Pieced Together Again

Time Together- Chapter 12

*Andrea's POV*

Today was my last day of class and I had all my stuff packed and ready to go. Alexander said that he would come over to my house to pick me up so that we could drive two hours to his parents' home in Los Angeles. The temperature had started to fall significantly and it was hard to get out of bed in the morning because I didn't like leaving the warmth of the covers to be blasted by a chilly air.

I had wanted to look nice for when I saw Mr. and Mrs. Hunt. I mean, I needed to look like a presentable young woman for the people who were practically a second set of parents. I wore a deep red sweater dress, black leggings, black combat books to add a little edge, and a brown beaded headband that covered my forehead but held back my black curled hair. I had made my eye makeup simple, but I added on a dark red lipstick to my mouth. I had made sure to paint my nails a red that would match considering that I haven't painted them in months; I had gotten impatient while waiting for them to dry.

Alexander wasn't supposed to arrive at my house until 6:00 P.M. because he had to help out his professor with a last minute photo shoot. That meant that I had an hour to spare and what better way to spend that hour than bugging your older cousin before you left for five days?

I grabbed my suitcase from my bed and closed my bedroom door before lugging the suitcase downstairs. As I placed my bag next to the front door and made my way to the living room where I heard the TV on, I couldn't help thinking about Mason. He hadn't sent me any notes everyday like he had two weeks ago, now he only sent one or two in a week. I was thinking that he was getting the point; I want to live life without him.

I also couldn't help thinking about the almost kiss with Alexander. He didn't mention anything about it and I was too scared to bring it up. I wouldn't want to say anything about it and have him shrug it off as a spur of the moment thing. Would he have kissed me if the doorbell hadn't rung? Why couldn't I have just kissed him? Things were not awkward between us though. Everything had gone quite the same with us, but I did notice that he didn't pull his arm over my shoulder or he wouldn't hug me for longer than three seconds.

With a huff, I leaped over the back of the sofa and my legs landed on Jason's lap. He was too intrigued with the flat screen TV that was showing an episode of The Walking Dead.

"Daryl dies in the end," I tell him, knowing that he hasn't seen this episode, but I have. He spun around in his seat so fast that I thought he would get whiplash.

"What?! Really? But he can't die! The show would be horrible without him! You're lying right?" He gives me this look like the whole world is going to end. He was really into this show.

"No, I'm just kidding. I think people would kill the producers if Daryl dies. He's the one that kept everyone else alive for so long. Man, with all the concern that you were showing, it seemed like they were real people," I admitted.

"Don't play around like that! This is a really cool show," he defended.

"So, I guess I'll see you on Sunday," I let out and got no reply back. I turned to look at Jason and he was still glued to the TV.

"I was thinking about getting a tattoo that says La Vida Loca. You know with the chola three dots," I tried again to get his attention. I guess I could play around with him to see what actually gets his attention. "I robbed a bank yesterday. I was thinking about running away with this hillbilly I saw on the side of the road. His name is Billy-Bob. He said he has one of the nicest houses in the forest, equipped with an outhouse and everything," I didn't even get a grunt of acknowledgement this time.

"Rebecca said she's pregnant and the baby is not yours," he only mumbled a congratulation this time. This show had him acting like a zombie.

"I'm moving in with Alexander and we're eloping to Alaska," by now I was just blurting out random statements.