Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)

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•Jenna's POV•

I fiddled with the ring on my finger. I stared down at it, running my slim finger of the engraved letters, A. N. D. Y.

I always loved that nickname for Andrew; Andy. I only ever used it on him when I was really angry or serious; he knew that. He always loathed hearing me use it, yet someone got the idea it was clever to have his nickname engraved on the ring, even though his ring said "Jenna" clear and full length.

Staring down at my hand, a crooked smile crept across the right side of my face, due to the fact I noticed the wicked-ass tan line the ring has left. I mean, I have been wearing it since I was 18. And here I am, 3 years later, my incredible Andrew still as perfect a best friend as he ever was.

"I'm sorry" I saw Andrew mouth the words, holding back tears of laughter. Wasn't it ironic tony chose the exact same moment, the exact same day, to be at the exact same hole-in-the-wall restaurant? It's seems a little clichè if you ask me. This isn't a fairy-tale; stuff like this doesn't actually happen.

"Uh huh, sure" I snarled at Andrew. Guilt plastered his face, but the laughter outweighed the guilt.

Why was this funny to him? He must have known about it. He must have caused it.

"What did you do?" I asked, irritated.

"Am I crazy to think that I could be in love, when it all ends up- it all ends up wasted? I give you my all but I'd just fuck it up and we'll end up- we'll end up wasted." Andrew sang along, mimicking Tony's passion when singing. The tears of laughter still bunched at his eyes. He found this all hysterical.

"Andy!" I gasped, slapping his hand.

"Okay. Okay. What?" He laughed, setting aside his fake passion for music.

"What. Did. You. Do?" I sounded out each word carefully, displaying my irritation and hostility. It was growing, and he would feel my wrath. To him, I'm as harmless as a baby possum, but if he made me angry enough, I'd claw his eyes out.

He laughed, and threw his head down to stare back at the menu, "You know a guy named Eman?"

"Of course." I retorted, "What about him?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and commenced laughing once more, "you see, when I went to get your stuff from Tony's earlier, I ran into Eman as I was leaving. He and I started talking. I told him about how I was going to bring you to this little place for a nice meal, to get your mind off the pain Malcolm caused- he said he'd talk to Malcolm by the way- but he mentioned to me that his wife actually used to own this place with her best friend when they were younger. When she grew older, she sold it, but the owners are friends of hers, and they'd do anything for him. Eman and I set up a plan to have Tony sing here tonight. Of course, he didn't know about the plan. He prepared himself and came here. We came here. And now here we all are." He chuckled, sipping his beverage.

I quintets my eyes angrily, and formed a frown with my mouth, "You are a douche canoe."

Andrew flipped his hair to one side, "Aw, Jenna. You're so cute when you're being a basic bitch." He smiled, extending his arms across the table to pinch her cheeks, "I guess it's a good thing that you look cute, because your lover boy is about to wrap up his performance." Andrew pointed towards Tony sitting at the elegant piano.

As Tony finished the final bridge of the song, I began to worry about my appearance. What if I wasn't as pretty as Tony remembered? What if he didn't love me the same?

I couldn't handle it anymore; the anxiety was killing me.

"I have to go to the restroom." I yelped, jumping up from the table.

Before Andrew could reply, I'd already ran halfway across the restaurant.