Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)

Bad Boxes

"Wakey wakey, cutie patootie!" Andrew softly cooed into Jenna's ear.

Her eyes fluttered open, immediately. Softly, her eyes connect intimately with Andrew's.

"Hmm," she grumbled pushing herself up off the bed, drooping in the middle.

"Wooh. You need a mint." Andrew laughed.

"And a shower," she moaned, trying to pull herself up off the memory foam bed.

"Woah. Woah, slow down there, big girl. Let me help you." Andrew reached his hands out to help her up.

Slapping his hands away, she retorted sassily, "don't touch me. I can do it myself."

"Okayyy...." Andrew laughed, letting go. She fell back into her original position.

She tossed and turned for a minute before she fell back to her original position, "I lied."

Andrew laughed and pulled her up by her waist, "c'mon. I'll run you a cold shower, and I'll set up some fresh clothes for you."

She looked puzzled, "how do you have my clothes?"

Andrew suddenly looked worried, like he said something he didn't mean to, "never mind that. I'll run that shower for you-"

"Andrew." Jenna latched onto Andrew's wrist.

"Okay. Fine. I went by Tony's apartment after you passed out, and I brought you into my room. I sat down and talked with him for a few minutes. He kept telling me he was okay..." Andrew paused and stared intensely around the room avoiding eye contact with Jenna, "he looked awful. The color was drowned from his face. The bags under his eyes were so heavy like he can't sleep." Hesitantly, he looked up at her face, "he's miserable, Jenna."

She stared off into the blank atmosphere surrounding her, "did you tell him what happened with Malcolm?"

"No. I asked for your belongings, and he helped me carry the boxes to the car."

Tears formed at the corners of her bright blue eyes, "boxes? He packed my things?"

"Hey hey. Don't cry, baby. He probably didn't want a reminder of losing you to another man. I wouldn't want a reminder either."

"I made a huge mistake."

Andrew cradled her in a hug, "don't cry," he began stroking her hair as she nestled her head into his neck, "it'll be okay. We're going to have a good day. I'm going to take you to lunch. I have a surprise planned for you afterwards."

Her zygomatic muscles pulled at her cheeks, forming a small smile.

There was dead silence between the two, "you smell awful." Andrew pipped up.

"I know," Jenna responded, preparing to tear herself from his hug.

"That doesn't mean I won't cradle my perfect best friend in my arms a little longer."

Just like that, Jenna's mood was no longer as depressing

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