not talking." I said.
She pouted. "But I like fighting for a cause.” She said disappointedly.
I laughed. "Then find something that he did to you. Don’t use me as a buffer.” Andy, who had been in a hardcore discussion with Bryan about hockey, wrapped his arm around my waist.
"What are you two talking about?" He asked.
Lindsey glared at me. "She's telling me that I need to forgive my boneheaded brother for molesting her.” She grumbled.
I shrugged. "I forgave him, you should too.”
Andy's eyebrows knit together. "How could you forget about that?" He asked.
I looked up at his face. "I never said I forgot what he did. I said I forgave him. I can't forget and I won't. Like I told Lindsey, as far as I'm concerned, he's a random person now.” Andy kissed my head and squeezed me tighter.
"Sometimes I don't understand how you can be so rational!” Lindsey exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes, ready for another conversation. "Linds, if I didn't forgive him, there would only be anger inside of me. I'd always be unhappy and I'd never move on. It hasn't exactly affected who I am as a person, or what I do with my life. So I'm moving on." I said with an angry edge coming to my voice.
A waitress came just in time to take our drink orders. I was a little surprised when Andy ordered a beer. He must have noticed the look on my face because he whispered in my ear. "Is that okay?"
I nodded. "It's fine. Um, are you having more than one?" I asked warily. He is twenty-one. I couldn't exactly tell him that it was against the law. I wasn't going to be comfortable riding with him if he drank more than one. At his body weight and height, one beer wouldn't impair his judgment or anything excessively.
"Do you want me to only have one?" He asked.
I looked into his eyes. "I want to know what you want.” I told him, trying not to sound too pushy.
He gave me a light kiss on the lips. "Unless I'm at a party, where I won't be driving home, I only have one, ever.” He told me. I felt my whole body relax into him.
"Alright then.” I told him with a smile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Andy's POV
After dinner, we walked out of the restaurant and Ashley challenged Bryan in a race around the building. They’d both been whining about how full they were. Lindsey and I walked to the car. "You know, you passed a major test in there.” She told me.
I looked at her. "How so?" I asked confused.
She stayed silent for a minute, deciding if she should really tell me. "Ashley's mom is an alcoholic. She grew up with her mom being drunk all the time. She won't talk about it. I only know because the first party I brought her to there was drinking. I pushed her to try some. She broke down and I haven't brought her to a party since.” She looked upset with herself. "She kept saying no thank you and I would just say 'Come on Ashley, you need to loosen up'. I felt so awful.”
I felt horrible. No wonder she was so concerned. How could I have been so insensitive? Clearly, she was worried when she asked me earlier. I just thought she was worried about our ages. "Wow.” I finally said.
"She can't know I told you, though.” Lindsey told me seriously.
I nodded. "I won't tell her you told me.” Just then, Bryan and Ashley race around the corner. Ashley winning by about a meter.
"HA! Suck it, Bryan!" Ashley yelled victoriously. She jumped onto his back and made him carry her over to us.
"Whatever, I let you win.” He grumbled.
Ashley laughed. "Keep telling yourself that.” She kissed his head playfully before jumping down and coming over to my side. She smirked. "Bryan here runs like a girl.” She teased. He glared at her.
"I do not.” He said stubbornly.
She nodded. "Oh, but you do. What else would you call it when I beat you, and I'm clearly a female?” She asked.
Bryan pouted. "Isn't it time to go yet?" He asked.
Lindsey and Ashley laughed. Aw, Bry, you're such a sore loser.” Lindsey rubbed his
She pouted. "But I like fighting for a cause.” She said disappointedly.
I laughed. "Then find something that he did to you. Don’t use me as a buffer.” Andy, who had been in a hardcore discussion with Bryan about hockey, wrapped his arm around my waist.
"What are you two talking about?" He asked.
Lindsey glared at me. "She's telling me that I need to forgive my boneheaded brother for molesting her.” She grumbled.
I shrugged. "I forgave him, you should too.”
Andy's eyebrows knit together. "How could you forget about that?" He asked.
I looked up at his face. "I never said I forgot what he did. I said I forgave him. I can't forget and I won't. Like I told Lindsey, as far as I'm concerned, he's a random person now.” Andy kissed my head and squeezed me tighter.
"Sometimes I don't understand how you can be so rational!” Lindsey exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes, ready for another conversation. "Linds, if I didn't forgive him, there would only be anger inside of me. I'd always be unhappy and I'd never move on. It hasn't exactly affected who I am as a person, or what I do with my life. So I'm moving on." I said with an angry edge coming to my voice.
A waitress came just in time to take our drink orders. I was a little surprised when Andy ordered a beer. He must have noticed the look on my face because he whispered in my ear. "Is that okay?"
I nodded. "It's fine. Um, are you having more than one?" I asked warily. He is twenty-one. I couldn't exactly tell him that it was against the law. I wasn't going to be comfortable riding with him if he drank more than one. At his body weight and height, one beer wouldn't impair his judgment or anything excessively.
"Do you want me to only have one?" He asked.
I looked into his eyes. "I want to know what you want.” I told him, trying not to sound too pushy.
He gave me a light kiss on the lips. "Unless I'm at a party, where I won't be driving home, I only have one, ever.” He told me. I felt my whole body relax into him.
"Alright then.” I told him with a smile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Andy's POV
After dinner, we walked out of the restaurant and Ashley challenged Bryan in a race around the building. They’d both been whining about how full they were. Lindsey and I walked to the car. "You know, you passed a major test in there.” She told me.
I looked at her. "How so?" I asked confused.
She stayed silent for a minute, deciding if she should really tell me. "Ashley's mom is an alcoholic. She grew up with her mom being drunk all the time. She won't talk about it. I only know because the first party I brought her to there was drinking. I pushed her to try some. She broke down and I haven't brought her to a party since.” She looked upset with herself. "She kept saying no thank you and I would just say 'Come on Ashley, you need to loosen up'. I felt so awful.”
I felt horrible. No wonder she was so concerned. How could I have been so insensitive? Clearly, she was worried when she asked me earlier. I just thought she was worried about our ages. "Wow.” I finally said.
"She can't know I told you, though.” Lindsey told me seriously.
I nodded. "I won't tell her you told me.” Just then, Bryan and Ashley race around the corner. Ashley winning by about a meter.
"HA! Suck it, Bryan!" Ashley yelled victoriously. She jumped onto his back and made him carry her over to us.
"Whatever, I let you win.” He grumbled.
Ashley laughed. "Keep telling yourself that.” She kissed his head playfully before jumping down and coming over to my side. She smirked. "Bryan here runs like a girl.” She teased. He glared at her.
"I do not.” He said stubbornly.
She nodded. "Oh, but you do. What else would you call it when I beat you, and I'm clearly a female?” She asked.
Bryan pouted. "Isn't it time to go yet?" He asked.
Lindsey and Ashley laughed. Aw, Bry, you're such a sore loser.” Lindsey rubbed his
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