The air was slightly chilly, bringing out a shiver from the blonde tomboy, who so happened to be standing on Andrew's front door step. She's been there for nearly ten minutes, and she still hasn't managed to knock on the door.
She'd tried, certainly. But something would cause her hand to jerk back the moment she'd raise her fist to tap light against the wooden door. It confused her, really. It wasn't like he was a killer, or anything. He was just... Well, he was just Andrew.
"Do it, Dash, come on." Again, she raised her hand, ready to knock. "Here goes nothing."
And..... She didn't move. Her hand was still raised mid-air, not even close to touching the wood. A loud sigh came from her mouth, and she brought her arm back down to her side. This was ridiculous!
Charlie stared ahead with a blank expression, giving herself a mini pep talk in her head. Usually, she wouldn't need a pep talk to simply knock on a door, but for some reason, this time was difference.
Her eyes darted around, examining the door and it's surroundings. And it was then when she noticed the doorbell. Aha, the doorbell! That'll do it!
Immediately, she found herself pressing the button, and the sound of a bell inside was heard.
She did it, she really- Wait... She did it. Oh crap, she did it.
She panicked inwardly, pulling at her shirt and nervously adjusting her backpack. This wasn't a regular thing, she thought to herself. This shouldn't be this stressful! Why are you making a big deal out of this, Dash? This is just Andrew, not the frickin presiden-
"Hello Dashie!"
Andrew's voice brought her back to reality, and she found herself staring into his... Really nice blue eyes.
"Um, hi...." Her voice cracked, and once again, she began freaking out, a nervous smile spreading across her face. "Lovely weather!"
"Yeah, I suppose."
Both fell silent, Charlie looking at her sneakers and Andrew nervously tugging at his tie. "So..... Do you want to come in?"
"Sure."
She stepped inside, looking around his house curiously.
All about the living room, there were sticky notes everywhere, each featuring reminders and the occasional doodle.
"Nice place," she commented as she took another sweeping glance about the room. "What's with all the sticky notes?"
"Reminders, obviously. Sometimes I forget things," he answered as he stepped beside her, adjusting his tie. "They help."
"Cool."
She took another look at the sticky notes, reading each one. There were homework reminders, reminders to turn off the toaster or stove. But one caught her eye.
'LOOK GOOD AND CLEAN UP HOUSE FOR DASHIE'.
Her face flushed, and Andrew seemed to have noticed. He too turned red when he noticed what she was staring at, and he darted forward, ripping the sticky note off of the table, ripping it in half.
"Ignore that."
"Okay," she squeaked, averting her gaze to the floor, blush still all over her cheeks. "You look fine, by the way."
"What?"
"Nothing."
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