Summer Bites(BOOK 3-Bites series)

Chapter 3

"Seriously dad?" I questioned as we entered our house, "Following me? When did you start?"

"Soon enough to find out about that dress!" he reached for the bag I had and pulled out the beautiful dress I would soon be returning. I breathed a sigh of relief inside, if all he cared about was the dress, he had defiantly not seen Andrew and I kissing.

"Okay dad, I'll return it tomorrow." More like I'll wear it tomorrow, I thought as I grabbed the dress and ran upstairs. The news cast said tomorrow was 72 and sunny. I decided on covering it up with my long white trench coat so I could get past my dad, after all, who would want to waste a dress as amazing as this.

The next morning I woke up to a soft knock on my door, "Who is it?" I asked, my words slurred together.

"Me." Andrew said as he walked into the room.

"Andrew! How'd you get in here?" I said and then quickly rethought my question, "How'd you get past my dad?"

"An apology and donuts." He chuckled, holding up a piece of friend and glazed pastry. I laughed as he pulled me out of bed. "You better get dressed. We have a lot of things planned today."

"Oh and what would that entail?" I asked.

"Well your friend Andrew is taking you to the library to introduce you to a new series of books that he's been dying for you to read, but your boyfriend Andrew is taking you to a movie and then the art museum."

​"I am leaning more towards boyfriend Andrew today." I giggled as he spun me around.

"Ok. Meet me at my house in one hour." he smiled heading for the door.

"One hour?" I exclaimed, "Do you know how much time that gives me to get my hair done?"

"I'm sure you'll manage." He called back. I groaned, sometimes Andrew was just so annoying. At least I already had my clothes picked out. I rushed through everything that I had to do and made it downstairs with fifteen minutes to spare.

"Who, Melody, I hear it's going to be warm today. Are you sure you want to wear that coat?" my father said, stopping me before I could reach the door.

"Yes dad." I couldn't help but smile at his over protectiveness. Then I headed out the door and across the block, my path to Andrew's house when I wanted my dad to know where I was. The emphasis placed on wanted. There were many times when I had headed to the library and mysteriously found my way up to Andrew's house or maybe a party. I know what you're thinking; wow she's such a bad daughter, well actually my dad's just a way over protective father. I smiled at the thought of him letting me go to Andrew house without a shortened curfew for the day.

"Oh and be sure to be back my ten today!" he called out. I stifled a laugh at how well I knew my father and headed toward Andrew's house. Once I got there I shoved my long coat into the purse that I had carried with me. Then I stepped onto his door step and rang his door bell three times. In less than thirty seconds Andrew appeared at the door in jeans and a black ADHD shirt.

He pulled me through the twisted alleys of New York and finally we stopped in front of an old abandoned theatre.

"I hope you like black and white." He joked, buying tickets for the next show.

"Are you kidding? I love black and white movies! They use ketchup as blood!" I gasped as we enter the large theatre. The walls were all painted black and there was a large stage in the front of the square room. My green eyes darted from side to side watching actors hurriedly cross the stage and make last minute costume changes. I yelped in joy and hit Andrew playfully, "This isn't a movie!"

"Ding, ding, ding what do we have for her Johnny?" Andrew smiled rubbing the spot where I had hit him ruefully.

"Then what is it?" I racked my brain for things that I had seen about upcoming plays and nothing came to mind

"What is an advanced showing for the sound of music?" he asked like a game show contestant.

"You didn't" I looked past his cheesy game show jokes. The sound of music was my favorite play.

He held up the two tickets he had purchased and said, "I just did." I smiled and took the two seats closest to the stage just as the play began. When the performance ended Andrew led me to a large art museum in the middle of the city. There we looked at paintings all day but only one stood out the most. Andrew and I were both standing in front of a large picture of a couple holding hands in a dark meadow. Dark because everything was dead and storm clouds were forming over the once blue sky.

The couple in the picture looked exactly like Andrew and I. the girl had lightly tanned skin, daring green eyes, and thick black hair with dark blue highlights. The boy also had green eyes and black hair but his skin was a ghostly shade of grey and his whole silhouette was fading away.

"Who." Andrew said, looking at the picture behind me.

"What do you think it means?" I asked taking three steps backwards so I could hold his hand.

"That we should never go Goth, what do you think it means?" he asked, putting stress on the you.

"Maybe we shouldn't take what we have for granted?' I offered.

"Yeah, maybe." He said and walked over to another picture. I slowly followed him, but my mind was still on the last painting. It screamed something to me, I just couldn't figure out what it was saying. I sighed, forgot about the picture, and carried on with the day. After the art museum we stopped by this large fountain and ate lunch. After that we headed home.

"It's only two!" I whined as Andrew pulled me down the black toward my house. Andrew didn't listed but kept dragging me along until we turned on my street. Andrew and I both stopped dead in out tracks. There, on my door step were our two parted, his mom and my dad, standing and talking. This either meant that we were in trouble, or, oh what the heck we were in trouble. Andrew immediately let go of my hand and I shifted so that the gap between us was about a foot long.

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Oh em g! Wats gonna happen???!