little nothings || a.b.

3.9

I meet Andy across campus and get into his car, sinking down into my seat. "Well, how was it?" He asks while backing into the road. "I'm just really tired." I whine. "Lay your head down." He says while patting the small cushion between our seats. I do as he said and use my arms as an extra cushion. He brings his hand up to me and plays with my hair as I close my eyes and relax. "You wanna stop by my place? I can make us food." He says. "Whatever is fine." I say quietly as I feel myself starting to doze off. 

I wake up as the car comes to a halt at Andy's house. 

He walks into the living room with a hot bowl of soup and hands it to me carefully. "Thank you." I say to him as he sits down next to me without a word. No words are exchanged for a while afterwards and all that is heard is the scraping of metal spoons on the bottom of glass bowls. 

"You seem really tense." Andy states as I finish my food. "Not really..." I trail off quietly, "I'm just exhausted." 

"And stressed." Andy adds while looking at me with annoyance.

"Sorry?" I say questionable.

"It's just got me concerned. You've got full shopping bags under your eyes."

I raise an eyebrow at him and he picks his nails, out of a nervous habit of course. I brush off his insult and put my empty bowl down on the coffee table just as his phone buzzes loudly. Faster than I realize it, he's on his feet. "I've got some stuff to do. You'll be alright here?" He asks me while shoving his phone into his back pocket. "Yeah?" I state in a confused tone. "Don't touch anything. I mean it. If you think I'm joking I'm really not." 

"Okay, daddy, you can leave." I snap at his demanding tone. He smiles at the use of the word, "I wouldn't say that. I have had a lot of experience with the name in the past." I roll my eyes, "Have you always been this perverted?" "Yes." He replies and with that turns away and walks into the kitchen. I decide to follow him, "Where are you going?" "Do some work, I already told you that." He doesn't bother to even turn around. "You can't just leave me at your house and not tell me where you're going or when you'll be back."

"Watch me." He says smugly. I stop in my tracks and storm back to the couch. All I hear is the rattling of keys and a door shut.

Still, shocked by his strange and extremely rude exit, I sit back and wonder what was on his phone. Is he going to meet someone? Feeling a bit nosy, I decide to take advantage of the situation - being alone in 

Andy's house. I end up climbing the stairs and opening the door to his exquisite room of paintings. As I walk in, I realize that some paintings are gone and fresh canvases are laying around uselessly. I frown at the emptiness, but turn to some of his current works. I sigh to myself. Why hide such a beautiful gift? 

More importantly, my thoughts pull on the personal meaning all of this has to him. What is it? I know I shouldn't push it out of Andy, but I can't help wanting to know.

I feel calm as I look around and walk to the painting closest to a large open window which is letting in a cool breeze; sadly the work is covered with a towel which immediately sparks my curiosity. The curtains waved gently at me as I approached. Gently, I lift the white cloth and examine the lack of color underneath it. There are two portraits, one of a young woman and one of a man who looks slightly older. My heart drops as I realize the resemblance between Andy and the man. These are his parents, they must be. Feeling a throb of guilt, I put the cloth down and walk out of the room. I look across the hall to see a large bookcase and a small bed. 

As soon as I walk in, a smell I can only describe as Andy overtakes me, with a dash of paint, of course. I run my fingers over the worn down spines of the books. I'm familiar with most of the titles, but there are a few I don't recognize. My eyes trail to his closet which mainly consists of black skinny jeans and white shirts. I smile at his diverse wardrobe.

I've never met anyone who makes such a simple, casual outfit look so good.

I tip toe down the stairs and yelp as I turn the corner. 

"Always in my business aren't you?" He is pissed.

"Not always." I defend.

"You're too fucking nosy. I should have known better than to leave you here! Now what where you doing?" He yells. 

"Nothing!" I fire back, but I can tell he's not having it. "Oh, no. You are going to tell me what the hell you were doing in my house. Snooping through my private documents, my medicine cabinet?" He is constantly getting closer to me and my heart is in my throat. 

"Why should I tell you what I was doing when you won't even tell me where you're going? Was it a quick hookup or something because that honestly wouldn't surprise me." My voice is a little louder than intended, but at the moment I don't care because everything about me digs under my skin and lights me on fire. 

"Even if it was why do you care?"

"I don't." I snap.

"Yes you do. I know you do." I roll my eyes and cross my arms knowing just what to say to make his blood boil even more than it already is. "I do not. I was supposed to be hanging out with Will at the gym today actually. We've been talking " 

"Oh, yeah, scrawny beach boy." He laughs to himself.

"He is not scrawny!" 

"Well, I suppose I should let you since I did just get with someone. "

I laugh knowing he has no clue what's about to come out of my my mouth. 

"Oh, really? Well, last time you said that you lied, so I'm not too sure what to say about that."

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