SI Note: Hey people! I posted another chapter! This one’s not nearly as long as I wanted it to be but I’m short on time and need to work on summer reading for school. GRRRRRRR… Makes me mad. School starts on the 28th and I still have papers to write, so…. I’m completely screwed. I still managed to find the time to write a chapter even though I’m buried in papers and reading that still needs done. I better get some reviews for my effort!

The song in this chapter is called: “My Confession” by Josh Groban. He is an amazing singer… I recommend him.

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Warning: Nope… none really. You learn a little more of Andy’s past though.

Chapter 5: My Confession

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Monday morning found Andy rattling around at five thirty, making himself some breakfast. He was very nervous and kept dropping items from his shaking hands. He turned on his stereo, not caring about what his neighbor downstairs would think. He knew Tina would probably just roll over or come downstairs and keep him company. He hit play on the box and was startled when his own voice came back through to him over the sound of a Spanish guitar. He must have forgotten to take the CD out from when Dom was over.

I have been blind, unwilling to see

The true love you're giving.

I have ignored every blessing.

I'm on my knees confessing

Tina sat out on the fire escape listening to her new friend’s soothing voice floating out of the window. It was early, the sun had yet to rise, but she found herself content to just listen for once. The words were painfully beautiful, speaking of love, but she sensed an undercurrent of sadness.

That I feel myself surrender

Each time I see your face.

I am staggered by your beauty,

Your unassuming grace.

And I feel my heart is turning,

Falling into place.

I can't hide

Now hear my confession.

To Andy, who was calming down as he let the music carry him away as always, the song spoke of a time in his life where he had everything. He felt guilty about his past and had written this song after an eventful night of confessing to the local priest. Andy had loved to sit in the chapel when he was a teenager. He would help restore the ancient building when he had free time. He had quickly become friends with the father there and could be found most afternoons in the aging man’s office having tea.

I have been wrong about you.

Thought I was strong without you.

For so long nothing could move me.

For so long nothing could change me.

Slowly Andy began to sing along with the recording, but he sang in a harmony. Tina jerked when she heard the red head singing a duet with the CD. She decided that morning, that there was definitely a tragic past of her musician, what it was however, was anyone’s guess.

Now I feel myself surrender

Each time I see your face.

I am captured by your beauty,

Your unassuming grace.

And I feel my heart is turning,

Falling into place.

I can't hide

Now hear my confession.

To the priest he had spoken of his great love for Robert, and the troubles of his past. He spoke of his father, who was abusive of him and his siblings. He spoke of the pain of watching his mother succumb to depression and being forced to watch his little sister and brother pulled from him at the orphanage. It was a time for internal battles and Andy had let out the final wave within that tiny confessional. The father hadn’t blamed him for anything, just sat there and offered comfort.

You are the air that I breathe.

You're the ground beneath my feet.

When did I stop believing?

Tina began to feel a trickle down her cheek and realized that she was crying. Hastily she wiped away the tear and crawled, silently, through the window. She came up behind Andy, who was making himself an omelette, and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. She didn’t say anything neither did he. All the musician did was beat two more eggs and made Tina an omelette of her own.

Cause I feel myself surrender

Each time I see your face.

I am staggered by your beauty,

Your unassuming grace.

And I feel my heart

Falling into place.

I can't hide

Now hear my confession.

I can't hide

Now hear my confession.

Hear my confession

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‘Oh bloody god oh bloody god oh bloody god oh bloody god oh bloody god oh bloody god oh bloody god’ was the only coherent thought Andy could get to go through his head the first day of school.

He was going to teach his class 8th and 9th periods. It was only third. Poor Andy had a bit to wait. Luckily Dom, whose classroom was just across the hall, stuck his head in, distracting Andy from his perpetual circle of doom. “Hey, Nervous… I thought I could feel you shaking from my room.”

“Don’t you have a class?” Andy replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Planning period. Mind if I come in?”

“Not at all. I was about to put the, well I don’t think it counts as putting the kettle on… I was about to make some tea… do you want any?” Dom chuckled at his new friend’s correction and agreed.

“I have a question.” Andy said, sitting down while waiting for the tea to steep.

“Ask away…” Dom replied.

“If I teach 2 periods a day, both at the end of the day…”

“Yes?”

“Why do I have to bloody well be here at 6 in the bloody morning?!”

“Maybe you should take it up with George?”

“Nah… I’ll just hang out around talking to people.” Dom just laughed at that and threw his hands up in defeat.

“I’ve got a class next period if you want to sit in the back.” The history teacher suggested as he accepted his tea. He blew over it to cool it down a bit before taking a sip, not noticing that Andy had watched every move of his lips.

‘This only serves to prove my earlier assumption… this is going to be a VERY long year.’ Andy was thinking trying, futilely, to control his mind. “Actually I think that I’ll go hang out in the office or play the piano a bit. Though, at some point in the year, when you get to the American Revolution… I’d be happy to give a Brit’s point of view.”

“I will have to take you up on that offer.” Dom replied with a smile. The two relaxed in the musician’s office until the bell rang for the change of classes.

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After talk: Sorry… I’ll put his first class in the next chapter along with his lunch with Tina and a few of her friends. I love you!

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