it's eleven o'clock at mars rock on the first day of summer break, and andrew's gusty thing has been coming and going all day. as more and more people flock into the small club, she feels it sink down into the ground.
however, here she is, slurping the leftover casserole soup at the bar and realizing why there are so many leftover servings.
"...and the study guide was like, ten pages long!" eliza groans into her phone, throwing her free hand into the air. this, of course, hits andy's hand and causes her to spill half her mug's thick content onto her black t-shirt . eliza whips around, and her jaw drops for a moment.
"andy, i'm so sorry. do you need help-"
"eli, i think i'm fine. i'll be back, ok?" andy huffs, putting the mug down and getting up.
"jay, can i use the staff bathroom?" she calls out to the older girl, who is currently flirting with may.
"yea," jay begins turning away from may, eyes widening when they land
on andy's shirt." oh honey. oh."
andy bites her lip and quickly rushes to the door with 'employee only' plated on it. and now, clutching her shirt, she pushes the door open to see none other than matty leaning against the sink and smoking.
gutsy was most definitely in the ground now.
she's not speaking and he's just staring at her. he was right yesterday; he definitely remembers a face like hers. his jean jackets sleeves are rolled up, and his henley is dirty white. she clears her throat, and he raises his eyebrows.
"uh, can i?" she nods towards the sink, and he scoots down so he's not blocking it. she soaks a paper towel and scrubs at her shirt in silence.
"that's a nasty stain right there," he comments with a chuckle, taking a long drag after. she smiles downward and dabs again.
"it's not going to come out, love," he grins goofily, standing up straight and flicking his cigarette into the sink.
"still," andy almost inaudibly says, turning her gaze up to him. he's taking off his jacket and her brows are raising.
"here," he tells her, his voice muffled as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his pale chest. her eyes widen as she scans over his tattoos, embarrassed at the fact that she can't stop looking. he's holding out the henley, shaking when she still hasn't moved.
"are you sure?"
" 'course i am," he simply states, tossing the shirt her way. he slides back on his jacket as she timidly takes off her stained shirt, thanking god she decided on a bra that morning.
"uh, thanks," she mumbles, harshly gripping his henley. he nods, and his eyes quickly go down to her bralette covered chest. instantly, he turns around and scratches his neck. she bites her lip again as she slips into his large shirt, trying to hide a smile. 'cause how would she have expected this? twenty four hours after he first looks at her, she's already in his clothes. wow.
"b.c., right?" matty inquires, referring to their school. she nods.
"m'matthew healy."
"andrew fletcher."
"andrew fletcher? so like, " he begins, and she's already rolling her eyes in her mind. she hates that absolutely everyone comments on her gendered name. "you've got a first name for a last name?"
"i guess so," she giggles. the boy of her dreams did not mention she was an andrew rather than an annie, and she is overjoyed to say the least.
"well, i guess i better get out there now," he speaks, pointing towards the door.
"o-oh yea, of course."
"nice meetin' you fletcher," matty smiles widely, lightly punching her shoulder and exiting the small room.
after he is gone, she is still left staring at the door in awe of what happened.
"the pleasure is all mine."
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i have no clue what i'm doing writing this, but it's cute to me.
hopefully some likes it too???
