The Ghost Of Us (HWGA sequel)

Break

I wake up to the sound of birds and car horns honking and I blink vigorously when I open my shed because the sun shines bright. I groan turning over and I see Andrew sleeping peacefully next to me.
Right... I was at Andrew's house. Because... Sam. Because of last night.
It all runs through my mind over again.
"You're acting like a slut" — "be a little classier" — "you're embarrassing yourself."
The thoughts make me sick. Sam said that to me... he said that.
I sit up in bed, feeling gross and angry all over again.
How dare he!? I grab my phone and I see many texts and phone calls from him. Seeing his name just made me pissed off. I wanted to throw my phone. This wasn't real. This has to be a bad dream!
My phone starts buzzing in my hand and Sam's name appears again. I roll my eyes declining it. Then I get another text from him.

So I do what I felt was right, and I throw my phone. I literally threw it across the room, like something just came over me and made me do that. It dropped with a small bang.
"Jo!?" Andrew sits up confused. "You good? WhT was that noise?" He asks.
"Sorry," I mumble. "It was my phone," I say.
"Did you throw it?" He laughs.
"Yeah," I nod and he looks at me with tired eyes, his hair messy.
"What?" He asks. "Why!? Where!?" He asks.
"Just... across the room," I say. "I was getting sick of it."
"Oh," he nods looking across the room. "Makes sense."
"Sorry for waking you," I say.
"That's alright," he sits back against the headboard. "You okay?" He asks.
"Fine," I nod.
I felt embarrassed about last night. I was drunk and emotional, and Andrew had to deal with my baggage. He didn't need that, I'm sure it was annoying.
"Um... thanks, for last night," I mumble running a hand through my hair awkwardly and he looks at me.
"You don't need to thank me," he said. "I'm here for you Jo."
"I know," I say. "But I was an emotional mess... I'm sure that wasn't fun," I laugh, and he just looks at me.
"Don't do that," he says.
"What?" I ask.
"That thing," he points a finger waving it at me. "Whenever you get awkward or feel weird about something, you joke or laugh about it," he says. "It's a weird coping mechanism of yours," he tells me. "Don't do it."
"It's not a coping mechanism," I mutter. "I'm just making light of the situation," I shrug.
"You don't need to make light of a situation like that," he retorts. "It's okay not to be ok," he says.
"I know that," I mumble.
"Do you?" He asks and I look away from him and stay silent. "Look Jo, I'm your friend, and I'm not gonna judge you for being emotional, or sad once in a blue moon," he said. "Just so you know, so you don't have to worry about that," he adds and I nod. This is too inspirational for me in the morning.
"I should probably go, before my dad... worries," I say pushing the sheets off of me. He nods.
"Let me get dressed and I'll drive you," he gets out of bed.
"That's okay," I say. "Seriously, I woke you up, and I don't want to bother you anymore Drew," I go over to where I threw my phone and I find it on the floor.
"You're not bothering me," he laughs. "Weirdo," he adds. "Plus... You don't live that close," he goes to his closet and I look down at my phone and there was a small crack in it.
"Okay," I say and I go over grabbing my clothes and my bag. I'm just gonna stay in Andrews clothes.

He gets ready and we leave his house, silently. And we also drive to my place silently. I don't know if it was awkward or just silent. My mind was on Sam... and last night.
He stops in front of my house, and I see the one and only... Sam. Sitting on the steps up to my house and I sigh.
"Hey, you gonna be good?" Andrew asks and I look at him.
"Yeah, I'll just tell him to go home," I reply and he nods.
"Hey... sorry if I made it awkward back at my place," he says. "I was just trying to make you feel better," he adds.
"I know Drew, thanks," I grin. "Really, you're a great friend," I tell him. "Thanks for everything," I pull him into a hug, over the centre consul of the car.
"Stop thanking me," he chuckles. "Anytime bud."
I pull back and laugh.
"See ya."
"Bye," he grins and I leave his car shutting the door.
I really didn't want to deal with Sam. But I didn't expect less from him.