and start to dig through my desk until I find the notebook me and my dad made. I take it out and slowly caress its cover. On top of it says ''Andrea's and Dad's top 10 places to go in America''. I open it up and flip through its pages. Then I smile and almost take this as a sign. Me and dad made this book together because since I was little I always wanted to see more of the world but as a family, we never traveled. Also through books and movies, I've seen how many different and beautiful places there are in the world and got fascinated about it. So me and dad made this book due to us at my 18th birthday go to these top 10 places.

Then I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

''Hey honey'', my mom's head pops out in between the door and the wall. ''I was just wondering if you had any plans for your birthday?''

''I don't know, I'll probably just hang out with some friends but I haven't really planned anything,'' I say as I then slowly shove the notebook under my blanket.

It's not that my mom doesn't know about this plan me and my dad had for my birthday but as well as I know my mom she would probably wanna go with me to this places. Which I honestly would love to but I also kind of want this places to still be something between me and my dad and something we created together. Which kind of would ruin the meaning behind it. It maybe sounds a little selfish but it would just feel wrong to go with someone else instead of him.

''Okay that sounds fun. I was just thinking about us going out for a dinner in town with your brother.'' 

''Yeah, that sounds good,'' I smiled. ''A dinner together would be great,'' I added and felt pretty pleased with us eating out together tomorrow. It's been a while since we've done something together as a family and it's pretty sad actually because I really enjoy when we are doing things together.

''Great, I'm gonna go to bed now so goodnight honey.''

''Goodnight, mom,'' I said and she closed the door. 

I pulled up the notebook from under my blankets and stared at it for a while, flipped through the pages and then fell asleep.