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The next day I didn't have to work, and I was glad. I wasn't ready to see Andrew again after what happened last night. I was just going to wait until he cooled off and called me.
I finished up my packing to move into the dorm. I was moving into the dorm tomorrow. And still had quite a bit of packing to do. That day I finished packing my clothes. I was just finishing packing the last of my clothes, when I heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" I said when I picked up the phone.
"Hey Amanda," responded the voice on the other line. "It's Andrew."
"Oh, hello."
"I'm really sorry about the way I acted last night. If you're not ready to have sex, then we don't have to do it. I understand."
"Thanks, Andrew. That really means a lot to me."
"So what are you up to?"
"Packing."
"Still?"
"Yeah, you kind of cut me short of packing yesterday."
"Oh. Are you almost done?"
"Yeah. Just a few more things left."
"Do you need any help?"
"No."
"Are you upset with the way I acted last night?"
I didn't responded.
"Amanda?"
"I have to go. We're gonna eat dinner soon. Bye." Then I hung up the phone, I didn't give him a chance to say bye. I forgave him for his actions last night, but I was still upset.
I went downstairs to find something to eat. My parents had already eaten. I fixed myself a salad and went back up to my room. All of a sudden I heard someone calling my name. It wasn't coming from downstairs, it was coming from outside. I went to the window to see who it was. It was Andrew. I opened my window.
"Hey, baby. What's up?" Andrew said.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I came to see you."
"Haven't you ever heard of a door?"
"Oh, yeah. Thought this would be more romantic though."
"That's sweet. Stay right there, I'll be down in a minute." I closed the window and walked downstairs. I went outside to where Andrew was. When I reached him, he pulled me close to him.
"Have I ever told you I loved you?" Andrew said.
"Yeah, you told me last night," I said as I smiled.
We walked over to the swing chair in my backyard and sat down. He kissed me passionately, but I pushed him away.
"Andrew, I'm not in the mood right now. I'm sorry," I said.
"Are you still mad at me?" Andrew asked.
"Look, I forgave you. But I'm just still a little upset that you're pressuring me so much."
"Fine, I won't pressure you anymore. We'll take it slower."
"Look, I gotta go." I stood up to go back inside. But Andrew grabbed my arm and stopped me. "What do you think you are doing?"
"I wanna know that you are not mad anymore. Tell me that," Andrew yelled.
"Let go of me, please."
"Tell me," he said twisting my arm.
"Ow, that hurts."
"Tell me."
"Fine, I'm not mad anymore."
"Good." He kissed me while letting go of my arm. Our lips parted. "You know I love you, right?"
"Yes, and I love you too. But I have to go now. I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm moving my stuff, remember?"
"Ok, I'll let you go now. Do you need any help tomorrow?"
"No. Kevin and Brian are going to help me."
"Oh. Well, just call me tomorrow when you get settled then."
"Ok, I will."
"Bye, baby."
"Bye." We kissed then he went back out front to his car. I saw his car drive by. I sat back down on the swing and rubbed my arm where Andrew had grabbed it. It still hurt.
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