CHAPTER 4: I DON'T FALL IN LOVE

ANDRÈ

I stood at the lowest of the tree house; I might hear her crying. Thus that is what she did up there in this tree house, which is why a sixteen-year-old lady would head to a tree house. I checked out the gap or the opening, debating on whether or not I ought to go up there or not. Then Lou asked, "Why did he need to say he loves me?"

That made me to come to a decision that I need to let her be alone, I walked back over to my driveway and checked out my car. Digging my hand in my pocket, I felt the car key. I force it out and sat it within the palm of my hand. I looked over at the tree house another time, she was looking at me this point, and that I looked back at the key in my hand, then come to a decision that I ought to most likely provide her some space. I got through the car and determined to simply drive.

I drove around, circling random neighbourhoods, driving all the way down to the mall then finally back to my house because the sun began to travel down.

Lou sat on her porch, as I turned off the car and went within my house. I gave her a friendly wave on my way; however she did not return it.

The ringer was ringing. Why was the ringer ringing within the middle of the night? It absolutely was nightfall, right? I looked the clock on my side table. It shows 1:53 AM. Why was somebody at the front entrance this late? Why wasn't my mother responding it? I looked out the window within the lounge before attending to answer the door, thus I wasn't shocked to see Lou standing on the opposite facet of the door once I opened it.

"Andrè? Andrè, it is time to urge up," my mom's voice aforesaid.

"It was a dream?" I asked into the empty sleeping room. My mother had already left my area, upon seeing that I had awoken. "That was a very weird dream," I unvoiced into the air. I did not wish to dream regarding her. I could not be dreaming regarding her whereas I wasn't allowed to speak to her or see her right away.

A week later and she was still getting in each morning within the tree house, and each morning I had gone over and stood at the lowest, making an attempt to find out if I would go up and speak to her. Each morning I would hear her muffled crying, and I would walk back over to my car and drive off. I would go all the way down to the coastline most of the time, typically I’d simply drive round the city, puzzling over going back and speaking Lou however I ne'er did.

I ne'er perceived that admitting you admire somebody might cause a fight. Or well, I was guessing she was mad at me. Perhaps she was scared? You may ne'er tell with her.

It was Monday, and that I stood waiting at the lowest of the tree house to check if she was crying. I did not hear something. I looked up; I had seen her looking the small window before I walked over. I controlled my breath and climbed up the few steps then climbed back off. I could not do it. She'd return to me once she was able to, would not she?

LOU

It had been two weeks since Andrè told me he admired me. I still did not understand what I will be going to do. I was making an attempt to urge myself to make a decision that I’d simply tell him ne'er to mention it once more, and perhaps we have a tendency to might simply return to being normal. I doubted that might work very well tho'. I believe he knew that I cried within the mornings; however it wasn't till yesterday morning after I had controlled my breath and suppressed the tears. He climbed up, and then climbed back off. I did not perceive that in the slightest degree. He walked off from me after I needed him the foremost. What was that? Or even he did not apprehend that I cried each morning.

If he extremely admired me would not he have tried to return and solace me? If he extremely admired me, he would not have walked off from me yesterday. I closed my eyes; puzzling over this was too excessive. Andrè Stone did not love me. Not really. He was simply making an attempt to get in my pants, a bit like I would need within the beginning. I did not get hooked up to boys. We have a tendency to had purposeless flings, that lasted a week or two then I would dump them. I would look for a replacement guy, and also the cycle would begin once more.

I did not get crushes on boys, wherever I truly liked the guy, and that I positively didn't fall crazy with them.

I really needed to speak to Andrè tho'. I missed him. I missed going with him to the pier. I missed him holding me. I missed his kisses. I missed everything regarding him. I despised that I felt such a lot for this boy. He baffled me. I had such a lot of feelings for him that I had ne'er had for the other boy, and I would solely even well-known him for a number of months. I did not wish to be so near to him; I did not wish him to mean such a lot to me. I did not wish something he'd given me. I owed him such a lot, and therewith thought I made a decision I despised him for getting me that drinking water, the frozen dessert, and for taking me out to the coastline. I despised him for being so nice to me all the time. I smiled. I despised Andrè Stone. Therewith thought my smile fell and that I felt bad. I did not hate him. I could not hate him. I admired him too much to hate him. I froze. I simply admitted that I admired him. I closed my eyes.

'Shoot,' I thought, leaning my head against the wood. 'I do not love him. I do not even like him.'

It wasn't working. I could not help it, and that I could not take it, I simply started screaming. I used to be hoping the entire time that nobody would come out and check out to see what was happening.

Sadly, my hoping that nobody would come back find me was futile, because a mop of strawberry blonde hair with a particular boy connected was crawling up that ladder to my refuge within minutes once I had stopped screaming.

"Go away," I mumbled, bringing my knees to my chest. I did not wish him here, not at once. Not with what I had simply found out. I did not want my feelings popping out of my mouth accidentally or intentionally.

"Andrè, look, I do not wish to speak to you right this moment, okay?" I uttered shaking my head, and looking him within the eyes for the first time since he told me he admired me.

He kissed me right there and so. He leaned in and kissed me. I smiled, and kissed back. I did not wish this moment to ever finish. Then I understood that I admired him, and hadn't told him. That I did not wish him to know, which I should not have been kissing a boy who I did not wish to admire, even if I did, I pushed him off from me.

"No," I said, "I cannot do that straight away."

Andrè sighed and aforesaid, "I'm sorry. I should not have done that. I simply came over here to check if you were okay." I simply checked out him. "So, are you okay?

I nodded and aforesaid, "Yeah, I'm fine. I simply understood one thing and it made me pissed off, so I screamed. I screamed out of frustration."

Andrè nodded and aforesaid, "Oh, okay."

"Yeah," I said. Andrè simply sat there and nodded.

"I'm about to go now," he said, aiming to go down the ladder.

"See you later," I mumbled.

Andrè poked his head back up and gave me a little smile, and said, "Really?"

I shrugged and said, "Maybe."

Andrè grinned and left me. I closed my eyes and took myself back there to kiss we'd been sharing. i used to be so stupid. Why did I actually have to ruin that moment for myself?

Maybe I really would see him later, perhaps not today, but soon.