heartbeat || andrew ridgeley and george michael

seven

we arrive at ariana's house and walk inside. george and andrew quietly sit on the couch and i run into ariana's room. "hi ariana!" i exclaim. "hi y/n!!" she responds, excitedly. "how are you?" i ask. "good! i'm making cookies, they're cooking downstairs!" ariana responds. "cool! let's go check on them." i say, grabbing ariana's hand and taking her downstairs. she looks over at the couch. "george?!" she exclaims. "hi honey!" george says, running towards her and kissing her. andrew and i look at each other and smile. i walk towards him and sit. "hey, andy?" i ask. "yeah y/n?" he says, putting his hand on my thigh. "do you wanna be my boyfriend?" i ask, looking andrew in the eyes. "of course, y/n. you're the most amazing woman i've ever seen." he responds. i kiss andrew on the lips and he pulls me onto his lap. "get a room." george says, laughing. "y'all came here to have fun not fuck-" ariana says, laughing at us. "sex is fun though..." george responds, looking at his girlfriend. "oh my god" andrew says, laughing. i get off of his lap. "check those cookies, ariana. they might be burning." i say. ariana goes to check the cookies. "they're burnt as hell." ariana says, laughing and pulling them out of the oven. they're literally black.

i walk over to her and grab a cookie. i throw it at andrew and it hits him in the chest. "y/n! oh my god!" he says, grabbing the cookie. "it's harder than-" andrew starts to say. "don't you dare say that andy." george says. "oh my god george! i wasn't gonna say that!" andy yells, throwing the rock hard cookie at george. "jeez andy, maybe you should be a fucking pitcher" george says. "when i'm angry, i'll gladly chuck a cookie at my best friend's face." andrew responds, laughing at george. "fuck you." george says. ariana and i are looking at each other, laughing. "stop throwing cookies, boys." ariana says, looking at both of the boys.