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Chapter 33 Couch

Andy's pov

I really hoped Lenny would start to get better after the first week. She let Jason know that she needed some time off from the musical and when he asked her why she announced to the whole cast that she'd been pregnant and that the night of the Halloween party she'd been ruffied, fallen and had a miscarriage. Then she walked out.

The whole cast was silent for about a minuet and then erupted into frantic gossip. Jason dragged me into the hall and started freaking out.

"How the hell am I going to do a show without my star?" He screamed. "Not that you're not my star either but we both know the girl makes the show."

"I don't know what you're gonna do," I responded gravely. "But you're gonna have to figure it out."

Jason tried to chase me down the hall but gave up after about three feet. I caught up with Lenny and insisted that we go out and get coffee or something. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and she smiled up at me. Her eyes have noticeable bags underneath them and she looks thinner than normal. She's still beautiful though.

At the moment we're stopping at a small street-side cafe and get some weird type of coffee blend. We sit down at a small table on the street corner and slowly sip our drinks.

"You okay?" She asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answer. "Are you?"

"I'm don't know," she looks out at the city.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a small Tiffany jewelry box and pass it to her across the table. "I kinda bought you this when we went to Tiffany's together but I couldn't think of a good time to give it you."

She blinks in surprise as she opens the box and sees the Tiffany key necklace.

"Andy,"

"I knew you liked it but I didn't want to give it to you and you think it was some declaration of love or something. I mean, I've made enough of those already and I can tell you're getting really annoyed with them so let's just say this is something I was going to give to you when we were both ready. I don't know if we are but this seemed like a good time for this," I ramble.

She smiles at me. "Its beautiful."

I smile back. I guess I could deal with being in the friend zone if she's this happy.

Lennon's pov

I'm not okay.

Burying my daughter was terrible and Aaron leaving was like the universe laughing in my face. I'm so sick of being depressed about everything that I went out to find some pills to lighten me up. I was honestly in the act of buying a small bag of ecstasy when I got a text from Andy and broke down in the alleyway. I still bought the drugs though. I promised God that I'd quit in rehab if he'd attempt to make my life a little less shity. Obviously there is no God.

The drugs are hidden under my mattress at Andy's. I'm pretty much living there now and even though I do have my own bedroom, I still sleep in Andy's bed. Probably because I've been having these nightmares about being told my baby died. I keep reliving the moment when I fell to the ground in what seemed to me like slow motion and crushed the life inside of me. My baby's blood splattering the floor while I watched in awe and dismay at what I'd done.

The necklace is just the cherry on top of this fucked up shit cake of my and Andy's relationship. I want to smack him for spending so much damn money, but I also want to jump across the table and fuck him in the middle of Time Square. Aaron said he's my band aid. I always though Aaron was the band aid. He came around when I needed a good stress relief sex and all my problems would be solved when we were done. He just fixed everything.