92. My Favorite Ferrari.

Mia.

The moment I entered Andrew's living room, the first thing that stroke me was the grand nature of the space. The ceiling was high and adorned with intricate crown molding, giving the room a sense of grandeur. The walls were painted a pale blue color, with large windows allowing plenty of natural light to flood the room.

It was dotted with potted plants, adding a touch of nature and life to the otherwise sophisticated space. The curtains were made of a sheer white fabric, billowing gently in the breeze coming from the open windows. These are details that I was unable to very much notice the last time I came, due to his mother of course.

While Andrew and I sat on the couch in the living room, I couldn't help but keep noticing how excited he was about my dad. He had been talking nonstop about how cool he was and how much he admired him. I couldn't blame him though, my dad was pretty amazing. He was a cool and handsome man according to the societal standards and also a huge football fan, which Andrew seemed to appreciate since he had just secured two tickets to a football game.

I soon had to just suggest that Andrew give one of the tickets to my dad since I know how much he loves football and his face lit up at the idea so much that I felt a small twinge of jealousy. I know, it sounded silly, but I couldn't help feeling a bit left out. It seemed like Andrew and my dad were bonding more than Andrew and I were.

As if sensing my thoughts, Andrew turned to me with a grin and said, "You know Mia, I think I might have a little man crush on Mr. Ferrari." I rolled my eyes and let out a small laugh. I had told him countless times to call my dad by his name instead of "Mr. Ferrari," but Andrew just couldn't help himself.

I watched as Andrew pulled out his phone and started typing away, probably sending a text to my dad about the football tickets. Dad had made sure he got his number, saying he felt safer knowing that he could put a call through to him at anytime, I couldn't help but feel a little left out of the conversation. I mean, I was right there next to him, but it felt like I wasn't even in the room.

To break the silence, I joked, "You know, Andrew, if you're really into my dad, maybe you should consider dating him instead of me." Andrew's eyes widened in mock surprise, and he placed a hand on his chest. "Wow, Mia, that's not a bad idea. Your dad is pretty awesome," he said with a smile.

I smacked him playfully on the shoulder, pretending to be outraged. "Hey, I'm right here, you know," I said with a laugh. Andrew leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't worry, Mia, you're still my favorite Ferrari," he said with a wink.

I couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. It was nice to know that even though Andrew and my dad were getting along so well, he still cared about me. And who knows, maybe my dad and Andrew's newfound friendship would bring us all closer together too.

I was joking around with Andrew, my mood very much lifted, but suddenly, the principal walked in and I could immediately feel a shift in the room as my eyes met with hers. His mom had always given me a cold stare, and I couldn't help but feel like she had a personal vendetta against me. Her presence had cast a gloomy cloud over the room, and I couldn't shake off the feeling.

Andrew noticed the sudden change in my demeanor and tried to cheer me up, but it was no use. His jokes and lightheartedness couldn't override my negative thoughts. I wondered why the principal had a problem with me, I had never done anything to warrant her disdain. Perhaps it was because of my association with Andrew, who had previously caused trouble with his old group of friends. Or maybe it was something else entirely, I couldn't put my finger on it.

Regardless of the reason, the principal's presence had ruined the rest of my day. Andrew tried his best to lift my spirits, but the damage had been done. I couldn't help but dwell on the negative energy that had permeated the room, and my thoughts became clouded with worries and anxieties. I hoped that the principal's hostility towards me would fade away eventually, but for now, it had put a damper on an otherwise pleasant day. Soon, I decided to leave his place and I was at home in a jiffy too.

The night had fallen and I was in my bed when I started to hear a familiar voice calling my name,

It was some second later though that I was able to recognize that it was Andrew's voice calling my name. I made my way to the window and slid it open, letting in the cold night air. Andrew stood outside, holding a lunch box and wearing a silly grin.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised.

“I just wanted to cheer you up,” he replied, holding out the lunch box. “I brought you some cookies.”

I smiled despite myself and took the box from him. “How did you get past my father's security?” I ask, curious.

Andrew's grin widens. “I can be really quiet and sneaky when I need to be,” he said.

I give him a skeptical look, and he laughed. “Okay, I lied to them and said your father was expecting me. Luca knew I was lying, but he let me through anyway.”

I nodded, impressed. “Yeah, he's really perceptive like that. But why did you come here?”

“I wanted to hang out with you,” He said simply. “And I brought you cookies.”

I rolled my eyes, but could not help but feel a little touched. “Okay, fine. But let's not talk about my dad or any adults at all, they're kind of boring.”

“Agreed,” Andrew said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “So..”

We spent the rest of the evening snacking on cookies and chatting about our favorite movies and TV shows. I was surprised by how easy it was to talk to Andrew, and I found myself opening up to him in a way I never have with anyone else.

As the hour grew late, Luca knocked on my window and told Andrew it was time to go. We said our goodbyes, and I asked Luca not to tell my dad about Andrew’s visit.

“Can't make any promises,” Luca said, grinning. “But I'll make sure to lock your window before I go.”

I smile, feeling grateful for their concern. “Thanks, Luca. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mia,” we both said in unison, and I closed the window, feeling warm and content.