Promise the stars

Me and my broken heart

S.O.T.D: ME AND MY BROKEN HEART BY RIXTON (LOVE THIS SONG SOO MUCH!)

VERY VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS CHAPTER, I CAN'T EVEN CONTAIN IT :)

I couldn't sleep.

Despite the rhythmic sound of Ethan's soft murmurings and the beat of his heart under my ear; I could not, for the life of me, fall asleep. You know that feeling you get when you sleep in a bed that isn't yours? That was how I was feeling and it was weird. I often stayed at hotels and my friends' house for days at a time due to my parents' insane schedules but this time it felt different. Wrong.

"Where are you going?" I heard Ethan's soft voice as I tried to maneuver out of his arms.

"Can't sleep" I shrugged slipping away, "Might catch a late episode of futurama"

He grinned sleepily, "Cool"

Never would I tell him that cartoons were for children and cartoons made for adults were even stupider. For some reason, I felt icky and confused and mad and....hurt. Padding gently into the living room, I turned on my favorite show thanking God they were doing a rerun.

"I've never really liked Kim"

I didn't bat an eyelash as the voice spoke. I just snuggled deeper into the couch cushions.

"I mean yeah, she's hot but have you seen her cry? I would burst out laughing and that...that would be bad" I heard the slight grin in his voice and ignored him again.

"Harper" Andrew shook his head and leaned against the doorframe that separated the hallway and living room/sitting area.

"Are you deaf? Kourtney is admitting to Scott that she has trouble letting go of her control and that she sometimes comes across as cold because she's an independent person. This demands attention, it's quality television" I snapped rolling my eyes at his bare chest and flannel pajama bottoms. I knew that looking for too long would allow a blush to appear and I wasn't prepared for that.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked me softly running a hand through his dark hair.

"No"

"Harper, you're mad" He crossed his arms over his chest and played with his hair some more; pulling the front up like most boys did.

"You're Andrew Gold, why do you care?" I grimaced at how soft my voice sounded. I was supposed to sound mean, condescending, and vindictive; you know, like I normally did. What was Cali doing to me?

"I'm not a monster, you know" He gave me a small smile and I clenched my jaw, willing my mouth to stay in place, "Can we talk?"

"Talk? You wanna talk?" I laughed icily and muted the tv turning my full attention to me, "You wanna talk about the way you kissed me and then, after I stupidly basked in it, you told me to never speak of it again?"

I noticed his face drop at my harsh tone and I smiled, "I don't think we have anything to talk about"

"I didn't do that to be mean" He looked pained. As if the very thought of me thinking he was a jerk, upset him.

"Oh, so you did it to be the nice, caring guy you normally are? My mistake Andy"

"Don't call me Andy" Was his reply.

"Andy" I whispered taking satisfaction in the way his voice hardened.

"Andy" I said again standing up and throwing my arms out grandly, "Andy"

"AN-FREAKIN-DY!" I yelled probably looking like an animal. He motioned for me to quiet down and my eyes widened in surprise, "Really? That's what you're worried about, me staying quiet?"