"I can't when you don't even care.."
"I never said I didn't care!"
"But you don't!"
Once they were enemies, now they're lovers. Let's see what happens four years later. Have they been able to keep themselves together? Have the stayed together? What...
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Give your heart to a sailor, who fell for the storms in your soul -Ariana
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Being friends was awkward. We almost didn't know how to act after putting a label on ourselves. What usually happened between us was easy affection, nothing past a limit. Very sweet arm touches, cheek kisses on occasion, and just being us. But now the word friends got in the way.
Andy was careful not to touch me when we passed, and I was careful not to be naturally affectionate. Somehow us not coming into any sort of normal contact left both of us very tense. Normally and sexually. Although the sexual tension had just suddenly registered in my mind after the drunken kiss. It went on for half of the weekend. Andy was off until Wednesday and I couldn't tell if he liked being home, or if he completely dreaded it.
I had random things I did throughout the weekend, the photoshoot being first out of many. Every time I would come home I'd find Andy moping around staring at a wall, eating something, or one time watching Tv upside in my hoodie. I didn't question anything, mostly not wanting to have a another hard conversation, but he just kept getting more and more bored.
It was Sunday when I got off at twelve going home after. We needed to go to the store, but I didn't want to go without Andy. One because it had been a long time since we went to the store together, and two I was going to save him from boredom in his own apartment.
