The Broken One

***Cynthia’s P.O.V***
Andy’s expression changes, and not the way I was hoping for.
“No, Cynthia, it’s too soon”
He says. I look at him, disappointed.
“No its not”
I mumble.
“I want our first time together to special, hun, not just a spur of the moment thing, give it time. You don’t have to rush into to things”
He says, giving me a gentle smile. I shake my head and flop around so I'm lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling instead of Andy now. Andy puts an arm around me so I don’t fall onto the floor. The couch isn’t exactly something two people, lying down, fit good on.
“You don’t understand”
I say quietly.
“What don’t understand?”
He ask, his voice low and sexy.
“Every time I have a dream, a nightmare, it’s always about him, Quinten, about what he did. Sometimes, I wake up and it’s like I can still feel him on me, in me-”
I stop and take a shaky breath, trying not to break down and start crying. Andy gently rubs my arm, not saying anything, just letting me finish what I wanted to say.
“I don’t want to automatically think of Quinten when I think of sex. I don’t want to turn sex into something it’s not and I don’t want to think of it as something bad when it doesn’t have to be that way. If we…if we did it, then it would be a good thing, it would mean something and it wouldn’t be a bad experience. It wouldn’t be unwanted”
I say, tears dripping from my eyes like water from a leaky faucet.
“I'm sorry”
Andy whispers as he pulls me back over onto my side and holds me tight against him. He holds me like that until my soft crying stops.
I pull myself out of his arms and sit up. I and stretch, causing my back to pop loudly.
“Ewwww”
Andy complains. I look over my shoulder at him and laugh at the grossed out expression on his face. I stand up and walk over to my backpack which is laying on the floor where I had dropped it when we came in. I pick it up and sling it over my shoulder.
“I'm gonna go try to do some work”
I say to Andy who is still laying comfortably on the couch.
“Alright. I was going to order some Chinese food in a bit, that ok with you?”
He asks.
“Yeah”
I say heading up the stairs.

***An Hour later***
“Foods here”
Andy says, coming into my room and sitting down on the small part of my bed that wasn’t covered in papers. He's holding two containers and looking amused at all my work.
“Just a second, let me put this stuff away”
I say, taking the papers and bunching them into a pile, placing them onto my desk.
I grab the remote control off my dresser and flip on the TV that sits a few feet back from the end of my bed on a small table.
“Get over here”
Andy says, giving me a lazy smile and patting the bed next to him. I get butterflies in my stomach when he does this. It seems like I’ll never stop being so shy around him.
I climb up onto the bed and cuddle up against his side. He hands me a container and a fork and we eat, both of us staring intently at some cheesy comedy movie on the TV.
After we’re both done and our trash is thrown away, we curl back up together on the bed after shutting the light off, letting the light from the TV illuminate the room with a soft glow.
“Can I drop out of school?”
I ask quietly, leaning my head against Andy's shoulder.
“Why? You really should finish high school. Don’t you want to get a job someday or something?”
Andy asks.
“I want to finish, just not right now. There's only like a month left of this school year until summer. I can go back next year and start over. There's no way I'm going to pass my classes now, I'm too far behind”
I say. Andy nods.
“Alright, I guess I can call the school sometime and let them know and have them confirm it or something”
He says. We fall back into silence for a while before Andy leans his head down and starts to place soft kisses up the side of my neck, stopping for a second when he reaches my mouth, waiting for and “OK”. I lean forwards a bit, closing the gap between our mouths and pressing my lips firmly against his.

Notes

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