Make You Mine

Beating Myself Up

Andrew's POV

As I was driving away from BreAnna's, I could not stop crying. I keep seeing the look in her eyes, and the sound of her uncontrollable crying.

I just want to turn around and tell her I made a mistake. I feel so ashamed, That I put my career before BreAnna. Far as I know, Papa Clooney could be bluffing.

I pulled into my driveway, Wiped the tears off my face before getting out of the car.

As soon as I got into the house, I got a text, From the one and only, Mr. George Clooney. How the fuck did he get my number.

George: "Did you follow my advice?"

Me: "Yes, and your daughter is crushed."

George: "She'll get over it."

Me: "You're a really caring father, I have to tell ya."

George: "Sarcasm, Will get you nowhere."

George:"Well as long as you don't try and contact my daughter again, My job here is done."

I didn't give him the satisfaction of a response.

Then I picked up the phone and called Norman. When he picked up, I asked him if he could come over. He said he would.

While I waited for Norman, I poured myself a rather big glass of whiskey. I was sipping on it when Norman walked through the door.

"What's going on Man? You sounded upset on the phone." Norman asked me, Looking conserned.

He sat down and I told him everything, From what George had said to me at his house, To breaking up with BreAnna.

"Shit Andy, That's harsh." He said, Talking about what BreAnna's dad did to her.

"Will you hang out for awhile?"

"Absolutely,"

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BreAnna's POV

What happened? I thought Everything was going so good bewteen us. How could he say he didn't love me? I don't believe him. I think he's scared of loving me.

Two weeks later,

Things were starting to get back to normal. Even though I was still crying myself to sleep at night. I missed Andrew so much.

I know the cast of The Walking Dead should have returned this past week. That means I have a bigger chance of running into Andrew now.

I had just got home from work, When there was a knock at my door. When I opened the door, I was surprised To see Jeffrey Dean Morgan standing there holding a bottle of wine.

"I heard you might need a drinking buddy." He said, Holding up the bottle of wine.

I must of given him a confused look, Because he started to explain that Norman told him about Andrew and I breaking up.

"Oh, ok, I said laughing, I'm doing okay, but I could use a drinking buddy, Come on in."

"Show me to your wine glasses my dear." Jeffrey said, in a funny voice.

"Right this way." I said, still laughing.

We sat on the couch and talked, Until I realized it was one o'clock in the morning. "Oh Jeffrey, Don't you have to be on set tomorrow? I didn't mean to keep you so late."

"Nah, We don't start shooting until Monday morning. I still have two days to be your drinking buddy." He said laughing.

He looked at me for a minute. Then started out, "You know, The day at Comic Con, When you and Andrew were having that argument at the bar?" "Yeah, I'm sorry about that by the way."

No, That's fine, but I wanted to get you away from him, Then I heard something about Andrew being a dominant. Was that true?"

"Yes, and I was on board with it, I actually liked it, Realizing that the alcohol was making me very honest.

"Really? Like the whole whips and chains kinda deal?"

"No, Not whips and chains. Like Spanking, hair pulling and being submissive. I explained.

"Wow, Crazy, He said, Looking at my lips.

"You wanna kiss me don't you?" I said outright.

He laughed, How did you know?"

"You were staring at my lips." I said honestly.

"Well, You're right, but I wasn't sure if you were ready for that, Since you and what's his name broke up." He said smirking.

I'm not sure either, Why don't we try it out and see." I said biting my lip.

"Absolutely, He replied.