Those Bloody Tears

Chapter Sixteen

            After what seemed like an eternity I was granted permission to return back to the rehab center to pick up Andy. Nerves ate away at my stomach the entire drive to the center. Concern and a little touch of guilt, made me wonder if Andy even wanted to see me. The last time I we were together I was punching out his dumm (stupid)  little boyfriend. Needless to say the walk up was very intimidating.

“I’m here to pick up Andy Ciprano,” I said to the receptionist.

            “He should be ready in a few minutes you can wait right over there for him,” she said and directed me to the waiting area off to the side.

              She wasn’t the usual receptionist I dealt with so I opted out of nervous chatter and took a seat and flipped through a music magazine. I saw my face plastered across a two-page spread and a story about our rise to fame. It was an older magazine obviously, when Axel and I were first together. In the pictures we were all over each other, in the honey moon phase still. The little snippets of the interview scattered through the spread were all quotes of me talking about how I couldn’t have done it without my band and especially Axel. One section I went on and on neither confirming nor denying whether Axel and I were a couple. Although, it was blatantly obvious, any hormonal fangirl with half an ovary could tell that we were together, but Axel wanted to be aloof. He thought bringing attention to our relationship would surely end it.

Gott, what am I going to tell Andy? I hadn’t thought about it much, but Axel and I were still hooking up and I hadn’t thought of a way to end it yet. Maybe I could keep it a secret. Or maybe it would be a good thing. Andy did have another little boyfriend last time I saw him.

           My thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. My head snapped up and my eyes were greeted with a slightly p***** Andy. The Sicilian boy had his arms folded across his chest and an expectant look on his face. A lump lodged itself in my throat and I struggled to swallow it so I could speak.

            “Are you taking me home or what?” he asked in a flat tone, keeping his arms tightly crossed.

            Throwing caution to the wind I jumped up out of my seat and wrapped him up in as much of a bear hug as I could manage. He was stiff at first, he just let his arms fall to his side, but then he wrapped them around me and buried his head in my chest. I sighed making a rumbly purr sound in my chest. He snuggled closer to me and I took the opportunity to bend down slightly and take in his scent.

           “Luke was a jerk,” he mumbled.

            I couldn’t help but smirk at me being right, but I was also p***** that I was right. By the tone of his voice I could tell that he had probably burned my precious Andykins and that would not do.

            I pushed him back slightly so I could look down at him and asked “I’m sorry, what did the dusche do?” in a comforting tone. Very carefully, I kept the anger out of my voice. It wasn’t the appropriate time.

             Andy bit his lip and kept his head low. “The minute you left he started talking trash about you, well as soon as he was cleaned up. He told me I was stupid for having you in my life and that made me really mad. I tried defending you, but he wouldn’t listen he called me a lot of names and got up in my face before Janisha pulled him away.”

            “You didn’t have to defend me, but you are certainly not an idiot, for that any way,” I said teasingly. I decided not to focus on the d*** and just focus on Andy. I pulled him into another hug and tried sliding my hand down to his a**.

         “Hey!” he protested biting at my ear.

          I chuckled at how much more lively he seemed to be. Even though I wasn’t a fan of psychotherapy, psychology, or psychiatry, I could tell that being summited to all that had done him a world of good. It seemed like he had even gotten an upgrade in self-confidence. Although, I shouldn’t be surprised, he used to hate his body and now he had learned to at least accept it.