Poison Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Ok

~ Quick A/N before you all read on, I didn't intend for this to sound TFIOS-y, so, yeah... Enjoy!

The buzzing of my phone interrupted our conversation and I gestured for Andy to take over frying the bacon we were having for lunch so I could answer it. I looked at the caller ID before answering.

"Wesley, hey."

I heard him tut on the other end of the line. "Ivy, it's no fun when you check the caller ID." He told me.

"I wouldn't need to check the name anyway, yours is the only one I know that ends in 6969." I smiled, rolling my eyes. It was something I was sure he'd deliberately done, calling up the phone company to make it so. "What's up?"

"I feel like I should be asking you that... you seem overly cheerful today. Did Satan finally offer you his throne in hell?" he asked.

"Not yet," I laughed and I heard Wesley gasp almost indignantly.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed. "You never laugh, like, ever!"

I shrugged one shoulder up to hold my phone against my ear as I navigated my way towards the cupboard which held my plates. Pulling open the door and grabbing two plates, I cleared my throat into the receiver. "Did you call me to insult me, or do you, as you always do, have some kind of ulterior motive?"

Andy chuckled and I shot him a playful scowl, sticking my tongue out at him, setting the plates down on the kitchen island. He brought the frying pan over, the bacon still sizzling in the oil and I took a deep breath, inhaling the wonderful aroma.

"I'm not insulting you, I'm telling the truth." Wesley defended himself and I scoffed.

"I do so laugh, though, so you're not telling the truth."

I heard him murmur something incoherent before he raised his voice enough for me to hear him again. "Once in like every decade does not count."

I noticed Andy's eyes were dancing with amusement in the afternoon sun that shone through the kitchen window. His lips were tugged upwards in a smirk and I narrowed my eyes warningly, gesturing to the bacon in the pan.

He shook his head slowly, chuckling as he dished the bacon out between the two plates.

I stepped away and cradled the phone closer to my shoulder but not before Wesley had heard Andy in the background.

"Who was that?" He almost demanded and I imagined his ears would be twitching and eyes wide.

"No one," I replied quickly, walking out of the kitchen away from Andy who was still chuckling but had moved and was now grabbing the toast which had just popped up in the toaster on my bench. "Just my TV. So, you wanted...?" I asked in an attempt to throw him off of guessing Andy was here.

"To grab a coffee with you, it's like forever since we saw each other." He answered.

I laughed lightly, shaking my head to myself. "That's such an exaggeration; we saw each other like two days ago."

Wesley whined, ready to exaggerate some more but I stopped him before he could. "When did you want to meet?"

"Uh, like now?" he told me in a tone that screamed 'duh'.

"Uh, like no." I grinned.

"Bitch, don't test me." He said, and I could hear the grin he was wearing in his tone. "And ... Maybe it'll be on me? As in, I'll pay for the both of us."

"Wow, so kind." I drawled. "Not like I haven't been the one to pay for us, like, the last six times."

"Which makes my offer all the more tempting." He said, then poutily added "Pleeeeeeeease?"

I popped my head back into the kitchen, to see Andy adding a ridiculous amount of ketchup to his toast, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration as he did so. It struck me as completely and utterly adorable, and I literally could not stop the 'aw!" popping out.

Of course, this caused both men to react – Wes with an 'aw what?' and Andy's head jerking up, his brow knitted together.

"I meant..." shit. Which guy would be less of a pain to deal with right now? Ugh. "I meant... aw, ok then."

"Yay!" Wes cried, before rushing out a "See you in ten at Starbucks," before hanging up, giving me no time to protest or back out.

For a moment, I just stood there, chewing on my lip, and cursing both myself and Wes, the little bitch, before I cleared my throat. "So... uh, I... kind of have to head out in like ten minutes."

"Oh." Andy said, and for the briefest moment, he looked downhearted, before he shot me a devilish grin. "Does that mean I get your bacon?"

I bit back a groan, my stomach moodily pining for the sultry, fatty strips of heaven. "I guess so."

"Sweet!" he said, grabbing my bacon roll, squashing it down atop his and taking an artery-clogging, heart-stopping, massive bite. Goddamn him.

I debated what to say next – I mean, it'd be pretty rude to just kick him out, but to leave him in my house, unsupervised... aside from raiding my underwear drawer I guess there wasn't really that much harm he could do. I trusted him enough not to set fire to the place, he seemed like the type that was above that. I mean, I could totally imagine him setting fire to the whole street, but still.

I took a deep breath, clasped my hands together and said "I don't know how long I'm gonna be, most likely more than an hour. So, uh... feel free to take your time, and you can pop the key underneath the mat..."

He eyed me like I'd just started Gangnam-stylin' right there in front of him, a quizzical look on his face accompanied by arched eyebrow and I thought he was going to say something, whether it be questioningly or sarcastic, but he simply shrugged and said "Ok." 

"Ok?" I had to consciously keep my jaw from dropping.

"Ok." He shrugged again, and an arrogant half smile pulled one corner of his lips up.

"Well..." I nodded. "Ok then! I will ... text you later, or something."

"Ok then." He echoed me, and tipped his hand in an aye, aye captain gesture, taking another bite of his toasted bacon sandwich. 

I looked at him, contemplating calling Wesley up immediately to tell him I'd changed my mind before Andy cleared his throat, swallowing the bite and cocking his head to the side, his mouth squeezing into a smirk of amusement.

"Ok, Poison." He said and I grinned, my mind made up.

I called out a 'see ya' to him as I headed out the door, tucking my phone into my pocket before hastily making my way over to the nearest Starbucks.

Wesley would lecture me if I was late, and today I just didn't want anything ruining my mood.

~ Hey, so I have received like a gazillion votes recently and I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who has been contributing to those votes! Just know I stalk you all. 

I haven't actually mentioned this, but, Since finishing sixth form/college/school/hell/whatever you wish to call it, I've been working a lot, but I haven't been as stressed because when I come in from work that's me finished for the day. It isn't like school where they're like 'lol, here, have some homework'. Because of this, I've had a lot more time to think about writing and to actually write, and you'll probably have noticed I update more frequently now and I've actually started to enjoy writing once again. For a little while it became something of a chore and I slowly got bored, but now I'm back in the game, excited for every update I post so I hope that really shows for you guys and that you all enjoy reading my work as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

I think that's all I have to say for now, other than thank you, I love you all! But you already knew that. *hugs4uall* <3