“Andrew.” I hear a soft voice whisper my name and feel a hand gently shake my shoulder. “Andrew.”
“What?” I grumble, shying away from the hand. “It’s 6:30, or something.” I hear my mother’s quiet laughter and groan again, burying my face in my pillow.
“Your father and I are leaving now, darling. I’m just reminding you confession is at 12.”
“Yeah, yeah”, I mutter, waving her off lazily.
“I just don’t want you to be late, dear” my mother sighs. “For the seventeenth time.” I groan again.
“I’ll set an alarm this time, mom, I promise”, I lie. “Now might I please go back to sleep? You and dad have fun on your… business thingee.”
My mother laughs again, patting me on the shoulder. “Alright, darling. I’ve left you a note in the kitchen.”
“See you later, mom”, I mumble into my pillow, yawning.
“See you later, Andrew.”
My eyes snap open to the realization that I need to pee, and I throw my legs lazily over the side of my bed, glancing at my alarm clock. Oh no.
I blink a few times, stupidly thinking the numbers will morph into different ones, but the clock keeps blaring a bright red 11:50, and I curse quietly. “Why?” I whine, scrambling out of bed to get myself ready.
After I’m done in the bathroom I head back to my room, pulling on the first thing I see. I’m just about to smirk in triumph and leave for confession when I remember that they like me to wear my uniform at church, not skinnies and a ripped Mötley Crüe shirt.
“Why?” I whine again, hurriedly pulling off my clothes and replacing them with my uniform. I fling my long, black hair over my shoulder, straightening my tie in the mirror and silently cursing life with words I know I’ll have to add to my list of confessions. Why me?
I race into the kitchen, grabbing the note my mother had informed me of earlier and rushing out the door. I slam it shut and immediately curse again, realizing that I’ve forgotten my keys. Mom warned me about this… Sheesh. Why can’t I ever be early?
I blow off the horrid thought that I won’t be able to get in my own house for a month, instead unfolding my mother’s letter and beginning to read it as I walk crookedly around like a blind person, trying to get to confession.
I knew you would be late again, darling. Why can’t you ever seem to get to confession on time? Ah, well, the past is behind us.
Your father and I will be gone for a month at minimum. We have left you a large sum of cash in the change bowl, and you always have your credit card. This means that you may acquire everything you need, and anything you want.
We have hired, what you say, a nanny to watch over you. I know you’re making that face, Andrew, you might as well stop or it’ll get stuck that way. I know you’re fourteen and think you can conquer the world blindfolded and backward, but you can’t. Not yet. Don’t worry; Ashley seems sweet; knows how to cook, easy to get along with… likes Batman, too. You already have something in common.
Anyway, my darling, I do hope you have fun while your father and I are gone. Watch out for that car, because I know you’re reading this on your way to confession. Ashley will be at the house, hopefully by the time you get home, and will stay with you until we get back. This means you won’t have to be alone at night, and we do know how you despise that so much.
Love forever and always,
I growl slightly, shoving the letter into my uniform pants pocket. I don’t need a babysitter, mother, especially a girl one. I wonder how she got the idea that having her hormonal fourteen-year-old boy living alone for a month minimum with no one but a female was a good idea. I roll my eyes, glancing up just in time to narrowly maneuver my way out of a car’s path. Jeesh, does my mom know everything?
“Lord, forgive me for I have sinned.” I form the cross over myself, following my words.
“You’re late again, Andrew.” I sigh.
“I know, Father. I’m sorry”, I reply, sagging my shoulders in defeat.
“Begin.” And I do, taking a deep breath before beginning to recite each confession I have from the past week.
“I thought about it again”, I say, fidgeting uncomfortably in my chair. “You know…”
“It’s perfectly normal. After all, Andrew, you’re only human.”
“You must remember though, not to give in to those urges. You must remain pure—”
“Until marriage. Yes, I know, Father.” I take another deep breath. “I took the Lord’s name in vain again”, I say sheepishly.
“I was late this morning. I forgot my keys at the house.” I hear a chuckle come from the box next to me and I growl, whining slightly. “Father, it’s not polite to laugh at other people’s misfortunes”, I remind the laughing voice.
“I know, Andrew. I’m terribly sorry. Now did you have anything else, or was that it?”
“That’s all, Father.”
“You may go now, Andrew.”
“Thank you, Father. Lord bless you, Father.” I stand up, opening the confession box.
“Please try not to be late again.” I blush, looking down.
I have just placed my hand on the doorknob, about to turn it when I curse myself again at having forgotten the key. What, do I wait out here until the nanny comes, and hope she has a key? And if not, we’re both screwed.
I sag my shoulders in defeat, about to slump down and cry at my miserable, incautious self when I remember that the window to my bedroom is open. I grin slightly, hopping up and running around the back of my house, where my bedroom window is located.
I push the grate in slightly, grinning again when I hear a click and a pop and the window gives way. I hoist myself up, swinging my legs over to the inside of my house before letting myself fall into my room.
When I’m done with my awkward victory dance I decide to change my clothes, discarding my uniform for the skinnies and shirt from earlier. I fix my hair again, smiling dumbly at myself in the mirror when I hear a knock on my door. The smile drops from my face and I sigh, traipsing over to the front of my house.
I pull the door open after a third gentle set of knocks, preparing my disinterested glare to the person behind my door. I don’t even really get a chance to notice them as they push their way inside my house, sending me practically flying behind the door and clinging to the handle for dear life.
When my breathing has calmed I open my eyes again, shutting the door before turning around to greet the whoever-the-heck that practically killed me.
“You must be Andrew?” Wait. Why does that sound like a man’s voice? I look up, my eyes widening as I take in the figure standing before me. Long, black hair, tan skin, big, childlike brown eyes and a smirk that has me thinking all funny.
“U-uh, yeah”, I nod, staring dumbly at the attractive man before me.
“I’m Ashley”, he grins, holding out his hand to me. “Ashley Purdy.”
I almost want to mutter ‘you got that right’ but keep my mouth shut, instead biting my lip and blushing at the ground.
“Well ain’t you cute, shy thing?” I squeak at Ashley’s words, keeping my face down. “Full of innocence and… stuff.” I nod lightly, still blushing as he reaches over to play with my hair.
“Uh, I guess”, I stutter, finally looking back up at him. He smirks at me again, letting his hand fall from my hair to cup my cheek.
“Well, we’ll just have to fix that, won’t we, little missy?”