Oblivious To The Signs

February 12: Game On

Author's Note: Nope, the title of this chapter wasn't a typo. I just decided to speed things up a bit because I can't wait to write for the next few chapters. We're nearing the end now! Yay! But there's a sequel so not to worry haha

Also, because this is actually where the plot really kicks in. :) Enjoy!

February 12: (Friday)

"Good morning, Em!"

I was surprised to find Andrew in our kitchen helping my mom set up the table.

"Oh, hi honey! Do you mind pouring juice to those glasses?" My mom told me without looking at me when she heard me enter the room.

"What are you doing here this early?" I asked Andrew after doing what my mom asked.

Instead of answering, he gave me a head-to-toe look, a smirk started forming on his lips.

I cocked an eyebrow at him in inquiry.

What's he thinking?

And then it hit me.

I'm only wearing an over-sized shirt and boxer shorts! I still haven't combed my bed hair and brushed my teeth!

My cheeks––my whole face, in fact––started heating up. I don't need a mirror right now to see how red I was in the face.

Seeing my reaction, he started subtly snickering––well, as subtle as he can when my mom's in the same room.

Thankfully, my mom's too busy cooking breakfast to notice Andrew and I's situation right now.

If she saw what went on between us, there'd be hell to pay. More like she'd ambush us with her squeals of joy and happiness.

Still red-faced, I hurriedly ran back upstairs to do my morning routine.

I can't believe that just happened!

That image––me in a boxer shorts––would probably stir in his head for a very long time.

Crap, he wouldn't let me forget about what just happened. I'm sure of it.

So because of Andrew, I have never been so ashamed to go downstairs in my own house after taking a very short and rushed time taking a bath and getting dressed for school. Why does he always have a way of getting a reaction from me?

It's probably because he knows you too well. A very sensible voice taunted in my head.

I swear one day I'm going to get back at him so hard, his blushing face would shame the color of a tomato. And I really do hope I'm not going to eat my words.

"...I'm glad you think of her that way. Speaking of whom, where's Emma now?" I heard my mom ask Andrew, sounding a little surprised, as I was standing near the doorway of our kitchen.

Wow mom. Took you long enough to notice I'm gone.

Neither of them saw me so I decided to listen in on their conversation. I have this itching feeling that they're going to have some deep talk about me. Maybe, maybe not. I just wanted to hear what they're talking about. Plus, I'm still stalling on facing Andrew again. No matter how fully-clothed I am right now.

Andrew light-heartedly chuckled. "She went back upstairs to get ready, I think."

"Oh, good." My mom perked up. "Then we can continue talking about my daughter."

Hm, how convenient.

There was silence first before Andrew spoke up. "Well, your daughter's just an amazing person, Krista. I try to keep up with her. She's so full of energy. She's so alive every moment I'm with her. I want to see her go out of her way doing the things that she does best but at the same time, I don't want her getting too far away. So I always end up following her. She's my best friend. She looks after me almost as much as I look after her. To be honest, I'm going to miss calling her my best friend very much."