Every five chapters it will be dual povs from both of them. I haven't updated in a month and I apologized. Please forgive me hope u enjoy :)

Chapter six: Andrew & Rachel

Teasing her never got old. She still had the same cute scowl when she was mad. Mom and Lydia came just in time to join us. I saw Rachel's mood change, she had a small smile and her posture was better. She took one glance at me, looked the other way and puffed her cheeks. It was fun, but we couldn't stay long, Lydia was getting tired so we had to go home. I was tired too. When we got home, I followed mom as she carried Lydia upstairs, I headed to my room, plopping down on my bed to squeeze in a nap before dinner.

"ANDREW, GET DOWN HERE!" Mom roared from downstairs, I lifted my head up from the pillow, I just closed my eyes. I grunted, laying my head back. Let's pretend I didn't hear her since I'm in a "deep sleep."

I closed my eyes again, I heard my room door swing open and a hard object hit my forehead. "Ow!"

"Mom says come downstairs!" Screeched Lydia, I heard her scurry away. Lifting myself up, I grabbed the object in question in front of me: her Barbie doll. I threw it to the side, standing and dragged my feet downstairs. When I reached the bottom, mom was by the door, talking to someone. I inched closer, dad was holding Lydia close. Mom kissed him over and over.

"Dad!" My eyes lit up, he was finally home.

"Hey, son." He straightened his uniform shirt before opening his arms. I walked up faster to join in for the group hug. He was home, safe, and sound.

Rachel:

By the time mom came home, she saw Mrs. Strong in the driveway, both were ecstatic to see each other, exchanging hugs and welcomes. I know this because I watched the entire exchange for ten minutes through the window before I got bored. Mom and dad came in an hour later, I didn't even know he was here. They came in and announced that we were having dinner with the Strongs tonight. They wanted all of us to catch up after all these years. I didn't want to see Andrew again, I just saw him three times today. Wasn't that enough? He already gave me sweaty palms. I let out a heavy sigh. It's just dinner. I could do dinner.

I had to fight with mom about what to wear. She wanted me to wear a dress, I wanted to wear jeans. We came to an agreement that I would wear the dress. It had to be knee length.

My outfit for the night: a flowy green dress. But I wore my black boots instead of heels.

As I was finishing my makeup, I heard mom yell for me to come downstairs. I yelled back, "OK!"

I gave myself one last look in the mirror, fluffed my hair and exited out the room to the stairs. My parents were talking to Mr. and Mrs. Strong.

Mr. Strong was still very handsome: salt and pepper hair, blue eyes and strong upper body, an older version of Andrew. He was out of his uniform. Casual but formal wearing grey slacks and a white button shirt, he wanted me to call him John instead of Mr. Strong. It was great to see him again.

Lydia looked adorable in her white and pink striped dress, Mrs. Strong was stunning in her blue dress. And Andrew, he looked gorgeous. Black slacks, blue button shirt and hair styled back a chill crept up my spine.

"Rachel, glad to see you again." He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. I grimaced but felt the heat rise from my body. I gave a tight fake smile pulling my hand away forcibly. I hope he wasn't going to sit next to me for dinner.

We all walked to the dinner table, mom told us we're having meatloaf with mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. I loved mom's mashed potatoes but she didn't really perfect her meatloaf, it's like eating a brick, luck might be on her side tonight. We all took our seats at the table, food already spread out with croissants and rolls, mom and dad were sitting together at the end. Lydia sat on the left with her dad, John and Lori Strong sat on the other side together. Which left me and Andrew. He took his seat, there was the last one, the empty chair next to his. I mentally rolled my eyes and sat down. I shifted away from him by two inches but he mirrored my movement. Great, it's gonna be one of those types of nights. Let time speed through.