"I've missed being alone with you." Andy muttered as he nuzzled my neck in the backseat of the cab.
I giggled, turning my head to kiss him full on the lips.
He pulled me up on his lap, smiling at me. I layed my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. I loved him. I felt the cab lurch to a stop, and opened my eyes as Andy sat me on the ground and paid the man. He grabbed our suitcases as I ran up the stone steps and opened the door. I'd missed this house. I'd missed waking up in the morning and sitting with Andy as he rubbed my back or kissed my neck. I giggled as I realized that this was my first time in this house as a non-virgin.
It was true that I'd lost my virginity to Andy. Very early on during the tour we'd just got back from. After that, we'd fooled around quite a lot.
I plopped down on the couch and sighed. I was tired. Laying my head down on a black and white throw pillow, I closed my eyes.
The dream I had was crazy.
I dreamed that I was on a bus. Not a normal bus, but a touring bus. I was sitting on the edge of a bunk. I jumped down and started walking towards the front of the bus, searching for someone, anyone. When I reached the front of the bus, I noticed that the bus was moving, but there was no driver.
I knew right away that I should probably grab the wheel or something, but I couldn't. I stared out the front window, as the pavement in front of me slowing faded to a dark red color.
The bus stopped, and I stepped off quickly, looking around. I didn't recognize the scenery. I walked in front of the bus and on to the dark red pavement, walking forward.
I began seeing bodies, twisted and deformed, covered with blood.
What the hell.
I walked closer to the bodies, noticing the familiar faces of my family. I saw my aunts, my uncles, my grandparents. As I continued to walk, I caught a glimpse of two trees, right in the road, with something hanging from them. I started running, getting closer with every second.
When I was close enough, I screamed out, covering my mouth with my hands. Hanging from the trees, were my parents.
I felt my body jolt up as I woke, gasping. I was covered in sweat. I stood up, walking shakily to mine and Andy's bedroom. Andy was unpacking his suitcase.
He glanced up at me. "Hey, baby."
I forced a fake smile. "Are there any bags you haven't unpacked yet?"
"There's one in the bathroom. But I can unpack it. You go relax."
"No, no." I said, shaking my head. "I'll do it."
I walked slowly into the bathroom, pulling the small black duffel bag up on to the counter. I pulled out Andy's shower gel, popping open the cap and smelling it. I'd always hated that stuff, it was too strong.
After putting away most of the things from the bag, I pulled out a nearly full box of tampons. When had I last had my period? I counted back through the weeks and weeks of touring.
Three months.
How had I not noticed? I put away the box of tampons and finished unpacking the bag. I walked out of the bathroom, and stood at the door of our bedroom, waiting as Andy looked up and saw me.
"I'm going to the store. I'll be back in about an hour, okay?"
He nodded, running over to kiss my head before going back to unpacking.
I walked out the door and made my way down the sidewalk. The store was only a few blocks away, and I wanted to walk. I felt my self grow very nervous as I made my way there.
