Forever Infinite

Black Lacey Bras

We entered the empty house in silence, Andrew following my trail. I had a feeling I was going to regret this invitation. Dropping my bag onto the staircase, I proceeded towards the kitchen. 

"There's snacks in the pantry, and drinks in the fridge," I said as I head towards the basement door. 

"Where are you going?" he asked, rampaging through the cabinet doors. 

"To do laundry, and then I need to change," I said. "Try not to make a mess." 

"Sweetheart, you underestimate me too much," he said with a wink. I find myself rolling my eyes, and heading towards the basement. 

I threw the towels into the drying machine, and turned it on. I started heading towards the stairs, when I suddenly heard a loud crash. I started running towards the kitchen to see what happened. 

"What happened??" I exclaimed as I ran to the kitchen. I stopped in front of Andrew, who I found on the floor, crouched. There were bits of a broken bowl scattered across the floor, along with chips. I found myself gaping at the scene in front of me. 

"I can explain!" Andrew exclaimed, quickly scrambling up.  "I was trying to open the chip packet, but it wasn't opening. Then, with my incredible hulk strength, I ripped it open and my elbow accidentally hit the bowl off the edge ... I'm sorry."

"That was my mom's salad bowl!" I said, very tiredly. I could only imagine what her reaction will be when she notices. 

"I can buy her another one?" 

"No, no it's fine." I said, walking past him to get the dust pan. 

"Let me help you," he said, grabbing a broom from the storage closet. He sweeps the kitchen floor carefully, making sure not to miss a piece or a chip. I then swept the pile into the dust pan, and threw it out into the garbage. 

"Ok, no more leaving you by yourself," I said as I brought out another bowl, this one being plastic. 

"Aren't you going to go change?" he asked, barley looking at me, but more towards the chips he was devouring. 

"Later, I'm not leaving you by yourself," I said, stealing some chips. 

"You're going to get a cold," he states.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No, I'm just saying," he said. "Plus, I could go up with you and watch you change..."

"You're such a man whore," I said, rolling my eyes at his comment. "Look, just sit here and don't move."

I get up from the kitchen stool, and make my way upstairs to my room. I close the door behind me, making sure Andrew didn't follow me. I went to my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of ripped jeans, and a red velvet cropped tank top. 

As I pulled my clothes off, a silent blush crept over me. The fact that Andrew McMaster is downstairs, in my house. Most girls would kill to be in my shoes right now. How did this boy enter my life? More like, why is he trying to make such an effort in staying in my life? Can he really be that shallow to want me to be another pawn in his little game?

I decided to touch up my hair and makeup, because I looked like a disaster. Andrew must have noticed, yet he never said anything. Whatever.

As I finished up, I noticed it was almost 6PM. How did so much time pass by? As I got up, I paused in my spot. I could hear the floor board creaking, as if someone were to be walking by. I grabbed my hairdryer, and tiptoed towards the door. 

Is it Andrew? I thought I told that moron to stay put? He probably just wanted to see if I was changing so he could "catch a show".

I rolled my eyes at that possibility. It seemed like something he would do anyway.