Lost And Found

Chapter 22: Kisses

Andromeda:

With his hand, Andrew used his finger and traced different images on the side of my arm, my head resting on the pillow. My eyes opened, staring at the thin, gray fabric that suited as a wall. The tent was hot, surprising me, seeing how cold it was in the day time. Blankets had been kicked off, my body becoming hot and sticky from sweat, almost tempted to unzip the 'door' of the tent. I couldn't sleep, not after the fight I had with my mother, the one that got me kicked out of the apartment; her never wanting to see my face again.

I had lied to her, losing her trust in me. Even after I had told her the truth it just didn't seem like enough, but, she wasn't just mad at me. When I told her the truth - leaving out a few details - it was like all she heard was Drew's name, probably thinking I had run off with him and we were going to join the circus.

Never mind that I had lied to her, all that mattered was that she didn't want grandchildren, well not at this exact moment. She didn't want me wasting my life, getting lead around by "some dyed blonde haired idiot".

I would have never guess that I had just met this lady like three months ago and all of a sudden she gets to be my mother, well its a little to late for that. Seventeen years if I'm doing the math correctly. My eighteenth birthday is just around the corner, so even if she wanted me to stay she couldn't, because in just three days it'll be my birthday. Oh, the joy.

"Beauty, whatcha thinking about?" I hear Drew ask. I turn my body around, facing him.

"Nothing much, just my birthday." It wasn't a lie, it's just the thought of my eighteenth birthday came after all the horrible stuff appeared in my head about my mother kicking me out.

"It as only 5:00am, and you still stink at lying," he mumbles, a small smile on his face as he looks at me. I sit up slightly, resting the palm of my hand on the tent floor, keeping me steady as my mouth hangs open.

I wave a finger at him, glaring, annoyed that he had said such words.

"Your delirious, I do not stink at lying," I state, my eyes locked on his. I could see him roll his eyes before they close. Oh, I could only imagine the ways I was going to kill him.

"Fine, if I'm delirious, then you suck at lying," he tells me, crossing his arms as he lays flat down on his back, moving strands of blonde hair out of his face.

"Your a meanie!" I proclaim, moving my head to the side, not looking at him. I hear him chuckle, movement heard behind me and then suddenly I'm getting pulled back by a strong pair of arms. I close my eyes, feeling the impact as my back gets thrown gently into something hard, probably Drew's chest.

Above me, I could feel his breath against my face, the all to familiar scent of peppermint toothpaste filling my nostrils. I still didn't quite understand how, even after hours from brushing his teeth, his breath could still smell fresh. I open my eyes, locking them with his baby blues. My arms were still crossed, and I was surprised. At first I was getting pulled into his chest and now he has his hand resting by my head, his body hovering over mine.

Everything was quiet, except for the sounds of our breathing, and other noises such as crickets, and on owl in the distance, outside of the tent. It was beginning to become cold, goosebumps appearing on my arms, but that could also be from how Drew and I were positioned at the moment, our lips just inches away from each others. My heart beat quickened, and I realized he had an affect on me. My cheeks warm up, probably becoming a light baby pink.

He leans lower down, his hair dropping in front of my face like a shield. He doesn't move after that, he just stares into my eyes, baby blue against emerald green.