68 Days And Counting

Chapter Twenty: Caleb Is A god.

Andrew caught the football before turning to me, cradling it to his chest. I kept my eyes to the ceiling before glancing at him and shifting. "Yeah I thought you would too." I whispered.

"I thought about it a lot. That this whole long distance thing wouldn't work," Andrew turned his head towards the ceiling again. "We talked about it over and over again before we left and we thought nothing would come between us."

I stayed silent as he threw the football up in the air and caught it and repeated the action. He continued talking. "It was noticeable. The first week every day, we would talk. She would tell me about what's happening, how she really liked it there. Who she met. She mentioned the other guy too. Then as weeks went by the conversations grew shorter and different. And then it seemed like we just weren't talking. But I was trying to talk. And when we did eventually talk it was like two different conversations that had nothing to do with each other."

Andrew caught the ball and threw it to the other side of his room. We watched it hit the lamp and the lamp fall to the carpet with a heavy thump. Andrew didn't even bother picking it up when he turned to me, bringing his knees up to his chest. "I really hate this Macy."

"I know you do." I told him, slowly turning to face him and fighting away my discomfort.

"We were all supposed to hang out today too." Andrew snorted.

"Drake's taking her out for half the day so..." I trailed off.

"Cahill house?" I nodded at Andrew's question and he huffed, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Okay. Don't pick sides."

"What?" I asked him.

"Don't pick a side. Between her and I. We're your best friends but you don't have to-"

"I wasn't going to pick a side," I told him. "I came here because I know you needed someone to talk to and were probably going to shut everyone else out. I'm going to be here for you both no matter the situation."

"Okay." Andrew mumbled and I rested my head on his chest as we lay on his bed in silence, his fingers twisting my ponytail.

"What happened last night? After you left?" I asked him.

"I just hung out with my family. I didn't realize how much I actually missed them. Change is weird."

"Tell me about it."

"No, I mean last year today. In November. We would probably be doing homework or hanging out at someone's house tonight or having a movie marathon. Then at school tomorrow, I would've probably had a new girl that I had been talking to behind the previous' girl back, Jasmine would've been with her ex Sean and you..."

"I would probably be having my nose in a book or have been somewhere with my brother and dad on his business trip taking Instagram worthy pictures or kicking a soccer ball."

"More like kicking my actual balls." Andrew mumbled.

"That was an accident."

"An accident that has probably happened 100 times since we were five. You're so lucky I can still-"

"Nope. Nope. I do not want to hear the last words of that sentence." I told him, putting my hands over my ears.

Andrew took my hands off of my ears, laughing. "I'm guessing you and Sam haven't exactly..."

"No." I mumbled, feeling the fabric of Andrew's shirt.

"Can I just ask...why? Is it the whole Catholic and celibacy thing because I swear you haven't gone to church since last Christmas."