My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 18

Andrea walked out of the kitchen and made her way back to her room while Lance remained rooted on the spot where she snapped at him.

Finally getting his cool and realizing he is the elder one, if not the adult, he followed her to her room, thoroughly confused with Andrea.

"Andrea," he knocked. No answer.

"Andrea," still no answer.

"Andrea, op-" but before he could even finish what he was saying, Andrea's door swung open.

"Can't you take a hint? Please, stop knocking and leave me alone!" she yelled at him. After that, she closed the door, leaving Lance facing her white door again, in a really confused state.

Women, he thought, but Lance was not one for backing down, and if there was anyone who can match her tenacity, that would be him.

He twisted the knob and found that it was not locked so instead of asking to come in, which he knew will be denied, he barged in.

"Andrea," he said but before he could even add a word, he heard sobs from Andrea's bed.

Unable to see clearly in the dark, he went straight to the silhouette of the bed and sat right next to Andrea.

Lance reached for her hand, but she swatted him away, "Lance, can you go away. Please," she said and though he does not feel so, he nodded.

He leaned into Andrea and gave her a kiss in the temple, "Goodnight, Andrea," he whispered and then, left.

He walked out her room and sat down the couch, all the while wondering what's with Andrea and her sudden distance. It is like a wall suddenly appeared between them and as the seconds tick off it grows stronger and thicker, making Lance worry about the future.

It is not like he can't live without Andrea; well he pretty much had lived his whole teen life without her even existing in this world. It was just that he can't imagine life without her, without the silly young girl who he was really fond of, the girl he had grown to love, the child who had healed his constant need for woman company through her whining and tantrums and childish needs, the girl who had loved more than anything in the world. But as he pondered on, Lance found himself thinking if that were his only reasons to be worried of Andrea, he felt a sudden urge to drink as another surge of worry coursed through his body like a huge tsunami.

"What is wrong with me?" he murmured to himself as he remained slouched on the couch and without even realizing it, he fell asleep.