❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
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JUST FOR A NIGHT
"I'VE seen worse," Scott tried to remain optimistic as the group stepped off of the bus, arriving at a motel that they were going to stay for the night.
Stiles narrowed his eyes exasperatedly, scoffing, "Where have you seen worse?"
Andrea currently stood next to Isaac, holding onto the boy's hand tightly while staring at the shabby, old motel in front of them. It seemed to have been a pretty nice place long ago, only to change into a dark, disgusting, practically deserted place.
"Listen up!" coach called out, earning the students' attention. "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely."
Isaac glanced down at Andrea with an eyebrow raised, silently asking her if she wanted to share a room. But before she managed to answer, Nathan had came up to the couple, glaring at the boy, "No."
The curly haired boy let out a long sigh, and Andrea only shrugged. Grinning when seeing how exasperated Isaac seemed by the situation. She grabbed one of the keys in coach's hand, with Stiles right behind her.
"And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
Andrea couldn't help but snicker when glancing at Isaac, "At least that won't be a problem for us. Right, Isaac?"
The Lahey boy leaned down, whispering to her, "You're going to be the death of me, Laurent."
"Sure are," the girl answered lightly, giggling as she pushed Isaac to the direction where his roommate—Boyd—was going.
Someone had tapped the girl's shoulder, making her spun around only to see Lucas—who didn't join the bus ride because he was driving Allison's car—staring at the motel in disgust. He frowned, muttering, "What the hell is this?"
"I don't know, Ace," Andrea sighed.
"This place looks like bad news," he mumbled, his gaze not leaving the motel. "Seriously, if death had a scent ... I think this would be it. You owe me one for making me sleep here."
Andrea shrugged, "Well, you can sleep in the bus if you'd like."
"Haha, very funny," Lucas rolled his eyes, slightly shoving the girl away. "Let's go."
She stepped toward the direction of her room along with Lucas, only to stop when noticing that Allison and Lydia weren't going inside.
Andrea spun around, only to find Allison staring at Lydia in confusion, "Lydia?" the Argent girl called out.
