When people say you never know what you have until it's gone, they really do mean it. For Andy Edwards, she's been through enough in her lifetime to know that she can't always get what she wants. Life just keeps throwing her curveballs and there are...
When I woke up the next morning, my head felt as if I was hit with several hammers. I squinted at the hallway light, but was surprised when I noticed that all the curtains had been left closed over the windows. How did I manage that last night? I couldn't even remember how I got home.
Usually I didn't drink so much, I wasn't sure what had gotten into me. Maybe because of the wedding coming up. I had a bad habit of drinking a lot when something went wrong in my life and I wasn't sure how I've been managing on my own anymore. I heard something fall down the hall and immediately froze. Oh god, who did I bring home? I looked to my right at my nightstand and noticed two tylenol and a cup of coffee sitting there. I frowned, still slightly frightened as to who was in my apartment. I uncovered myself and realized that I was still in my dress from last night.
I sighed in relief and grabbed the tylenol. It must just be Adam, he would occasionally come over just to see how I was. Or maybe I had called him last night to see if he would take me home. Who knew, I wasn't sure what was happening in my life anymore. I quickly got undressed and rummaged through my closet, trying to find something to slip on so I could get out of my dress. I pulled my hair up and slipped into a t-shirt and shorts. Before walking out of the bedroom, I grabbed the cup of coffee.
"You didn't have to stay, I can manag-What the hell!" I jumped once Elliot turned around, shirtless. Oh, god. I couldn't help but admire his build, and god was it nice. He knew how attractive he was. He smirked as he held up a plate full of pancakes.
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"Morning, sunshine. How's the head?"
"How the hell did you get in here?" I asked as I sat down at the counter, sipping my coffee.
"You asked me to stay with you last night. You don't remember? You were quite open." He seemed offended, but I knew he was trying to hold back his smirk.
"No, I don't. What did I say?"
He shrugged, "Not much. You just asked why you had to go to the wedding. You wanted me to carry you up and stay with you. You don't have any syrup so I had to go over home to get some," He handed it to me and smiled. "Dig in!"
"Thanks, Elliot. You really didn't have to do all this." I said as I grabbed pancake, pouring syrup over it.
"Well, better get used to it," He smiled and sat next to me. He grabbed a pancake, taking a bite out of it. "I can make damn good pancakes." We ate in silence after that, enjoying breakfast. I was thankful for the silence, my head was still killing me from last night. I hated myself for drinking so much, I knew I was going to dread the morning after.
"You cooked so I'll do the dishes," I grabbed the sponge to start washing until Elliot grabbed it from me, holding it above my head. "Come on!"
"No, you go shower. You should relax, you're hungover. Don't worry about the dishes, I got them." He smiled and pushed me towards the bathroom. I wasn't going to argue with him, so I started running the water for my shower. Before I started getting undressed, there was a knock on the door.
