Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Advice (Smut)

Andrew walked into the living room of his apartment, finding his roommate Y/N sitting on the couch absently reading on her phone. He sat next to her, flipping on college football, and he wordlessly grabbed her a blanket to put over her feet. She smiled a little bit at him as he covered her toes with the blanket, barely looking up from the TV. Y/N and Andrew had grown up together, and they knew each other better than anyone else. They'd been living together for about two years, since Y/N had moved to L.A. from Illinois for a job and had needed a place to stay. They worked out so well as roommates that Andrew suggested they make the living situation permanent, and it was perfect.

Andrew caught Y/N's gaze and smiled at her, and then he got up again, heading into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later, a beer in one hand and a cup of hot tea in the other, and he handed Y/N the tea without saying anything. She smiled a little, thinking to herself how sweet he was as he was engrossed in his game. She sipped the tea a little and smiled. "You put milk in this?" she asked quietly, and he nodded. "That's how you always order it," he said, eyes never leaving the screen, and she pursed her lips together.

"Hmmm." she said softly, and he raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, and she shook her head slightly. "Nothing, it's just... Chris doesn't even remember if I like coffee or tea half the time," she said, referring to her boyfriend. She'd been dating Chris for six months, and he was four years older than her, the oldest and most experienced guy she'd ever been with.

"I'm not surprised," Andrew said with a roll of his eyes, still looking at the screen, and Y/N tilted her head. "What does that mean?" she asked, and he sighed a little, finally fixing his gaze on her. "I mean... I don't know, he doesn't seem super... observant," he said with a shrug, and Y/N made a face, rolling her eyes a little. "You barely know him," she said, sounding exasperated. "You've only hung out with him a few times. You won't even get to know him," she argued, and Andrew sighed.

"I mean, I don't need to get to know him. I know you, and I know this isn't the guy for you," he told her flippantly, not showing much emotion, and Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. "How do you know that?" she asked incredulously, and Andrew laughed. "You're not happy, I can tell," he said with a shrug. Y/N bit her lip, looking her best friend straight in his deep brown eyes. "I'm happy," she insisted, and then she paused. "I mean... most of the time I am," she added, her voice sort of small, and Andrew scrunched his lips together.

"What's wrong? Besides the fact that this dude doesn't know basic facts about you like what you like to drink?" the red-head asked, and Y/N sighed. "Well... I mean, nothing is really wrong," she said softly, and Andrew tilted his head at her, raking a hand through his messy red waves. "Y/N," he said, his voice low, and she shrugged self-consciously. 

"Well... sometimes he doesn't listen to me when I'm telling him about things I... you know, that I like and dislike," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, and she looked down at her hands. Andrew raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Like, he doesn't know your favorite foods and shows and stuff?" he asked, and she shook her head. "Um... not just that," she stammered out, and Andrew furrowed his brows.

"He doesn't remember the places you like to go?" the red-head asked, and Y/n looked down, shaking her head slowly. "Well then what?" Andrew asked, and then, as if a light-bulb went off in his head, the handsome ginger guy's jaw dropped. "Oh. My. God." he said simply, and Y/N groaned. "The sex sucks, doesn't it Y/N?" he asked, and Y/N looked at him, shocked. "What??!" she asked, choking a little on her words, and Andrew couldn't help but laugh at his best friend's reaction.

"You heard me. Does he suck in bed?" he asked, shooting Y/N a boyish smirk, and she rolled her eyes. "It doesn't... suck," she mumbled, and Andrew shook his head. "Y/N... we're best friends. You can't give me these types of details and then not go on. Out with it. What's the issue?" he asked, and Y/N bit her lip.