Falling For You

-XXIX-

How is a person so pretty? 😍

Sorry not much happens in this chapter. Also as I have no experience in the mechanic field I have no clue what you do to winterize motorcycles. 

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Harley 

Sliding the cloth back and forth the wax slowly disappears leaving a nice shine. I peer over at Drew and internally chuckle when I see his tongue sticking out in concentration. 

As the weather is getting colder we're cleaning up and fixing the bikes with our dads. A tradition that we've held for many years. 

Stepping back from my bike I study it looking for a dirty spot on the black finish. 

Standing beside me with his arms crossed my father copies me. "Missed a spot." He taps a finger beside a blotchy wax mark that I somehow managed to miss. 

When I'm satisfied with the waxing I toss the dirtied washcloth to the side. Just as I'm about to check the brakes my phone vibrates in my pocket. Sliding it out I read who texted me. 

Cody: Yo I'm super bored whatcha doing 

Rolling my eyes I quickly type up response. 

Harley: winterizing the bike 

Resting my phone beside me on the garage cement floor I multitask and tighten the brakes. I turn the wrench a few times before another message is sent. 

Cody: ooh fun

Cody: I'm stuck at home with Laney 'cause our babysitter is sick 

Harley: aww poor Laney is stuck with you

"Who are you texting?" I glance up at Drew's tall form looming over me. 

"Cody." I mutter quietly knowing he'll blow a gasket. 

He sighs deeply unimpressed. "Why are you texting him?" 

"Because he texted me," I say. 

"Well then don't answer him." 

"No! He's my friend I'm not going to cut him off. He's been genuinely nice to me." 

He just shakes his head and walks back to his spotless bike propped across from mine. 

Cody: she's forcing me to watch the same episode of my little pony for hours

I laugh imagining Cody on a couch beside his sister watching the show. 

Harley: oh no is it hurting your man pride 

Once I'm done with the wrench I stand up and put it in the giant toolbox my father has. It seems Cody is occupied as he hasn't opened my message yet.  

A couple hours later we're all finished fixing and tuning our freshly cleaned bikes. Drew's father Scott accepts my dad's invitation to stay for a beer so Drew and I leave them to talk. 

Opening my bedroom door I kick a few stray clothes out of the way. 

Drew makes a tutting sound behind me. "Such a mess Harley," he shakes his head to add to the sarcastic gesture. 

I scoff. "Yeah well, not everyone's a neat freak like you." I climb onto my semi made bed with my laptop in front of me. 

"Are you calling me a freak?" He questions with faux offence. 

"Maybe," I grin cheekily at his pouting face. 

Slowly walking over he sits next to me on the bed with his crazy long legs extended. When I look over at him I can't hold in the laugh as he tries to remain serious with his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Oh no is Andrew sad?" I tease ruffling his hair to bug him. Ever since our first grade of high school he would get mad at anyone for messing up his hair. 

"You're so mean." He whines exasperated. Uncrossing his arms he falls sideways so his head is on my lap. 

Absentmindedly combing my fingers through his soft brown hair- which weirdly he likes, I swear he's a dog- I press play on stranger things. We only have two episode left to watch. 

As the show starts up I find myself getting distracted. Playing with Drew's hair I find myself listening to his shallow breathing instead of Eleven and the gang. His hair is long enough for me to be able to curl around my finger but still short enough that it doesn't fall in his eyes. 

"Are you asleep?" I ask as his breathing has slowed considerably. 

"Almost." He mumbles tiredly sounding adorable. 

Wait, what?! 

Something must be messing with my head, why would I find him adorable? 

The vibration of my phone interrupts my confusing and weird thoughts. 

Cody: YES IT IS SEVERELY DAMAGING IT 

He says referring to my comment on his man pride. 

Cody: sorry laney also wanted to bake cookies 

Harley: you can bake?

I chuckle lightly when Drew's arm is patting around the bed, and eventually my stomach trying to find my hand. I put my hand out for him to take which he does immediately bringing it to his head again. See? A dog. 

Feeling rather tired myself I decide to just pause the show as neither of us are actually watching. Carefully leaning over Drew's head I pick up my laptop and put it on my night stand. Setting my phone on do not disturb I rest that on top of my computer. 

Looking at Drew  it's an interesting sight seeing an almost fully grown man tightly curled up, hugging my legs. When I attempt to move his head off of me he let's out a noise in protest, tightening his grip instead. 

"Drew?" I pat his head gently. 

"Hmm," he hums quietly. 

"Let me move my legs." When he's tired his age drops a few years and he acts like a clingy seven year old. Which sometimes can be endearing. 

Slowly but surely he lets go so I quickly move my legs sliding down the bed more. What surprises me is almost right away Drew wraps his arms around my top half instead, pulling my body closer to his large warm one. I find my body relaxing with the contact of our bodies, even though the arm draped over me feels like it weighs fifty pounds. 

Sure enough the tiredness starts to win over as I subconsciously shuffle closer to the source emitting body heat. As his head is level with my neck when he sighs in content it tickles my skin. Even though we're both lying on top of the blankets and not under, I've never been comfier or warmer.