Snl Oneshots

Sand pt.2 (Andy Samberg)

"Nothing important, really..."

"Seriously?" Y/n laughed "It's your birthday, and you're here drinking on your own while your friends are all downstairs getting wasted and having fun. I think it's important, if it makes you lie about it..."

"I guess you're right" he sighed.

Andy smiled, scoffing, as he looked back up.

"I just... I'm just scared, you know? I mean, I'm thirty now!"

"And why does that make you scared?" Y/n asked confused, getting a bit closer to him.

"Well... I-I look at my friends, you know? Seth, Kiv, Bill... they seem to have everything they need... they have wives, children... and I still have nothing! I should know what to do with my life, by now, but I still feel like I'm in twelfth grade, I still feel like I've got a lot of time... and I don't"

He looked back down at the ocean, sad.

Andy felt so alone, so unhappy... and y/n knew it. She could tell that what he showed others was just a mask...
Just like she did.

"Even you, y/n" he said, staring into her eyes "Even you have someone"

The way he looked at her... it made her feel so happy and yet so guilty. She felt like it was her fault if he felt like that.

And then again, he looked away.

"Actually... not anymore" she sighed.

"What?... But I thought you were happy with-

"Yeah, I thought that too" she smiled, sarcasticly "...But I guess I was wrong..."

"...What happened?"

"...He cheated on me. With a drunk girl from a bar. A fucking slut... he couldn't resist a fucking slut..." she sighed "...then again, she probably didn't even know he was in a relationship, so it's  not her fault. He's just an asshole"

She clenched her fist, trying to control her rage, and felt her nails sink in the skin, almost making it bleed.

"Am I that bad? That unlovable? He didn't even remeber I was coming back  home early, that night, that's how I found out. He didn't even remeber a thing I had told him, like, every day before that one. He didn't even listen to me anymore"

She could feel tears starting to run down her cheeks, and closed her eyes.
She felt so stupid.

"I've wasted five years of my life with that fucking prick... how could I've been so blind!"

She bit her lower lip, trying to stop them from falling.

"I-I'm sorry, I..."

She sighed.

Suddently, she felt his warm hand rest on hers, holding it softly. She felt all the tension in her limbs disappear.

"Hey... it's ok..." he whispered, as he caressed her cheek with his other hand and lifted her chin up to make her look at him.

He smiled softly.

"It's going to be ok"

She felt shivers run down her back.
His gaze felt so comfortable, his touch so gentle... she could've stayed like that forever.

"Wanna walk on the beach with me for a while and talk about it?" He proposed.

"Yeah... It would be really nice" she smiled back at him, between the tears.
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"You know, I don't really like the sea..." she said, walking on the sand.

It tickled her naked feet with every step she took, making her uncomfortable.