Chapter Twenty-One
Thursday. One day before Wendy and Andy headed off to college. Both rooms were depressingly bare with a few boxes scattered here and there that would be packed up in the morning. Andy's car was full of their things leaving only the front two seats open.
Currently they were sitting in Wendy's room, on the floor playing cards. It was mid morning and they had nothing to do until that evening. The parents were taking the kids out for a nice dinner as a last dinner together. Wendy didn't really want to go because she thought it would be too depressing but Andy talked her into it.
"Argh! I can't read your poker face. It's too good," said Andy throwing his arms up in anger.
"Andy… we're playing crazy eights," said Wendy giving him a weird look.
"I know but you show no emotions," he said. Then he started singing, "can't read your, can't read your, no I can't read your poker face, poker face." He dealt out the cards and Wendy just stared at him.
"And you're headed off to college?" asked Wendy smirking when Andy glared at her.
"You know you love me," he said looking at his cards.
"Maybe," said Wendy putting a card down.
"What?" asked Andy looking at her.
"Maybe," said Wendy, "now shut up and play." They were silent and played for a bit before they grew bored of the game and just laid down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
"Hey Wendy?" asked Andy now with his eyes closed.
"Hey Andy," she replied moving her hands to go behind her head.
"Do you think your roommate won't mind me being in your dorm too much?" Wendy looked at him and saw that he had his eyes still closed.
"She'll have to learn to deal with you," she said slowly scooting over to Andy.
"Oh really?" asked Andy. Wendy saw him raise his eyebrows.
"Because you're my little piece of home away from home," she now moving to lean over him, "and because I would be needing to do this often." She then leaned down and kissed him gently on the mouth. His eyes shot open but closed once Wendy's hand ran through his hair. He put his hand on the back of her head and passionately kissed her back before she pulled away.
"Yes, please do that often," he said smiling up at her.
"I shall, but not now, we have to do some chores before dinner," she said patting Andy's chest before getting up and leaving the room. Andy groaned but followed after her.
The dinner went well. It was a good meal of Italian cuisine and Molly didn't complain once. The dinner was family style but still seemed like a fine dining restaurant. They took their doggy bags home and got ready for bed; awaiting the excitement the next day would have in store.
Wendy was laying in her empty staring at her blank walls. It was already midnight and she had been trying to go to sleep for an hour. She didn't know whether she was nervous about college, or already feeling homesick, but she did know that if she didn't do something soon, she would not be getting any sleep.
"Hello?" asked a groggy Andy picking up his cell phone, "Hello!" he asked again.
"Andy are you there?" said Wendy sitting up in bed waiting for Andy's response.
Andy sat up in bed and looked around. He got up and started digging through his old toy chest, which only had old electronics in it now. He found the walkie talkie that was turned on and pressed the talk button.
"Hello?" he asked and Wendy sighed in relief.
"Hey Andy," she said, a smile on her face.
"Wow we haven't used these in years," said Andy moving back to his bed and sitting down.
"Well, we got cell phones," replied Wendy with a chuckle.
"True, so what's wrong?" he asked remembering that it was midnight, and that she had woken him up.
"I can't sleep at all. I'm wide awake," said Wendy losing her smile.
"Oh, that is a problem. Do you want me to come over?" he asked trying to think of something he could do to help his girlfriend.
"No, you need to spend your last night in your room. Just, can you stay up with me and talk, it might make me sleepy," she said laying down in her bed.
"Are you saying our conversations make you sleepy?" asked Andy with a mock-hurt voice.
"Andy," she said seriously.
"All right," he said and laid down as well, moving his duvet over him.
"Thank you," she said sincerely.
"So what do you want to talk about?" asked Andy whispering now.
"Remember when we first met?" asked Wendy with a smile on her face as she remembered.
"Yea, we had just pulled up to our new house and we had to pass by your house, back then it was white, but then you had it painted yellow. I saw you outside on the law sitting there with your toys scatter around you and some in your mother's bushes.
I got out of the van with Woody and Buzz and started flying around the front yard. I remember they had gone missing and I had found them right in the car, where I left them."
Wendy laughed.
"Then when I looked at your yard you weren't there. I was checking to see what you were doing with those toys, since my last neighbour, Sid, liked to dismantle them and blow them up. You came back out with your mother and you pointed at us. That's when your mother pushed you in our direction and you grabbed onto your spider James and your Totoro doll and walked over.
"Now that I think about it, you were so adorable with you hugging the life out of the two stuffed animals. You introduced yourself shyly and your two toys and I carefully looked at you before introducing myself, Woody and Buzz.
"Once I was moved in officially, about a week later, my mum set up play dates and we went to school together and from there we became the best of friends."
"And we both lived happily ever after," said Wendy softly.
"Well not yet, we still have college, and whatever after that," said Andy.
"You know what I always thought was weird," said Wendy after Andy yawned.
"What?" he asked closing his eyes.
"How you have the only brick house on the street," said Wendy.
"The other houses have brick fireplaces."
"I know but your house is the only fully brick house."
"True, I never thought much about it since both of our houses seem to have similar floor plans. Oh, hold on, Buster wants in," said Andy as he got out of bed and let his door open. Buster waddled in, the poor old dog was so fat he could no long run or jump in like old times. He made his way to the middle of Andy's room, by his box of college things, and laid down against it.
"Okay back," said Andy laying back down in his bed.
"He is going to miss you. I remember when you first got him my dad was so excited," said Wendy. Andy smiled at the memory.
"Oh yea, he always wanted a dog but you had cats and birds," said Andy.
"Then our cat ran away, and then we got a dog, then she got cancer and passed away. My dad was heartbroken."
"So was Buster. That was the strangest couple ever. A greyhound with Buster," said Andy as they both laughed.
"Yea, poor Buster. Now all we have left it a stupid bird," said Wendy rolling her eyes.
"Yea, and it hates me."
"That's because you brought Buster over that one time and Buster nearly ate it."
The conversation went on and on until eventually they both peacefully fell asleep. All their past memories in their houses swimming through their heads made them sleep deeply all through the night till the next morning when the sun's rays shone through their windows and onto their faces. Waking them for the day.
"Andy!" yelled Ms Davis.
"Wendy!" yelled Wendy's mum.
Okay, so maybe it was the mums' who woke the sleeping teens up, just one last time.
A/n: Yes I know I haven't been updating as often as I used to, but hey I have to pack for college too.
For the record I would all of you to know that this story has reached 100 pages on my word document (that author's notes aren't in the full copy so it is 100 pages of story). I am proud of myself for getting this far.
I would also like to say that the story about Wendy's dog is a true story. Well some of it. My dog, Cola, was a greyhound and got cancer and we had to put her down earlier this year. My father was heartbroken, and now we are stuck with my brother's love bird Hermes.
Anyway, please review, I think the next chapter will be the last, and then the epilogue, and then all done. So pleas review and you might want to start thinking about your review of the story in its entirety. Thank you.
-Charlotte