Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Confessing Feelings (Fluff)

Andrew and Y/N had been friends for a year, strictly platonic friends who clicked immediately, though neither ever made a move to make things more than friendship.

They met one year ago in the office of Y/N's manager, Kerrie Salter. Y/N had worked as a model since she was 15 years old, plucked from a mall in her native Springfield, Illinois as she shopped with her friends and talked to the cute boys from her high school. She was discovered by a talent scout, and while she thought the scout was completely creepy and full of shit when he approached her, she soon found that he was indeed reputable, and after a lot of vetting from her very nervous parents, Y/N found herself jetting off to exotic places like Milan, Paris and Dubai to walk runways and do print work. With her golden blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and slim frame (earned by her years training as a ballet dancer), Y/N looked like a cross between Grace Kelley and Christie Brinkley, and her classic all-American good looks made her a favorite with more mainstream fashion brands. After a few years spent abroad, she returned to the US and started doing print work and commercials in Los Angeles. It was there she met her agent Pete, and through Pete, her manager Kerrie. She had done fairly well for herself, well enough to get a nice apartment in the Hollywood Hills, and she had her sights set on bigger things in Hollywood.

The day she was waiting in Kerrie's office, she was supposed to meet to discuss an audition she had booked for a makeup campaign. Kerrie, a mid-30s talent manager with a kind personality and nurturing style, had become a big sister to Y/N, and she had texted after the model waited for a few minutes to tell her she had gotten caught in traffic and to wait in her office for her. As the blonde model waited patiently scrolling through Instagram and wasting time, she saw the door to the office swing open quietly. Her blue eyes flew up thinking she'd see her manager, but instead found herself looking into the soft brown eyes and adorable grin of a tall, red-headed guy in his mid twenties.

"Oh, hi, I wasn't expecting anyone in here!" the red-head said nervously, scratching the back of his neck, his face flushing a deep crimson. The two got to talking, introducing themselves, and they learned that Kerrie also managed his boss, famous YouTuber Shane Dawson. Shane had been meaning to drop a signed check to Kerrie for weeks, and Andrew volunteered to drop it by on his way to his apartment in Studio City, not far from her office. As the two got to chatting, Y/N was intrigued by Andrew's easy tone and sweet demeanor. They quickly bonded over their shared Illinois roots, their interest in photography, and their mutual love of the Chicago Cubs. Y/N never met any nice guys in L.A. She had dated several fuckboys and a few guys looking for social media clout or a way into the "hot" L.A. party scene. Y/N had celebrity friends, though she was never one to discuss them, and every guy she met seemed obsessed with her modeling, her Instagram follower count, or her connections to social media stars, actresses and general Hollywood types. She hated all of it.

Andrew was different. He asked what she did for a living and she told him she modeled, but after that, he seemed more interested in her as a person. She thought he was adorable, the way he smiled, his infectious laugh, his quiet demeanor. She had heard of Shane Dawson but wasn't really familiar with his videos, and she didn't know who Andrew was, but she found him immediately likable, like she'd known him for years. She was drawn to him like a magnet.

Andrew thought Y/N was beautiful, the kind of beautiful that made him go weak in the knees and blush like crazy. Of course he was attracted to her (who wouldn't be), but there was something else, a soul behind her ocean blue eyes that drew him in. He recognized her name from Instagram and generally being in the Hollywood scene, and he thought he may have heard of her from the times he hung out with the Vlog Squad several years back, but he wasn't sure. Despite his nervousness and his obvious intimidation at her insane good looks, he found it easy to talk to her. As they chatted, he considered how he could possibly see her again without making a fool of himself. When she mentioned her interest in getting new headshots for her portfolio, he mentioned his friend Jack, a photographer who had taken shots for Andrew and various influencers and YouTubers. Y/N seemed interested in getting his info and asked Andrew for his phone, programming in her number. The next day he texted her, putting her in touch with Jack. That led to the pair texting back and forth, then making plans to meet for a casual lunch, followed by coffees, more lunches, and daily text exchanges.