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Saturday

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Andy

"Who was that?" my father's voice punctured the silence in the vehicle as I hopped in the passenger seat.

"Uhh...", I paused for a second, searching for an answer. I racked my brain as I looked straight at her through my back window. She blushed and followed up with a smile. I grinned back at her as her mother pulled the car away. I watched her go.

"Andy?" my father repeated. I snapped myself out of my dreamworld that I hadn't even acknowledged falling into.

"Oh, uh, she's my friend. Her name is Allison", her name rolled off my tongue smoothly. It sounded nice, too nice on second thought. My chest tightened; I realized what was happening.

Dad chuckled, "yeah, alright, well your special friend is cute. Don't get distracted from what's important. You have a big meet next weekend".

I winced, "yeah, yeah".

"After dinner I'm taking you to the gym, you have to get in a good work out", he pulled down the road and away from Shermer high. He pulled away from the Saturday that might have changed everything.

I nodded my head in acknowledgement and looked out the window. For the rest of the ride home we sat together in silence. She was so different. She wasn't like any of Claire's stuck-up friends. She was so strange in such a beautiful way. I eyed the spot where my patch once was. I smiled to myself and absently placed my finger tips to my lips. My mind drifted to Monday and my stomach turned slightly. I frowned, knowing what was going to have to happen.

When the car pulled into my driveway I made my way up to my room as quickly as possible, dodging my mother's interrogation as I walked through the front door.

I fell back onto my bed and put my hands over my face. The wrestling team, my reputation, everything was on the line as of this moment. I guess it didn't matter, though. Allison made me feel something I could never explain. I didn't kiss her because I was supposed to. I kissed her because I wanted to.

"Fuck" was the only word I could manage to say.

I soon got up and ran downstairs for a moment. I quietly walked into the kitchen and opened the third drawer from the refrigerator. I immediately saw what I was looking for.

Grabbing the phonebook, I ran back up to my room. Thankfully, all my noise that would be questioned was drowned out by some stupid movie that my parents were watching in the living room.

Reynolyds, Reynolds, Reynolds. I browsed through the book until I found what I thought was Allison's number. I jotted it down on a piece of paper next to my bed and put the book aside to return later.

I wasn't quite sure what to do with those 10 digits yet, but I was pretty sure a nap would help.

Allison

I shut the door behind me when I got in mom's car. His eyes were still locked with mine. My heart melted a little and my stomach turned. I could still feel him on my lips.

The car ride home was quiet like always. No questions were asked. No small talk was made.

Today I didn't care, though.

Today was different.

I felt a smile cement to my face. My fingers were laced around the patch in my pocket and I nestled closer into the blue sweatshirt that was swung around my shoulders. I couldn't believe it.

I kissed Andrew Clark.

I mean, I kissed Andrew Clark. I didn't even understand it, really. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to. I can't get excited. The kiss didn't matter. Monday is going to be a horrific day and when it is over I will have proved myself right in knowing that this was all stupid. This was all something we all got caught-up in. Andrew only wanted to kiss me because of what Claire did to me...right?

I don't know why I can't stop smiling. I hate it, actually. I'm not supposed to feel like this. I don't really know what any of this is, to be honest. All I know is I'm getting lost in my head and I don't like it. It's not going to end well...it never does.

Why did it feel so good this time? He was such a wonderful kisser. Granted, I hadn't kissed anyone in a while, but he felt so different. He was so gentle and strong at the same time. He made me feel so different. None of it made sense.

Mom stopped the car in the driveway and I hopped out of the vehicle quickly and ran to my room. I shut the door behind me and dropped my bag on the end of my bed.

I wasn't quite sure what to do. It was too early to go to sleep and I wasn't hungry. I pulled the patch out of my pocket and examined it, tracing the stitching with my fingers. I smiled down at it and placed it on my side table next to my phone. I took the sweater off of my shoulders and put it on properly.

It smelled so good. I couldn't really find words to explain it, but it was something unique and wonderful. It smelled like Andy.

I kicked my shoes off and sat back for a moment. I decided that I needed to keep myself busy so I wouldn't get too happy or lost in what happened today. I didn't really want to think about it. I didn't want to get too attached.

Pulling out my sketchbook, I tossed the bag on the ground. I pulled out a black pen from the bag before letting it hit the ground.

I sat back in bed, letting my hands go at the blank slate.

I didn't want to think about Monday but I felt like my heart was breaking down the brick wall my brain was trying to put up. I just wanted to see his blue eyes again. I wanted to taste his lips and feel his touch. I wanted to understand Andrew Clark.

I chuckled, "Allison, you don't even understand yourself". Oh, great. Now I'm talking to myself.

While daydreaming, I continued to draw. I had no plan, but eventually there was a picture in my hands. I looked to the clock when I decided to take a break. I set my freshly-drawn farmhouse down and looked up at the ceiling.

I really do hope he calls. I squeaked.

"Shit", I closed my eyes. The smell of the jacket crept into my nose once more.

As hard as I tried, I couldn't get Andrew Clark out of my head. I blinked a few times and let out a yawn.

Hopefully Sunday wouldn't be too painful.