Fall For You

Craving You

Every time we have to say goodbye
I'm counting down until we say hello
Every touch is like the strongest drug
I don't know how much longer I can go

I never had something that I can't walk away from
But, girl, my self-control's so paralyzed
When it comes to you, no, I ain't got no patience
There's something 'bout you girl I just can't fight

You're like that cigarette
That shot of 100 proof
No matter how much I get
I'm always craving
That feeling when we kiss
The way your body moves
No matter how much I get
I'm always craving you
Craving you

-Craving You by Thomas Rhett

By Sunday morning Derek was completely healed so I decided it was a good idea to go and finally see Scott. My anger at the boy had diminished to irritation. I stopped at the phone store on the way to pick up his new cell phone.

As I got to the house I noticed Mellissa's car in the driveway. I found my sister at the kitchen island drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. She looked up as I entered.

"Figured you would have stopped over sooner." She states taking a sip of the coffee. I shrugged.

"I knew he was physically okay. Had some stuff I had to deal with." I told her taking a seat across from her.

"Like the fact that your boyfriend tried to kill my son." She quipped. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah I'm not buying that story." She quirked an eyebrow.

"Scott said that's who it was."

"Yeah, but he wasn't a hundred percent sure. Derek could've been there for a completely different reason. I've known him my whole life Mel. Until there's hard evidence that it was him I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Innocent until proven guilty and all that Jazz." She glared at me.

"Scott is your nephew for God's sake!"

"Yeah and he's also a teenager that was scared out of his fucking mind. Fear makes you think stupid shit." She scowled at me.

"Do you know where he is?"

"No if I did, I'd report him. I'm not saying I'd harbor his fugitive ass. I'm just saying I don't think it was him." I told her angrily. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"You have shitty taste in men." She told me. I smirked.

"Bad boys are better in bed." She scoffed.

"Why are you like this?"

"It's all part of my charm big sis." She rolled her eyes and waved her hand towards the door.

"Scott's in his room. He's barely come out since Friday night." I nodded and took off to find him.

His bedroom door was shut when I approached and I paused to knock on the door. I waited a moment and after receiving no answer I went in anyway. Scott was laying on the middle of his bed just staring blankly at the ceiling. He didn't even glance at me as I entered. I climbed onto the bed and laid down next to him and looked up to the ceiling.

"What's so interesting up there?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing." He mumbled out in response.

"What's got you down, Scottie boy?" I asked looking towards him. He turned to look at me and my heart clenched at the depressed look on his face.

"Allison broke up with me." He said softly. I refrained from smiling at that.

"I'm sorry kid. You wanna talk about it?"