Sunday arrived and also a day after the police incident.

I have been ignoring both Eric and Andrews text messages. Yes Andrew was also texting me! One of Andrews messages said:

Then two hours later he texted me:

Ten minutes later...

I think the cookies convince me because not a few minutes later I was in front of his door, debating if I should knock on the door or not.

"You do know that you could just open the door right? It's not the first time you been here,"

I jump to the sound of Andrew's voice, Andrew lean against the house. "What are you working on??" I asked.

He looked towards his motorcycle and shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing, just finish doing a oil change but you and I need to talk,"

His eyes showed a serious look that I never seen before. I couldn't put words together but instead just nodded my head. He put down his tools and started walking towards the front door. I hate to admit but I'm nervous, never once Andrew wanted to talk to me and wanting it to be serious.

We walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, giving us lots of space between us.

He gaze down at his hands, "I want to appologies... for everything,"

I shyly looked towards him noticing he still had his eyes gazing directly at his hands.

"I been up all night thinking about how I treated you like crap for all these years, all I wanted was to be popular and become on top. Throughout my progress of becoming popular.. I forgot to bring you with me," He looked at me with sincere in his eyes.

"We wouldn't be having this stupid arrange wedding happening if I didn't push you away and I want to appologies for that. You may not believe me now but I hope you do later on. Because after the whole police incident.. I realize how much I was hurting you."

Tears were in his eyes now and I didn't realize I was crying also. "Andrew... You hurt me so much throughout the years, I thought it was my fault."

Tears were flowing down my cheek, the memories from the sixth grade until now. Nights of crying to sleep came flooding back, having Leah sit there quietly supporting me throughout it all. I felt two strong arms around me when I realize it was Andrew. I rested my head on his chest and just cried.

"I'm so sorry," Andrew whispered.

I couldn't put my head to it; why was he saying sorry? Just yesterday he was the Andrew that I was angry with, and now he is the Andrew from childhood, my Andy.

After awhile of us sitting together, I cleared my throat and looked up at Andrew, "So what happen to those chocolate chip cookies?"

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"And thats the last batch to go in," Andrew annouce while putting the last dozen of chocolate chip cookies in the oven. So yes Andrew was going to give me chocolate chip cookies as a truce, but what he didn't mention that we had to make them from scratch. With Andrew's great baking skills and I having mom's Chocolate Chip cookies recipe memorize. We made about 4 dozen cookies.

"Since we missed a huge gap in our lives, why don't we play the question game while we wait for these cookies to cool?" Andrew Suggested.

"What in the world is the question game?" I asked.

Andrew began explaining the game. "We each have ten questions for us to answer, plus we have to answer them no matter what. We each have one pass to use if we don't want to answer the question you give me or a question I give you. Ready?"

I sighed, "Okay, you go first." What possible question could Andrew give me?

He sat down in one of the island chairs then rested his arms on the table, "I have been dying to know this but how did you Leah meet?"

I couldn't help but laugh, "It's a long story." I started telling him about the frist day of middle school I walked into class and I tripped over this girl with a bright pink bow in her hair. Yeah it seems weird for a seventh grader to be wearing bows in middle school but somehow the bow suited her. She looked up and started apologizing like crazy, which I kept on saying it was okay. After that.. Well you guys know.

Andrew chuckled, "Leah is so opposite from you. She's quiet and you're.."

"I'm what?" I crossed my arms, waiting for his answer.

He smirked, "You're not! Even though we live across from each other, I can still hear your horrible singing from my room. I sometimes pray at night for you to loose your voice, oh do not get me started with your snoring!"

He then started imitating a loud and annoying snore. I lightly hit him on the arm, "Not true! Can we talk about the girls you bring home? It sounds like you're murdering them,"

He came closer to my ear, "Hey the louder they are, the faster I'm--"

"DO NOT FINISH THAT SENETENCE!!" I shrieked

He barked with laughter, while clenching his stomach. He really was full of himself..

His laughter died down a bit, but he was able to say, "Okay your turn,"

I pondered what to ask him. What if I ask him about the sistuation between him and Eric, it is a question that has been bothering me for ages. But my heart was telling me not to, so I decided to ask, "How did you and Andre became friends?"

He then began telling the story about how he met Andre. With that question flooding through my mind, I decide to keep it in the back of my mind until the time was right.

Hours went by and we didn't realize that it was 10 at night. I looked over at the kitchen and cringed, "You do know that your mom is going to kill us if we don't clean up the kitchen right?"

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back, "I'll hear her scream later and besides we are still playing the question game. What number are we at?"

"Well since you were so curious about my middle school life, you're at 8 and I'm at 7, with zero passes."

He nodded his head in understanding, "Okay I have a question for you. When Eric was over the other day; did he try anything?"

I looked away and sighed, why am I not surprise he would bring this up? "He did..."

Anger rosed inside of Andrew, "what do you mean he tried something, did he.. did he kiss you!?"

I nodded my head silently, Andrew slipped out a few swear words. "Why the hell would he do that?!"

"Why do you care?!" I snarled.

Andrew ran his fingers in his hair, "Doesn't matter, just answer the question!"

He can't be serious? Andrew can be getting upset over a kiss from Eric. That meant nothing! I came a bit closer to Andrew, "Well since you want to know everything I want to know why do you hate Eric? He did nothing wrong,"

Andrew slammed his fist on the island table, he was squeezing his fist together making it turn red. He focus was only on the stove. "Thats the point. To you it doesn't look like Eric did nothing wrong but he did.. both Eric and I have something agaisnt each other that we can't tell you. Not only would affect everything, but you will see us differently. I get that you want to know but it's not my secret to tell."

What could they possibly be hiding from me??

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