"And then Kristen had Angelina then she died." I finish, sighing. I'm so tired, I don't think I'll confront him today. I'll do it tomorrow.
"I'm sorry for her loss," Andrew says, glancing at his phone.
"It's okay, guess we should head to sleep now?" I ask, preparing my sheets.
"Yeah, good night." He smiles and starts heading out. I can't wait til tomorrow, I need to know why he lied to me.
"Andrew, before we go to sleep, I have a question." I stop him, running to be in front of him. I really hope he doesn't take this negatively, I really appreciate him being the donor, but I really need to know why I was the last to know. I can't believe anyone'd do that for me, saving my brother.
"Shoot." He rolls his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me you were the donor?" I question, looking at him straight in the eyes. I can see he's not able of doing eye contact, and I can see he's sort of troubled.
"Donor? Me? That's weird." His confusion looks so fake, I can see it. "Who'd tell you this?"
"The flight attendant. And Tyler confessed it too." I reply, still as bold as I can be.
"Fuck." I hear him cuss, I'm so fucking furious now. "Jessica, I don't want you to be mad at me. I just didn't think you'd let me donate my lung if you knew."
"Andrew, you didn't tell your stepmother." I glare at him.
"Wait, who?" He narrows his eyes.
"The day you both got operated, I saw her, and she was crying. Your father told her you were absent and he wanted to know why. So she asked Rebecca, who also knew." I cross my arms. "And uh, you let your father beat your stepmother?"
"Okay, how do you know all of this?" He crosses his arms as well.
"I talked to her." I roll my eyes. "Now can you justify this?" He starts unbuttoning his shirt, and that's not what I was aiming for. But damn he has a v-line.
"See that tattoo?" He points at a tattoo in a foreign language that's on the left side of his chest, near his heart.
"Is this Arabic?" I ask him, looking at the foreign font. I cannot read it.
"Yes. And this tattoo represents the names of my actual parents. Mary and Joseph." He states.
"Were you adopted?" I cannot really fathom what is going on.
"No. I'll tell you a little story. Joseph was in university, and worked part-time at his father's grocery store. Mary on the other hand, was in a different university, and went to Joseph's grocery store whenever she was asked to run errands for her mother, by her mother. Whenever Joseph and Mary were around they'd both be called by their English names, Mary and Joseph, whilst their parents called them with their Arabic names, Mariam and Youssef. Mary was Muslim, Joseph was Christian, yet they both loved each other. And then they decided to elope, since Mary's parents'd be furious if they knew she got married to Joseph. They went to the United States, got their first and only child, then died two years later in a car accident. My uncle then, decided to raise me with his wife, Karla, the lady you met in the hospital." He finishes, sighing. This is so dark, but it was so nice watching him talk like this, it's like he's so devoted for this, I didn't even want him to finish.
"That's horrible, I'm so sorry." That's all I can say. "I feel bad for Karla."
"I'm only doing this internship for Karla. My uncle blames her for my love of art, since she used to be a painter and taught me how and he doesn't want me to do anything artistic, because that's not what Haddads do." He rolls his eyes. "That's why I'm so late in university, I went to The Institute of Art before UCLA."
"I'm so early because I skipped two classes." I confess, embarrassed.
"I donated my lung to Tyler for many reasons." He sighs. "First of all, Tyler doesn't deserve to die, not at all. Second, I thought if I die during the operation I'd make my uncle get rid of all his sorrows. Third, because we had an agreement. Fourth, the most important one, which I'll probably regret saying but I need to, because I love you." I'm shocked, surprised, my jaw's dropped, my eyes widened.
I don't know what to say or do. I mean the days he disappeared I started thinking of him like crazy, like all the time. And how he didn't take my seat in class, it felt so missing. This is a little wrong, but I really like him, I guess. I don't know what's right anymore.
