the morning and we'll be able to be together Saturday and Sunday."
"What??" I let out a small cry. "You're coming to see me?"
"Yes… I was going to make it a surprise. But I guess you need something to look forward, to keep you on the right track." He teased me, but I didn’t mind. I was too happy to mind anything.
"Oh, Andy, thank you so much. You've made this week to come so much bearable."
"I won't be able to go there every weekend, you know that. I'll try to go as often as I can." He warned me.
"I know. But I'm very happy you can come this first weekend." I sighed, pleased, and he chuckled.
We chatted for a little longer before we ended the call. I dedicated the rest of the day to work on my homework.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same. I would go to school. Come back to find the house empty or to find mom in a bad mood. Andy and Lindsey would call. I would prepare dinner and mom would eat with me if she was home. She went out almost every night and always returned with someone. It made me think about her reasons to force me to come back to live with her. It just didn’t make any sense.
But I had given up on trying understanding my mother a long time ago.
Saturday finally arrived and I left the house early in the morning to meet Andy at the bus station. When he came out of that bus my heart seemed ready to burst out of my chest. He ran to me and held me tight in his arms, swirling around a couple of times. It felt so good to be in his arms again.
He finally put me down and kissed me just like he said he would, deep and passionately, stealing my breath away. It felt as if we were meeting after a century and not just a week.
"God, I missed you." He whispered in my ear, as he nuzzled my neck.
"I missed you too." I assured him.
We left the bus station and headed to the motel I had found him. It was near my mother's house so he would be as close as possible. I had warned my mother Andy was coming to visit me and that was an ugly scene.
"Who is this Andy?" She asked me in a scornful tone.
"He's my boyfriend." I tried to remain as calmed as possible.
"Don't you think you're too young to have a boyfriend?"
"I'll be eighteen in a month. So no, I don’t."
"Is this what your father has been teaching you?" She ranted.
"I don’t think you’re the person to talk about this, don’t you think mom?" My tone was so cold that she shut up for a few moments.
"I don’t want him in my house."
"Don't worry. I don’t want him near you either."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She was frowning now.
"Figure it out yourself. I'll spend the weekend with him. So you won't be seeing much of me."
"You're not sleeping with him. If you're not home to sleep I'll call the police." She threatened me.
I pursed my lips and frowned. I knew she was capable of doing it. Good thing I never intended to sleep with Andy at the motel. "I'll sleep here, don’t worry."
That said, I went to my room and closed the door.
This morning when I left, she was still sleeping. I was able to leave the house in peace. We reached the motel and Andy checked in and put away is bag. His room was quite nice and cozy. I was glad I picked it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Andy's POV
Watching Ashley disappear with the bus was probably one of the hardest things I've been through in my life. She had become so important to me in so little time that it still astonished me. It was a rough week for me, focusing on my game and not letting it be affected by my feelings. I had promised her I wouldn’t and I was going to do my best to keep my promise.
The trip over to go see her felt endless and when I finally had her in my arms, I felt like the happiest man on earth. I kissed her like there was no tomorrow, loving her so close to me.
Ashley took me to a nice motel near her house. After that, we went to a small cafeteria to have breakfast. I was starving and she was pleased to take me to a nice cafeteria where
"What??" I let out a small cry. "You're coming to see me?"
"Yes… I was going to make it a surprise. But I guess you need something to look forward, to keep you on the right track." He teased me, but I didn’t mind. I was too happy to mind anything.
"Oh, Andy, thank you so much. You've made this week to come so much bearable."
"I won't be able to go there every weekend, you know that. I'll try to go as often as I can." He warned me.
"I know. But I'm very happy you can come this first weekend." I sighed, pleased, and he chuckled.
We chatted for a little longer before we ended the call. I dedicated the rest of the day to work on my homework.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same. I would go to school. Come back to find the house empty or to find mom in a bad mood. Andy and Lindsey would call. I would prepare dinner and mom would eat with me if she was home. She went out almost every night and always returned with someone. It made me think about her reasons to force me to come back to live with her. It just didn’t make any sense.
But I had given up on trying understanding my mother a long time ago.
Saturday finally arrived and I left the house early in the morning to meet Andy at the bus station. When he came out of that bus my heart seemed ready to burst out of my chest. He ran to me and held me tight in his arms, swirling around a couple of times. It felt so good to be in his arms again.
He finally put me down and kissed me just like he said he would, deep and passionately, stealing my breath away. It felt as if we were meeting after a century and not just a week.
"God, I missed you." He whispered in my ear, as he nuzzled my neck.
"I missed you too." I assured him.
We left the bus station and headed to the motel I had found him. It was near my mother's house so he would be as close as possible. I had warned my mother Andy was coming to visit me and that was an ugly scene.
"Who is this Andy?" She asked me in a scornful tone.
"He's my boyfriend." I tried to remain as calmed as possible.
"Don't you think you're too young to have a boyfriend?"
"I'll be eighteen in a month. So no, I don’t."
"Is this what your father has been teaching you?" She ranted.
"I don’t think you’re the person to talk about this, don’t you think mom?" My tone was so cold that she shut up for a few moments.
"I don’t want him in my house."
"Don't worry. I don’t want him near you either."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She was frowning now.
"Figure it out yourself. I'll spend the weekend with him. So you won't be seeing much of me."
"You're not sleeping with him. If you're not home to sleep I'll call the police." She threatened me.
I pursed my lips and frowned. I knew she was capable of doing it. Good thing I never intended to sleep with Andy at the motel. "I'll sleep here, don’t worry."
That said, I went to my room and closed the door.
This morning when I left, she was still sleeping. I was able to leave the house in peace. We reached the motel and Andy checked in and put away is bag. His room was quite nice and cozy. I was glad I picked it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Andy's POV
Watching Ashley disappear with the bus was probably one of the hardest things I've been through in my life. She had become so important to me in so little time that it still astonished me. It was a rough week for me, focusing on my game and not letting it be affected by my feelings. I had promised her I wouldn’t and I was going to do my best to keep my promise.
The trip over to go see her felt endless and when I finally had her in my arms, I felt like the happiest man on earth. I kissed her like there was no tomorrow, loving her so close to me.
Ashley took me to a nice motel near her house. After that, we went to a small cafeteria to have breakfast. I was starving and she was pleased to take me to a nice cafeteria where
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