A Week With Andrea

Chapter 9

              I guess you could say I was an insomniac, or I just had too many thought and I couldn't wait 'til morning to actually fi them. I let my emotions become the boss when it comes to late night decisions and regret it sooner or later.

I couldn't remember why we fought, but for some reason we did. It was blurry but I think she told me that I was leaving and I had to leave for good. No more games. Just leave.

And I might have suggested her to forget me cause I didn't want her to get hurt when I go. Well I'm assuming she would get hurt, Im not sure if she will.

heather: can you forget me? like for good.

andrea: i could try, but you know i wont do that. maybe even if i wanted to i can't

heather: not even for awhile? Like get a drink and shove it down you fuck ass throat and let it live in your system.

andrea: i cant heather, but if you want me to then i'll do it. Do you want me to?

        I thought about that long enough. My mid had the most rational of answers. Forget one another and live a new life as if none of you have existed at all. But my heart was in control at 1 am. And it said I didn't want to.

It spoke the truth.

heather: i don't want you to.

I think we started to fight that time. i couldn't remember cause my brain wasn't functioning at the moment. My head was elsewhere on vacation probably. It was just me, my heart and the rest of my internal organs at work. And all these parts are arguing with Ea.

Somehow we cooled off and I was in the bathroom, sitting on the cold hard ground with the iPad on top of the toilet seat.

I started sending voice messages.

             From what I could remember from the top of my head, I was talking about how I met her and how we became friends. Honestly it was the most impossible things in the world cause sometimes I'd sit and wonder why we actually became friends. I wouldn't be able to answer that. But at the moment I remembered us being in the guitar club with Allia. And how Ms. Zafra, our club moderator, told us to be quiet. In a room full of guitarists, how do you expect to be quiet?
I remembered well that Mr. Zafra looked strikingly close to Abu from Aladin ( the monkey ) and the guy who broke both his arms from the movie Grown Ups. I swear to god he did look both of them.
      
             I also remembered that back then, I hated her. I was stupid. Well I still am, but back then I judged her even when I didn't know her all because of a darn fight between her and Alexa. I probably told her this already but I just wanted to explain again.

I didn't know you back then and maybe if I did I wouldn't have agreed with everything Alexa had told me. I regret my decisions and yeah, I didn't bother listening to the other side of the story.

But I wonder if I did, would we be friends? Or would you just have fixed whatever you and alexa had?