"Andrew, listen, I love you but-" I start as I got cut off by his lips. The kiss is so sweet, yet firm, I can smell his perfume, and could feel the taste of that hot chocolate on his lips. It's very silent around us. After a few minutes, he pulls away, damn I want more.
"No buts Jessica, as long as we have mutual feelings, we're good." He smiles at me, hugging me.
"Andrew, this is wrong." I tell him. It upsets me, but it's true and I've got to face it.
"I promise we won't tell anyone until I graduate. And I don't want my grades to be modified, that's the least I care about." He places a hair lock behind my ear.
"Are you serious about that?" I ask, I'm very unsure.
"Yes, I love you and I'm willing to do this." He kisses my neck, oh my, that felt good.
"I love you too." I smile at him. This is very unbelievable, but it's happening.
I wake up, Andrew's arms around my waist. I still can't believe this, but it feels amazing. I know he wouldn't let go of me, so I'll just use my phone.
I have texts from Peter, updates about Angelina. Then there's mom, wishing I had a safe flight, Tyler who's asking if he should propose to his girlfriend or not. I thank Peter and mom for their texts, whilst Tyler's getting a huge ass lesson. The dude's still in university, I don't think it's the right thing to do, marrying at a young age. Miranda is also one year younger than him, meaning she's still not even legally allowed to drink. I know the whole purpose is to get married not to drink, but she's still a minor. If he wants to go for it, then as he likes, many people get married early.
And here's a text from Hannah, the wedding's today, I'm going to die. Hannah and I are the 'groomswomen', and we're going to wear suits. Hannah's confirming where we're meeting and when and all those stuff, do I really have to do this?
"Good morning sleepyhead." I laugh, running a hand through his hair.
"This was the best sleep I've ever had." He smiles, kissing my nose.
"Let's get up, I need to leave." I pout. I still didn't check if the suit fits me or not.
"Aren't we going to have breakfast?" He asks, letting go of me.
"First, it's already one p.m.. Second, I have to go meet my friend to see if my outfit fits or not." I tell him, getting up.
"Does that mean you're not going to eat?" He asks again, I look in my bag for my pack of cigarettes, here it is.
"No, I'll smoke though." I tell him, heading to the balcony. "You can eat if you want."
"Jessica, are you sure you don't want to eat?" He raises his eyebrows, and gets closer to me.
"Yes, yes I am sure. As long as I drink coffee, I won't die." I roll my eyes, open the door to the balcony and light up my cigarette. "Look, we'll have dinner together, okay?"
"Just be sure to give me updates." He looks at the pack of cigarettes, looks at the message that says smoking is bad for your health with a disgusting image of lungs, then winces in disgust. "How do you smoke that?"
"You put the cigarette between your lips, suck air inside, then blow out." I sarcastically say. I notice the worry in his eyes as he puts the pack down. "It's okay, it's not like I have lungs similar to Tyler's."
"Even if you did, I'll look all around the world for lungs for you." He smiles, and kisses me. This time, it's strong, but it feels good, really good.
"I've got to go dress up now. See you in ten or so." I laugh, turn off my cigarette, and get back inside.
Since we're probably changing there, I guess I'll just go with black jeans and a blue button up. I'm just not excited for this wedding, for no reason. Okay, I might hate weddings, because it's just another reason to get more people to criticize your choice of a soulmate.
So Hannah and I are supposed to meet Tyler's future husband now, in a cafe. We've been waiting for fifteen minutes, and I've been texting Andrew all day. I miss him so much, it's like I can't spend time without him anymore.
"Jessica, who the fuck are you texting?" Hannah interrupts my thoughts.
"Someone." I lie, replying to his last message. And Hannah snatches the phone, great.
"Oh, who's Andy with multiple hear emoticons?" Hannah asks, fuck how do I let this pass?
"A friend." I tickle her and take my phone back.
"You're lucky Matt's here." She snaps, pointing at the groom.
Oh she must be kidding me. Oh hell no.