Andrew's POV: I believed Tina to an extent when she had said we would be working with some high end individuals but do you want to know what i didn't expect. An interview with FUCKING ANDREA GARCIUS, For the incels that might not know who the literal goddess Andrea Garcius is, here's a brief introduction.
"Andrea Garcius is one of the most renouned journalist, she is known as the "ruiner of public fame". Her eyeliner is always on point and she's the only journalist to ever win a Public Gossip award. Basically she is gossip Royalty. She asks all the questions the public wants to know, she is the public. " Sharnell's words, not mine
This is scarier than the time i went live with Jimmy Tarton.
"DESMOND" i yelled from the dresser as i listened to the shower continuosly run. The only reply i got was a gargle. "Are you fighting with the showerhead?". All of a sudden, the water stopped and the sliding of glass doors were heard before he exited from the bathroom in a baby blue towel.
"You needed me?" He questioned as he entered the closet (yes entered the closet) rich people ass hotel.
"the outfits alright, right?"
I watched as he poked his head out of the closet probably examining my Death note hoodie and baggy black sweatpants. He shook his head before chuckling then going back into the closet.
"WHAT?!" I squeaked following him into the closet.
This idiot walked into the closet without turning on the lights.
"Turn on the lights fool" i murmured as i walked in still looking for him. "Nah" someone whispers into my neck. You know how they say in horror movies, white people are always the ones running into the monsters or accepting defeat immediately. I beg to differ, i bent down and grabbed the first thing i could feel and whacked it in the persons face. "ARGH, JESUS CHRIST" desmond yelled as he dropped to the ground clutching his nose. He started muttering something in a language i didn't understand.
I switched on the dangling lightbulb before bending down and cupping his face in my hands. "aww booboo, you huwt?" I whined in mock symphaty. He shot me a devious glare, dropped a black turtleneck and wine barret in my hand and pushed me out.
I stared at the combo and heaved a sigh of relief, thank lord it wasn't red, it would have spoilt my demeanor.
Do you want to know what i love about turtlenecks especially fitted ones. I get to flex my biceps without actually flexing them. I stare at myself in the mirror before bulging out my left and right biceps while flexing my abs.
"We get it, captain america" desmonds grins from behind me. My face immediately turns a deep red as all my pride dissolves into embarassment. I hide my face behind my elbow.
"You look amazing " desmond whispers in my neck as he runs his hands down my arms before kissing the crook of my neck.
Now that i see him through the mirror. I want to melt into a puddle of mush. I am not short in the slightest. Im 6'3 on a bad day. The fact that this man is cowering over me leaves a constant reminder that i need to eat more beans. "We look like a gym couple" i snicker turning around and dropping my head on his chest.
He returns my laughter "Are there gym couples?" . I raise up my head and stare at him with a serious look which turns sympathetic. "Damn, do you know anything about couple dynamics?" He raises both his shoulders before dropping them back down then mouthing "nope".
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FanficAndrew seems to be having problems, not normal scratch you're head problems, noo its different, the one person he doesnt want back in his life is back and andrew is trying his best not to fall for his scheme again, will he?
