The Perfect Man For The Perfect Woman

chapter 19

January 1,2017

When we get back to the house, we just disappear into our rooms. Everyone is too tired to sit around. Andrew is asleep immediately his head touches the pillow, he doesn't even change his clothes.Unlike me who can't sleep in a gown, maybe I can but I haven't tried it before and I'm not looking forward to trying it right now.

I'm not as tired as the rest of the group, partly because Jonathan isn't leaving my head. I need to talk to him. I enter into the bathroom and start filling the bathtub with warm water and pour my vanilla scented soap into it. Then I go back to the room to stare at a sleeping Andrew, no gaze not stare, I'm being creepy? I know, but haven't you ever had that moment where you have something good and can't blink because it will go away?

I soak in the tub for a while and stare at the soap bubbles while thinking. When I get out I put on shorts and a tank top and throw on Andrew's huge woolen sweater. It smells like him. Then I go downstairs for milk or tea. I don't know, anything to help me sleep.

"I thought every one was asleep," I turn to the voice.

"I just came for something to help me sleep," I tell Jonathan.

He taps the space beside him. I take a moment to decide and sit beside him.

"Can't sleep either?" I ask.

He shakes his head, no.

"You want to talk about tonight, right?" He says. "I meant every word but I know I won't get my chance, I lost it"

"I'm sorry,"

"Can we just sit here? No talking"

"Okay," I place my head on his shoulder. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"You were sitting in front of your locker in blue jeans and a stripped sweater, blue and white, you hair around your face and you were trying to read so you put it behind your ear. I had just come out from detention and saw you make the movement. Your mom was yet to pick you up and I said hi so you looked up and said hi back. Then your mom called and you left"

"I didn't save you, Jonathan. I couldn't even save myself back then. I was sitting alone because Tiff wasn't there and I wanted to disappear. My mom was still feeling the loss of my dad and Paige, she was hurting as much as we were"

"So I was a distraction then?"

"No, you were exactly what I needed at the time"

"But not now" I don't answer.

I'm so sleepy now, my eyelids are starting to droop. I should probably get back to my room.

Jonathan says something but I don't really hear it so I just say okay and doze off.

"London," Andrew calls. "Are you down here?"

His voice brings me out of my sleep. I rub my eyes and realize it's morning and I'm lying on— Jonathan? Oh shit! I jump up and meet Andrew at the end of the stairs.

"London I've been looking for you"

"I'm fine, I just slept down here"

I hear some ruffling noise but I refuse to turn. I haven't done anything wrong.

"With Jonathan?"

"It's not like that"

"You have got to be kidding me" He starts raising his voice. He never shouts,especially at me.

"Hey, she did nothing wrong" Nathan says.

"Of course you have to be here," Andrew says. "I am sick and tired of you, I have tried to play nice but I'm done"