Blank Skies

25

Rebecca

I sink in my seat as Andre continues to drive around, he hasn't spoken a word since we left the restaurant. I watch out my window and cross my arms over my chest. The car comes to a slow stop as we come upon a red light.

He clears his throat and taps the steering wheel, "I'm sorry." I manage to choke out, "Don't." He says stepping on the gas. I close my eyes and turn my body towards the window. I can feel my stomach turning with the little amount of food that I've had today.

I screwed up again, like always it's just a matter of time before it happens again. Andre deserves better than me, yet he always ends up in my bed or vice versa. We have something that people dream their whole lives for and yet I can't be happy. I'm tired of hurting people over and over again for the thousandth time this month.

My family brings out the worst in me, this town brings out the Becca I want to leave behind. I open my eyes and see Andre turning into an empty parking lot. There's nothing around except for the restaurant about forty feet to my right. He parks us in the back corner away from all the lights and the cars.

He turns off the car, I watch as he puts the keys in one of the empty cup holders. He takes off his seatbelt and lays his seat back some, "What are we doing?" I ask and his brown eyes look at me blankly, "We're sitting." He says flatly and I undo my seat belt. I put my purse on the floor board and throw my head back into the seat, "I said I was sorry." He shrugs from beside me, "What do you want me to say?" I sit up and turn my full body to face him.

"I just don't know what you want Andre." He sits up and leans towards me, "I don't want anything Becks." He says and I hold his face in my hands, "I didn't know they would say something like that, I just got so mad." He nods, "It's not your fault, everyone's entitled to their own opinions good or bad. You can't hold that against the little assholes." He cracks a small smile.

I press my lips against his and his hand holds my upper arm. A switch turns in the car and the kiss gets more heated. His hands are pulling me closer, "Damn console." He groans and I climb over to the driver side and straddle his waist. His hands slide up my thighs tugging at my panties, "We can't do this Becks." He says and I sit up pressing my palms flush against his chest.

I pull on his tie and he puts his hands over my hands, "It's against the law." He says and I pull it loose taking it off him, "You're the law." He throws his head to the side and laughs. I take the opportunity to kiss up his neck, "You're going to get us in trouble." He groans as his hand holds my butt over my dress. I run my hands down his chest taking my time to undo each button.

He lets out a throaty laugh, "You can't tell me you haven't thought about me sitting on your lap," I say holding onto the side of his neck, "while the adrenaline pumps through you." I kiss his neck just below his ear, "Baby." He sighs rubbing my thighs. I pull my face up to meet his and his fingers wrap around some of my hair, "Trust me I've thought about doing things to you in this car you wouldn't even believe." He growls making me smile.

"Show me."

****

I hold my shoes in my hand walking in front of Andre, "Just wait until I get you home." He says smacking my butt, "I can't wait." I skip up the steps and open the front door, "Where have-" Kaitlyn asks but stops and covers her mouth, "Is that a hickey?" She gestures to my neck. As an instinct my hand flies to my neck and she laughs, "I love messing with you." She smiles, "You don't have one but he does." She nods her head at him and turns around walking to the kitchen.

I grab Andres hand and pull him up the stairs, "Slow down." He chuckles as I run up the steps. I swing open my bedroom door and see everything like we left it. He closes the door behind him and I let my shoes fall from my hand, "That was fun." I giggle sitting down in front of my suitcase. He pulls out his shirt and begins to take off his belt, "You better be glad that no one pulled in." I roll my eyes and there's a knock on the door, "I'm coming in!" Jack yells opening the door.

He's in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, "A couple of the guys are shooting some and I thought you might wanna come?" I look behind me and see Andre with his hands on his hips, "Yeah that sounds nice." Jack grins ear to ear, "Awesome, meet us downstairs?" Andre nods and Jack closes the door, "I like him." Andre says making me chuckle, "I'm glad."

I pull out some shorts, a shirt and a sports bra, "Dre?" Before I can ask his fingers are already undoing the button, "Thank you." I smile and slip out of the dress and into the other clothes. Andre sits in the desk chair and slides on his sneakers, "You know I really like you without a shirt." I say biting my lip. I hold his shirt in my hands as he stands up, "I don't doubt that." He holds out his hand waiting for me to give him his shirt.

"Give it." He chuckles taking the shirt from me. I open the bedroom door and take my phone from my purse, "Sucker." I say as he walks out sliding behind me, "Oh sorry." He laughs pushing himself onto me as he walks out, I grab my head phones from the bottom of my bag.

This man.

I skip down the steps after him and see Jack and Mark in the living room, "Becca leave the poor guy alone." Jack says playfully, "Kiss my ass." I flick him off and walk into the kitchen, "You look happy." Kaitlyn says opening the fridge. I shrug, "I guess." I say smiling wide, "So what are your plans for tonight?" She asks pouring herself another glass of wine.

I lean forward I into the counter as she sits down at the island, "I was actually thinking about playing." Kate raises her brows, "Really?" She holds her glass in between her fingers, "Yeah it's weird, I kind of miss having a piano in the house." I rub the top of my arm, "I've been craving it." She laughs softly, "You never stop amazing me little sis." I smile tucking hair behind my ear, "I know." I say breathlessly.

I push off the counter and look in the fridge, I take out the wine bottle and grab a glass from above the sink. I pour a significant amount into the glass earning a snicker from Kate, "I can't believe you're a drinker now." I put the bottle into the fridge and raise the glass to my lips, "Oh that reminds me, dad put your violin in the piano room." I smile and grab my phone and headphones, "Rebecca." I hear my moms voice call out and I continue walking into the piano room.

I open the door and the fresh clean smell greets my nose. I walk to the piano and turn on the lamp, the keys are illuminated and the pages become clear. I take a sip from the glass one last time before setting it by the lamp.

I sit on the bench and plug my headphones into my phone. I shove the buds in my ears and flip through some music. I settle on a song and press play turning the volume all the way up. I scoot the bench up and rest my hands on the keys waiting for the perfect time to jump in.

I close my eyes and let my fingers glide on the keys. I begin to sing out the words, good thing the room's sound proofed. Sheesh I'd hate it if someone actually heard me singing. My hips move to the rhythm and I keep singing.