If I fall - S01 E43

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If I fall - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

"Drew, if you don't hurry we're going to be late," I heard Bree call from the kitchen.

I just smiled to myself from inside our bedroom and quickly slipped on my shoes. She was so punctual, but it just fell into the category of many traits I loved about her.

Besides, if we were late it was her fault because she needed to run to the studio first. Not only was she punctual, but she was also forgetful, especially over the past few months.

I exited our bedroom and took sight of her, standing there near the door with her hands on her hips. There was really nothing better than this sight, and she apparently didn't like the smirk I held on my face.

I walked slowly over to her, "You're the one that needs to go to the studio. If we're late, that's on you."

Those hazel eyes rolled with a hint of annoyance as she grabbed my hand, "It won't take me long, I promise."

The past few months had been hectic, mostly consisting of us taking sign-ups and collecting money before the official reopening of her old studio. I of course helped as much as I could. Bree was organized but tended to stress herself out a little too much over simple things. I couldn't deny that I envied her consistency when it came to hard work, and it only inspired me to help her more.

It was the least I could do after everything she's done for me.

I climbed into the passenger side as she cranked her car to life, taking off down the street towards the studio. The plan was dinner, which was simple I know, but I told Bree I didn't want anything too big. Birthdays weren't a big deal to me anyway, and as long as I was with her I knew I would be satisfied.

Her hand slipped onto my thigh and then into my hand, my body tingling at the touch. I looked over to her but her eyes were focused on the road, too busy to take notice to me. It gave me a quick opportunity to admire her, which I did all the time without any shame. She was mine and I still hadn't figured out how I had gotten so lucky, but I would be forever grateful.

After the whole Evan incident things quieted down, and me packing up and moving to Philadelphia with Bree helped. Living here was like a breath of fresh air, a new start that was necessary after everything we endured in New York. Although my shoulder was basically healed I still had nasty thoughts and nightmares over that night, which was normal according to my therapist. We took it day by day over the course of our four month summer, Bree claiming I was only improving. She saw things I didn't, but that's what I loved so much about her.

She chimed, "You're quiet."

"Just thinking," I responded automatically, looking over to her and seeing her gaze locked on me. It made my body heat up in response, like her stare radiated this sort of heat that just washed all over me.

"Wanna share?" Her voice teased, which evoked a grin to form on my lips.

I paused for a second to collect my thoughts, "Just how lucky I am to have ended up here with you..."

She grinned, "Yea, you are pretty lucky..."

I leaned over, kissing her cheek in response because I loved the way she lit up in response. After all the months of therapy I could feel myself changing even more, like I was being shaped into the person I was meant to be. After the Evan incident it was like a giant weight was lifted off of my chest. I could breathe without worrying, and my mind was finally cleared of all the haze and darkness he had left there. Of course that night still caused me nightmares, but knowing he wouldn't be able to hurt Bree or myself allowed me to lay all my demons to rest. Bree even claimed I was a different person which I agreed with because I hadn't felt the same ever since, and I was glad.

The End....