Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Warm (Smut)

Andrew sat on the front porch of his parents' home in Algonquin, Illinois, clad in sweats and a t-shirt, black-rimmed glasses on, L.A. Dodgers hat pulled snug to cover his red mass of waves, which he'd started to grow out. He clutched a gigantic cup of iced coffee as he sat staring vacantly at the street in front of him. He'd been sitting there for at least 30 minutes, just spaced out as he thought about the mess his life had become, and he heard footsteps headed toward him.

"Andrew?" the voice called out, and he looked up nonchalantly before noticing her, his face curling into a broad smile. It was Y/N, the girl who'd grown up next door to him in his childhood home. She had been in the grade behind him in school, and they'd been close friends for as long as Andrew could remember. They'd gone to parties together, dances together, even Y/N's junior prom, when Andrew agreed to be her date after her then-boyfriend cheated on her with another junior, leaving her dateless two days before the dance. They'd even gone to the same college, hanging out constantly as Y/N pledged the sorority that was sister chapters with Andrew's fraternity.

The two kept up their friendship even after graduation, although Andrew moved to L.A. and Y/N stayed in Chicago, getting a job as a luxury buyer at Tory Burch on Michigan Avenue. They got together at least once a year, usually to see their favorite bands play or to go to the homecoming football game at their college. But Y/N was shocked to see Andrew sitting on his parents' porch at 1 pm on a Wednesday afternoon, since he hadn't come home to Algonquin for anything other than Christmas or a wedding since he'd moved to California.

"Hi! What are you doing here?" she asked softly, making her way up to the porch as Andrew stood up. He enveloped her in a friendly hug as she smiled at him. He sighed a little, looking down at his feet. He was home hiding out from the disaster that his professional life had become. Shane was in complete disarray, his past discretions with creators and his old offensive content resurfacing and essentially rendering him a recluse in his house. He had no clue if or when he ever wanted to film again, and it left Andrew directionless. He'd had other offers, from Garrett, his friends Zane and Heath, and even from a mainstream production company looking to produce Netflix documentaries, but so far, Andrew hadn't been able to make a move, torn between his obvious love and loyalty for Shane and his need to do his own thing and make his own way. And so at his parents' suggestion, he'd come home to chill out and think.

He glanced Y/N's way, briefly telling her the situation, and she sat down in the rocking chair next to him, listening to him intently. They didn't talk daily, but the old friends definitely talked often, and Y/N had been somewhat aware of Andrew's predicament, but she didn't know the extent of what the situation was doing to her friend, and her heart hurt as she listened to him. Andrew was the kindest, most genuine person Y/N had ever met, and she knew his heart of gold was making this worse on him. She ached to help him somehow, but she didn't know what she could possibly do to ease his mind. She tilted her head, biting her lip as she looked at him, and he couldn't help but smile at her.

"What are you doing here in the middle of a work day Y/N?" Andrew asked, not wanting to monopolize the conversation, and Y/N laughed a little. "My mom and dad are on vacation in France. I volunteered to take in their mail and feed the dog, so I came by at lunch. I'm supposed to go back to work but..." she said, her voice trailing off as she looked at Andrew.

Y/N had always thought he was handsome, but in school she never saw him as anything other than a friend. But as the years went on and they continued to see each other, he had turned into something else entirely to her. As they both became adults, Y/N had to admit that she felt more and more attracted to him, though she knew it was ridiculous. He was one of her best friends in the world, and he lived thousands of miles from her. Still, every time they saw each other she couldn't help but think of how he made her feel when they were together.