Falling Angels

Claire's POV
I was about to open my car door but Andy beat me to it. "Here you go milady." he said in a fake british accent. I couldn't help but laugh a bit because his accent was so off. Take this from a girl who has been on a vacation to London. "There's that smile." Andy crooned in his normal American accent. As we walked across his dark front yard, I could feel eyes in the back of my head. His eyes. Suddenly, I remembered something. I spun around, faceplanting straight into his solid, cigarette-scented chest. "Sorry." I mumbled. "My bad." he replied. "I forgot-" my eyes landed on his shoulder, where I could see the strap of my backpack. "Never mind." I said. "I would never let milady carry her own luggage." he declared in a British accent again. "Such a gentleman." I appraised in a real (or at least more authentic) Britsh accent. "Are you British?" he asked me. "No, but I've been to Britain." I replied. By now we had reached the front porch. As I waited for him to unlock the door, I noticed something. He looked like he was about to cry. Tears welled up in my eyes, because I am a sympathetic cryer. "Are you ok?" I asked him. "Yes."Andy choked out. I reached out a gloved hand and made him look at me. "Are you really ok?" I asked him again. "No" he replied. I pulled him into a hug and whispered, "It's ok, it's ok." We just stood there for a couple minutes hugging each other back until I pulled away. "We'd better get inside." I told Andy. Silently agreeing, he finished unlocking the door and opened it to reveal his house. I stood there for a moment, just observing how large it was. "Wow." I finally breathed out. "Will this suit milady's preferences?" he said in a watery British accent. "Yes, this shall do." I replied the same way. I crossed the threshold and decided to keep the conversation going to keep both of our minds off of the pain. "Say," I asked him with false suspicion, "Isn't Juliet your lady?" His eyes began to water again. "I'm sorry." I apologized as I pulled him into another hug. "It's okay. I don't want her in my life anymore. Not since I saw her in the train station with another man." I savored the feel of his body against mine. After all, I was hugging not only my celebrity crush but my savior. In an attempt to lighten the mood, I said, "In case you haven't figured it out already, I'm a hugger." He weakly laughed while I pulled away. "So, why are you crying tonight?" he asked me. More tears escaped my eyes. Andy reached forward to wipe the tears off of my face and this time I let him. I decided to tell him, because I had to tell him eventually. "I ran away from home and my mom told me to never come back." I replied. "Why did you run away?" he asked in a warm, concerned tone. "This made me cry even more. This time he was the one to pull me into a hug. I pulled away. "I'm going to ruin your shirt." I informed him, trying to change the subject. "Tell me." he said softly but firmly, staring deep into my brown eyes with his piercing blue ones. I found his eyes piercing yet warm. "I ran away because I couldn't please my parents and live up to their legacy." "And your mom gave you hell for it and told you to never come back. I'm assuming that's the reason you tried to do that thing tonight." This broke me into sobs. "No." I choked out. He pulled me into another hug. "Why then?" he asked me. I shook my head, not wanting to tell him the real reason. I knew I would sound pathetic. "Tell me." he softly demanded again. "I-I just felt so alone. Like no one cared. And-and I didn't want to be a burden to this world so I tried to end it all." He pulled away and made me look into his eyes. "I care. Never do that again because I care. And you're never alone." I melted back into his chest and he comfortingly wrapped his arms around me. "Okay." I replied.

Notes

I'm glad that's over with. Now we can get to the fun part.