Kickoff for Love by Amelia Whitmore Page B

was going on in my life, Andy managed to make me forget and only focus on him; and the way I feel around him. 
    If somebody had told me two weeks ago that I'd fall for one of my father's football players, make an ass of myself multiple times, become a needy girlfriend, and then that I'd have to move back in with my mother; I'd have called them crazy. Now, my reality was crashing down on me and Andy was the only thing keeping me grounded. 
    "Thank you for being here.” I whispered. 
    I felt him grin against my hair. "Whenever you need me, I'll be there. No matter what,” He told me. I knew he meant it too. Often, people say things to console people. Andy wasn't doing that, though. I felt like crying a mixture of sad and sweet tears, but I kept them back. 
    "I love you, Andy.” I told him, twisting a little to look at him. His eyes stared deeply into mine, telling me without words that the feeling was more than mutual.  I reached up and pressed my lips against his, tasting the aftertaste of Pepsi. He must have been drinking one before I called him. I pulled back slightly.  "You taste like pop.” I told him, licking my lips. 
    His eyes followed the movement of my lips and a hungry look came across his face. I watched his adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped. "You taste of apples.” He informed me. I giggled, thinking of how much apple juice I had that morning. 
    "I love it when you make that noise.” He said as his arms wrapped themselves tighter around my waist. 
    "What sound?" I asked innocently. 
    "Any sound you make,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss me again. His lips were hard against mine, yet soft at the same time. One of his hands worked its way up to my hair and knotted his fingers in it. I felt his tongue swipe across my bottom lip, asking for access to my mouth. I moaned lightly, not yet used to the sparks Andy could ignite in me, and felt his tongue enter my mouth. 
    I'd had boyfriends in the past, but none of them could kiss me like Andy could. He made me feel like I was drowning, unable to find oxygen for my lungs. The feeling was so delicious that air could take a hike for all I cared. 
    My thoughts, unfortunately, drifted to wondering how much longer I had to do this with him. Would my mother win in a custody battle? If she did, I'd end up moving to Oklahoma with her. I'd only get to see Andy a couple times a year, which would be heartbreaking. 
    With that, my mood was ruined. I pushed him away lightly, tears in my eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, clearly concerned that he'd done something wrong. I just shook my head and apologized. 
    "I'm sorry. I just started thinking that we might not have much time left together. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it. Now I can't stop thinking about it.” I told him, regret laced in my voice. He gave me a sad, but understanding, smile. 
    "It's okay honey. We'll get through this, though. Coach wouldn't let anybody take you now. Plus, your birthday is in less than a couple of months; you'll be eighteen then.” He reminded me. My eyes lit up. It felt like a breath of fresh air. 
    "You're right,” I told him happily. If anything, I'd move in with my mom for a few weeks, and then move back as soon as my birthday came around. 
    Before I could share my logic with Andy, even though he'd technically put it in my mind, Dad walked in the room. The look on his face didn't look like he'd gotten good news. He sat down at the end of my bed, running a hand down his face. "The lawyer says that there's no proof of child abandonment. They can't bring a case up against her, especially since you've lived with me for so long and you're almost a legal adult.” He said, looking disappointed in himself. 
    I just nodded; feeling like a piece of my heart was broken. "Okay,” I said my voice heavy with tears. I cleared it. "She said that she sent some bus tickets in the mail. I'm supposed to be there by the end of the week.” I told him, tears falling