Chapter 9

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I go in there to see Jackson cooking breakfast. He notices me right away and gives me his signature smirk.
"I...uh... I had to go out and get some more stuff for pancakes." He looks down a little and he touches his shoulder shyly. It is kinda cute when he is like this.
"How long?" He seemed confused. I glance at the now burning pancakes. "How long will it take you to realize you burnt them?" He looks at them and instantly turns the oven off.
"Oops... well, who's up for waffle house?!" I laugh a little and shake my head.
"Just get me some cherry Sprite from there. Extra cherry and no ice. I can make us some special stuff." He tilts his head to the side.
"What do you mean by special stuff?" I can't help but smile.
"You'll see!" I almost forgot about What happened but then it all comes running back to me. Tears slip down my face. My eyes are never gonna stop being red and puffy at this rate. Jackson seems to notice that I need some alone time so he quietly slips away. I turn on the radio and blast it really loud so I can't hear myself cry. I flashback to another time with Andrew.
"Baby, I'll always love you. You know that right?" I nod my head and kiss him. He kisses me back but more passionately then he slips his hand down my shorts. I grab his hand and yank it out.
"No! Not yet!" He sighs heavily.
"When are gonna let me have you?" I look down at the floor and try to get up. Before I can, he snatches me back and sets me in his lap. I've never felt comfortable with this but I always pretended that I did.
"I love you. You'll always stay with me, right? You'll marry me, won't you?"
He smiles and kisses me instead of answering.
The memory burns up and the reality comes back to haunt. I look outside to see it's beginning to rain. What did I do wrong? Before I know it the waffles are done and I put then in the microwave. I lost my appetite so I go outside to cry in the rain. I don't care if I get sick anymore. I thought nothing could go wrong and here I am, broken hearted. Andrew, am sorry I let you down...
A car pulls up and my cold and drowsiness over comes me.

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