AN// Heysnickerdoodles, here is le next chapter, we'll get to look a little into Andrew and Sarah's past, and the meaning behind these...visions...... Enjoy :)
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"Andy, is that you?" Sarah stood, dumbfounded, at the discovery that the handsome man in front of her, was in fact, her childhood friend, Andrew. She was even more shocked when she remembered the rather intimate scene she had dreamed up on the bus involving him. "Y-you've, ah, l-lost a lot-" "Lost a lot of weight, I know. I guess the tormenting finally worked." He laughed heartily, and warmth exploded in her chest. This was her Andrew. Her sweet and caring Andrew. The Andy that chased the nightmares away, the Andy that let her borrow his comics and bought her ice-cream, the Andy that was always there for her, especially when her parents died. She hadn't seen him for years, the last she saw of him was when she was 12 and she said goodbye to him at the airport before he flew to England. They emailed each other all the time, but eventually, she lost contact with him.
"You've changed quite a bit too, my dear." He said, an unfamiliar look crossing his eyes. She smiled softly before she blushing. 'Why the hell did I have a daydream about him?' she thought. 'Because, you want to kiss him like there's no tomorrow' the little devil in her mind replied, making her blush deepen. "Are you alright?" Andrew asked. He looked slightly confused, and she realized that she zoned out. She laughed nervously, scratching her neck, as his eyes bore into hers. There was a weird air about them both, like an itch; Sarah just couldn't figure it out. 'It's the itch of longing' the devil in her mind says. "Oh, shut up." she murmurs.
"What was that?" he says, confused once more.
"I said I'm fine. Just feeling a bit warm in here." He nodded awkwardly and turned to fiddle with something on his desk. Sarah's eyes finally scanned the room, and she hadn't even noticed that the majority of the class was inside, staring at her with mixed expressions. Some were waggling their eyebrows, some were judging her and others looked envious. She spotted Will and rushed to the seat next to him. His face was a strange contortion of various emotions; sadness, anger, annoyance, jealousy. To put it simply, he looked like he was constipated. "What's wrong with you?" He grunted and slumped in his chair, as the bell rang loudly. Andrew cleared his throat, somehow gaining the attention of the class. "Okay, let's get started. I am your temp, Mr. Parker. Before you ask, no I do not know how long I will be staying, no, you cannot have free time and my marital status does not concern you." All the girls in the room (sans Sarah) groaned, and Andrew laughed. "Come on, let's get to work. Now tell me, who here likes poetry?"
