𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ andy; arrangements

I tap lightly on the window, raindrops like stars in the sky on the cold glass. The short haired woman spins in alarm, green eyes widening further at my grinning face. She locks her door and runs over to me - opening the window and dragging my frozen figure inside.

"Y/N, I've told you you're not allowed to be here." She whispers, pulling out some of her clothes to replace my saturated ones. The warm light of her lantern reflects around the room causing a sparkle in her eyes and her slightly parted lips to shine.

"I'm... sorry?" I'm not. But judging by the eyebrow raise she's giving me, my lie is completely obvious. "I'm sorry okay, I just- I."

"You what?" She sighs. I can sense her exhaustion and immediately feel guilty for intruding on her home. When you're homeless it's hard to find a place to stay, and other people can be very territioral. But not Andy. She gave me a place to stay when I was at my worst.

"Wanted to see you. Know that you're okay." I explain carefully. I can't let too much slip, about my attraction to her that is. She'd been gone for a while recently, my enterance through the backdoor locked and the church empty. She usually snook me in around 1am and I left around 6am. Those five hours here with her: my safe haven. She's the reason I continue to apply for jobs and keep living in these hellish conditions.

"I shouldn't have gotten angry. That's my bad." She admits, squeezing the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Go shower before you get hypothermia."

I sigh in defeat. She's mad. I remove the dripping clothes I sport and step into the warmth of the shower she managed to install and get running. They even have a TV. The hot water runs down my back, taking dirt and soot from the chimney sweeping I'm condemned to doing with it.

I lather myself with enough product so it's scent lasts around a week and rinse. Andy's clothes are laid neatly on the chair in the corner and I pull them on. Her T-shirt swallows my figure and the joggers are a tad large. They smell like her though so I'll make an exception. She knocks on the door before peeking her head in. I smile sweetly and thank her.

I climb into the bed hair starting to frizz as it drys. Andy slides in with me and turns off the light. We lay in silence and I stare at the ceiling. The darkness clouds me as it did when my parents kicked me out and the unemployment streak came along, no one was there to guide me, to light the way. But now I have the beacon of light right next to me.

"Andy?" I whisper.

"Mhm?" She hums half asleep.

"I got the job as security." I swallow. She's eerily quiet. I feel a sudden warmth at my hand before it covers the whole left side of my body. Her dark hair is on my chest and arms wrapped around me.

"I'm so proud of you." She mutters. I smile at the warmth covering my body and her soft words. Her body relaxes as she falls into a deep sleep, chest rising as falling against me. I miss being able to see her big green eyes, they are concealed from me in this darkness. I will never see them again after today.

"This was supposed to be a simple arrangement, but I'm in love with you Andy."