"and i'll do anything you say,
if you say it with your hands"
a good half hour of making out later, they decided it was time to talk.
she didn't tell him everything, but she told him a shit load more than she ever expected.
there's some things she just can't talk about.
but he understood. they lay in eachother's embrace, her head on his chest and his arms wrapped around her. he rubbed small circles on her hips and kissed her forehead when he knew it was tough for her to talk.
when she was just about done, she sat up and crossed her legs over his
"luke can you do something for me?"
"of course, i'll do anything you say, andrea"
"could you help me? you know, talk to jordan?"
"why? why would you want that? you know that you deserve so much better, right? you're so beautiful. everything you do is beautiful. the way you wait for the elevator in the morning and smile when i let you on first. the way you do a small wave before you cross the road because you're afraid i'm not watching and i won't see. the way you wrap your plaid shirts around your waist and how your vans are scuffed from when you kick the curb so absent-mindedly waiting for traffic lights to change. everything you do. and what you don't realise is that i see it all. and i think you're beautiful. and i would do anything to see you happy. "
