little nothings || a.b.

4.1

"You're going to have to help me with this whole relationship thing." Andy chuckles lightly as we sit on the couch. "Don't I have to meet your parents or something?"

I laugh, my eyes widening, "How about we take this one small step at a time?" The last thing I want to imagine is my mother's reaction when finding out that I'm dating Andy. She's very, very judge mental and the tattoos and piercings would be a little too much for her to handle at first sight. I, personally, love them, but she would never try to understand that. I don't think I can handle a fight with my mother about the matter at the moment.

My whole childhood, I was always so scared to talk to my mom and be open with her because I was scared of what she would think. It made me feel worthless, and I would hate my mom to make Andy feel that way. I know she will. She wouldn't ever shut her mouth. She has no empathy whatsoever. Although Andy wouldn't really mind, it would still bother me.

I see him smile out of the corner of my eye, "Are you scared for that?" I shrug, attempting to not make a big deal out of the issue. "A bit. Not because of you, more because of my family. They're not really into tattoos and those types of things. I don't want them to judge you unjustly." Andy hums quietly to himself, not saying a word.

"What about your parents?" I ask him.

"I moved away." He explains shortly. He never really says too much. The only time I've ever really seen him explain something is last night.

I frown. "You can meet my aunt and uncle though." He says quietly. For once he looked on the positive side. "Oh. We should go visit sometime. Where do they live?" I ask. "A few hours away." His voice is flat and plain. I can tell the subject is getting touchy, so I decide to change it.

"I have more finals tomorrow and no clothes, or anything that I need at all, actually." I start to panic as the thought spreads across my mind. I have no makeup, or a toothbrush, or floss-

"You can just wear some of my stuff, I have an extra sweater and my jeans may fit you." He offers. I shrug, "Some big sweatpants are fine too."

He laughs, "You and your terrible taste in clothes."

As soon as I wake up in the morning, I head to the shower. Andy and I had fallen asleep on the couch, so I stay in the shower a bit longer to help my aching muscles. I lazily towel dry my hair, leaving it messily damp. Luckily, Andy has an extra toothbrushe, so I use that then trudge down the stairs in a pair of Andy's sweatpants and a large, fluffy sweater. I find myself disappointed that it all doesn't smell like him.

I walk into the kitchen to see that Andy has cooked breakfast. "Good morning." I tell him. "It's not good, it's the morning. I usually don't function before 8:30." He groans as I laugh. "Well, welcome to the five o'clock hour." He huffs, "I don't see why you got up so early. We could have slept in a whole extra hour and still been on time." As much as I try to be a cheerful morning person, I get agitated easily in the morning. "I got up early because you live far away and we will have to leave an hour early, possibly earlier."

"Control freak." he mutters under his breath. My eyes dart to him although his back is turned to me. He always has to start something. What happened to the work he's supposed to be putting into this?

"I am not." I snap as I sit down in front of my plate of hot pancakes. They would probably taste so much better if I was in a good mood. I reach across the bar and grab the small bottle of maple syrup, drenching my buttermilk pancakes in it. Somewhat like Andy drenches my good moods.

"Yes! You are. I have never seen anyone who needs to control every aspect of their life as much as you do. Everything always has to be in perfect order and if it's not, it's completely wrong." He turns on a blender that he's been packing stuff into for the past few minutes, so I can't snap back to his snarky, very unnecessary comments.

I hop off of the tall stool and make my way to the fridge to possibly find some kind of drink. "Hey, hey." He says as I grab a small bottle of water. "What, Andy?"

He hands me a tall, glass cup filled with a thick, chocolatey liquid. Sticking out of it is a big red and white straw. "A chocolate milkshake?" I ask him. He nods. "Why?" I laugh while taking it out of his hands. The glass is shockingly cold on my warm skin. "I remembered at the diner, that one night we went out with Dani, when you drank yours faster than the speed of light. I thought I would make you one because you really seemed to like them." A small giggle escapes my lips, "You actually remember that?" His eyebrows furrow in confusion, "Why would I not?" I shrug it off and sip on my delicious drink. He really is trying, isn't he?

In the car, I turn down his heavy metal music after a small argument. I breeze over my notes as Andy and I sit in silence.

"Thank you." I tell him as I go to close the car door. He nods a bit and my heart lightens. He actually acknowledged my thanks for once. "I'll call you later."

"Scarlet."

"Yes?" I pause before I go to shut his car door.

"I love you."

"I love you, Andy."

His cheeks flush as he looks down, I saw his cheeks lift letting me know that he's smiling. I rush to class and sit down. My pulse quickens while I go over all of the material I've been memorizing for weeks in my head, forgetting things I shouldn't be.

Being one of the first ones in the room, I sit down in the silence and plug in my earbuds. My phone buzzes with a new text from Andy as soon as I put it down. Don't stress. I'm sure you'll do fine. I smile at his kindness. It's kind of unusual, but I really like it. Thank you. I appreciate that. He doesn't reply, not that I expected him to. After all, he is probably driving.

A bell rings and the class door shuts. Large packets are passed backwards, and I take a deep breath before grabbing my pen.

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