Houston, I Think We Got A Problem!

PROBLEM XLV : He Didn't Go To See Andrew

Sorry it’s been so long. But here you go.

PROBLEM XLV | He Didn’t Go To See Andrew

It was a long drive. Houston had driven me out of LakeVille and to another town. I had no idea why. I had asked him but he had not answered. I knew something was bothering him, so much that he couldn't think straight. He was speeding and to a point I liked it, but simultaneously it got me sort of scared.

After a while, we came to a halt in the parking lot of a  Hospital. I went to question him about why we were here by he ship me up with a side glance and said before going in, “Stay here.”

I, of course did the opposite and followed him inside.

The hospital walls had always been intimidating for me. The sterile air and environment was peaceful and chaotic at the same time, quite and loud simultaneously. Lingering, pressing my back into the wall, holding my breath whenever I got too close for Houston to literally feel my presence, I followed him and ended up in front of a room with the door closed shut.

I lingered back behind the wall waiting for Houston to leave the room. After a while, I saw Houston leaving the room. Exhaling a breath, I slipped out from behind the wall, Need to do this Clover. I quietly turned the cold knob of the door, hearing the clicking of it, I peeked it open and—

“Clover!”

I jumped, feeling my heart start to palpitate inside my chest. I turned with a hand on my heart, “Cassandra Trey Wills! Don’t scare me like that!”

“It’s Sandra. And are you here for Andrew?”

“Andrew? Um, yes…Is he okay?” I asked suddenly worried for the little boy. Sandra pushed open the door fully and stalked inside, “Andrew? The little minx is happy, he gets his ice-cream after this. Did you come with Houston?”

Crap.

“Uh, Cassandra I have to go. Please never tell Houston I was here.” I turned, ready to dash out of the room only to go straight bumping into a green eyed boy who had specifically told me to keep put in his car. I peeked a look at his face which was stoic, not good. I gave a sheepish smile, “Sandra uh, saw me in the car and brought me here...”  I lied, screwing my eyes shut, hoping Sandra wouldn’t give me away.

“You did?” Houston asked, quirking an eyebrow at Sandra, folding his arms over his chest. I gave Sandra a small, nervous smile which in turn earned me a glare in return. But thankfully, she proceeded with my lie.

Houston bid his goodbyes, along with mine before dragging me outside and back into the car. At this point I was brimming with questions that I didn't know if I was going to get answers to.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to see Andrew? And why did you tell me to keep put here?”

“I thought you didn’t like hospitals,” He shrugged.

“I don’t,” I confirmed. “But I would still gladly go inside one if I had to.”

“But you didn’t have to. I told you not to and you went in behind my back.”

“Don’t twist this on me! You knew I would go if you told me not to! You knew it. I know you did! So don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying Clover. I didn’t know you would go in. If I did I would've never told you to sit put. I did not want you in there. Okay?”

“Why not?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“And you’re realizing this only now? Do you even know me?”

Houston shook his head, he was frustrated. I could see his knuckles tightening and turning white on the wheel as he drove. “We can talk about his later.”

“No. I want to talk now. Pull over.”

Houston didn’t pull over. Infact, he ignored me. So I did something no sane person would’ve done. I pulled his hand off of the wheel. I screamed, he screamed and then he finally pulled over, breathing heavily. “Have you fucking lost it? We could’ve died!” He snapped.

“You’ve lost it!” I snapped back. “You’re lying. You made me a promise not an hour ago and you are ready breaking it! Is it because you believe that promises are made to be broken? Because I happen to very much believe in keeping promises for a lifetime if I have to. So don’t you go lying to me because I will not have it.”

“Why are you so sure of me lying?”

“Because.” I said through gritted teeth. “It’s written over your face.” I exhaled briefly. “I mean, do I look stupid to you? Houston, you just left one of the most important matches in halftime...A game that you love more than anything...one that could get you a scholarship! You just left it. And you’re here, in a hospital, to see someone who I obviously don’t know—” Houston opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. “Because I sure as hell know it was not Andrew. You would’ve never told me to stay put if it were. So like I said, don’t go lying to me because I will not have it.”

Houston sighed heavily, “You’re right. I didn’t go to see Andrew.” He said, giving me his back. He lent on the hood of his car, his shoulders sagged and head casted down. Silence lapsed for a minute and I wasn’t sure what to say next.

Houston sighed again, “Come on, get in. I’ll drive you home.”

“What?” I asked, confused and suddenly infuriated. “Are you seriously going to leave this at that?”

“What do you want me to say? I told you, I didn’t go to see Andrew! What—”

“Then why the hell did you go?”

“I had some things to do. Don’t ask me what, I can’t tell you yet...” He grabbed a hold of my hand. “I love you HoneyCakes, but there are some things that I can’t tell you yet. I will tell you...you will just have to wait. And if you can’t do that, then maybe all of this was a mistake. Maybe we shouldn’t have—”

I felt warmth coursing through me, tingles initiating from my lips, traveling to every inch ofy body. I’d pressed my lips to his before he could complete that obnoxious and stupid sentence. “I hope you’re not planning on completing that sentence or I will kill you. Bring you back to life and slap the crap out of you.” My hands creeped up his chest, and slowly around his neck. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his beating heart close to me. “I can wait. I’m just really really 10x worried. You just gave up on a potential scholarship. I know you wanted it, you love playing the game Houston. I’m just worried.”

“I will tell you,” He whispered in my ear and placed a kiss on my temple. “I just need time.”

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