The Andrew Complex

TAC: 8

Lena’s POV:

“He kissed you?” Adam asks, shocked. The kitchen was pretty quiet because Andrew and Tessa were still passed out in their respective bed rooms, probably about to wake up with painful hangovers. I nod once and drop bacon into my pan, sighing.

“Yeah, but I don’t think he knew that he was kissing me.” I say reluctantly, blushing when I remembered the kiss.

“What?” Adam asks, confusion clear in his tone.

I shake my head, “It was a mistake. He was totally wasted last night - I don’t blame him.” Adam snorts and walks next to me and I see him shaking his head out of the corner of my eye.

“Besides,” I say, flipping over the pieces of bacon. “I don’t even like him.”

Adam chuckles, “Are we seriously back to that again? Seriously?”

I shrug, “Back to what? It’s what I’ve been thinking since I met him.”

“But -”

“Just because I’m good for someone doesn’t mean that they want me - and what if I don’t want them?”

“You do.” Adam says, completely serious.

I turn around and stare at him, open mouthed. “How are you gonna tell me who I do and do not like?” I snap, glaring.

Adam backs away jokingly, his hands in the air. “Didn’t mean any offense - man, you’re pretty prickly.”

You would be too, if the guy that you have a stupid crush on finally kissed you but he thought you were somewhere else. But, like always, I opted to say something else, “This comes from taking care of two drunken idiots for half the night.”

Adam grins, “I take care of one of those drunken idiots every night. You’d think by now, Andrew would’ve gotten better at holding his liquor.”

I snicker, “He’s a wimp, obviously.”

Silence drops like a comfortable blanket in my kitchen and a couple minutes later, Andrew pads in, his eyes squeezed shut, his muscles rippling underneath his shirt. I turn away before Adam can see me drool and blush.

I turn around and my eyes land on his six pack and I can literally feel myself blushing harder. I wince and push the plate to him. “That’s yours.” I mutter, trying to look everywhere but at Andrew. Somewhere in the kitchen, Adam is snickering and I bite the inside of my cheek, doing everything I can to hold myself back from throwing my pan at his head. I can feel Andrew’s gaze on my head but thankfully it drops when Adam comes over to pass him a fork and knife.

Tessa shuffles in muttering something that I don’t bother to decipher and soon, the kitchen falls silent again but this time, there’s an awkward tension that lingers in the room. Tessa gets up abruptly and I jump in my seat at the sudden noise. “What the hell is going on in here?” She whisper-yells, careful not to speak too loud. “You two,” She connects a line between Andrew and I, “aren’t even looking at each other. And Adam is sitting over there giggling like he knows something that I don’t - which is impossible, right, Lena?” I grimace and muster up an awkward smile. Suddenly, Andrew’s head snaps up and his eyes meet with mines, his eyes wide with horror his posture stiff. I shut my eyes - he knows.

“Can I - can I talk to you?” He says.

“No, you can’t. You can talk to her in front of -” Tessa snaps, wincing as she does so.

“Sure.” I cut her off and walk around the island. I can feel the tips of my ears heating up and wince, wishing that I could magically hide how red I am.