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"We gotta make a decision: Leave tonight or live and die this way." Andrew "Andy" Moore || 28 || Farmer || South Sider

[warrenkenna]

Broken Strings;; Emily & Andy.

[mooreandy-blog]

emilyvanacker

The girl had no idea what was going on in the next room. She could hear noise coming from where she thought the two men where, but she couldn’t be completely sure. Cursing lowly, Emily looked down at her feet and realized she was standing right on the pieces of the vase. Winching slightly as she moved away, she could see her own trace of blood that was leaving behind her.

And suddenly, fear kicked in again. Where was Andy? For a moment he was there.. and the next he was gone again. Still recovering from just had happened – her breathe was finally stabilizing when Andy’s familiar voice came from the room next to where she was, giving Emily a feeling of relief. “Are you okay?“ she exclaimed quickly, not answering Andy’s question. His well being was more important at that moment.

Trying to take a step away, Emily winced again. Her neck was burning, her head was hurting just like her sides but she didn’t bother to pay attention to any of that. As soon as her friend appeared in the living room, Emily flashed a relieved smile and reached out for his face – trying to see if he was hurt. “No — I can walk, you’re not hurt are you?” she mumbled, before suddenly remembering that the attacker was just.. in the next room. Grabbing Andy’s hand, she pulled him towards the door winching as she did so. If anyone could see her right now wearing only a long shirt and nothing else in public, they probably would shoot her. But she didn’t care. “Do you have your keys?” she asked, before hearing noise coming from the next room. Her eyes met Andy’s for a moment. “Run.”

The moment seems to drag on forever - what would be the blink of an eye to someone felt like a lifetime to Andy as he swung at the man again. Fighting, as much adrenaline as it let course through his veins, seemed to make time stand still. Whatever amount of time he spent in his head, thinking of how to tackle a guy that was much taller than he and definitely stronger, made it seem like the brutality was much more than just a couple of minutes, whilst to onlookers, it seemed to be like a flash of light: one minute there, and then gone the next.

It was a relief when the man went down, leaving Andy winded, but not so much so that he had to stop to catch his breath, and remained on the ground, groaning in pain and disorientation of his surroundings. It felt like a moment to breathe again, to remember where he was and why he was there, and just the thought was enough to startle him back into the present, with Emily’s foot bleeding from the shards of the vase to the man starting to shuffle his way back in the other room. Had time really gone by so quickly?

His eyes watch the other carefully for a moment, choosing to ignore the sounds coming from the next room over in favor of taking care of Emily. He let a smile grace his features and a sigh of relief escape him. “I’m fine,” he assures quickly, scooting closer to Emily to inspect the damage that the asshole had done to her, but Andy was quite interrupted by that same girl pulling him to his feet and towards the door. Without a word, his free hand automatically goes to his pocket and retrieves the keys from the confined space. “Right here. Let’s hurry,” he urged, listening in carefully as the man became more and more aware of his surroundings by the second. Without hesitating, he steps in front of Emily and pulls the door open. “We need to get out of here.”

[aidanturner-daily]

[amralime-deactivated20161123]

[warrenkenna]

Broken Strings;; Emily & Andy.

[mooreandy-blog]

emilyvanacker

She needed to breathe and she was desperate. For a moment, Emily thought her mind was playing tricks on her. This was her end, she was going to die just like her mother did a few years back; alone and defenseless. How was that fair? Maybe that was life getting back at her for all her wild ways. At least Jessica would be happy from the outcome, wouldn’t she? Her head pressed against the wall again. Throwing another failed attempt, Emily realized that it was going nowhere.

The grip was too tight for Emily and even though she was trying hard to take his hands off her neck. Chocking for air, her vision soon became blur and the girl was slowly starting to give up. The burning feeling on her chest only became stronger until suddenly the man was pushed away and air forced its way forcefully into her lungs. Falling on the floor of the living room, Emily gasped for air. She blinked her eyes in confusion; unable to realize what was going on around her but glad about the fact it was almost over. Or wasn’t it?

“Andy?” she murmured, her eyes opening wide to look around the empty room. What did just happen? “Andy where are you?” she yelled, trying to get on her feet only to step on the broken pieces of the vase. “Fuck –”

In a fleeting moment, out of the corner of his eye, he could see Emily be released from the man’s grip and stagger for a moment. She was safe. Those three words circled through his mind over and over, and suddenly, there was a breath of relief exiting his lips. The moment doesn’t last long, not when the man who he had just attacked gets up once more and looks more furious than ever and coming straight for Andy.

The man’s burly exterior is enough to intimidate anyone, but Andy remains, feet planted on the ground in the very next room from where they had come from. He’s poised at at attention, taking his time to get the best of his fighting abilities. When the man gets close enough, he swings and lands a hit on the other’s cheek, and the other goes reeling back, shuffling and cupping his cheek in offense. A frown sticks permanently to both of their faces, and the scowl the man gives Andy leaves him just the slightest bit shaken.

“Emily!” He calls back into the next room, eyes still kept on the attacker. “Are you okay?” The man comes lunging at him, knocking the breath from his lungs, but remaining steady where he had been standing, and pushing back just as hard. Keeping his balance, Andy swings a leg and manages to knock the sense out of the other man for long enough for them both to escape. As the man lays down on the ground, trying to regain his composure, Andy runs back into the next room and straight to Emily, only to see her foot bleeding from the broken vase. “I’m gonna have to carry you. Is that okay?”

[warrenkenna]

Broken Strings;; Emily & Andy.

[mooreandy-blog]

emilyvanacker

Emily’s head smashed against the wall as she was pushed against it forcefully. Feeling dizzy and confused with what was going on, she wanted her hands to touch her head as a reaction but she realized they were held behind her back as one of the man’s hands were over her mouth. Groaning lowly as she could hear light ringing, Emily closed her eyes unable to process what was going on. Was it a minute that went by? Was it an hour? She had no idea.

A familiar voice broke through the silence of the house and she quickly opened her eyes. Andy as inside. She knew that – his voice was clear. The only problem was she couldn’t see him. The man behind her hissed, banging her head against the cold wall once more. Letting out a small muffled noise, Emily just wanted to cry from the pain. Unable to move an inch from where she was, she knew that it was just a matter of time until this guy repeated the action and what would happen then? Would she pass out?

Without a second thought, Emily’s legs threw a kick in the air, pushing a vase off a table that was surprisingly close to them. The porcelain fell on the floor and shuttered into a million pieces. “You think you’re smart huh?” The man said, this time his hands moving from her hands and mouth to wrap around her neck tightly. “Let’s see who’s smarter.” he added, tightening his grip around Emily’s small neck.

Scuffling and the sounds of a struggle come from the other room, and immediately, Andy is off, running into the next room and the room after that on a while hunt to find where the man had taken Emily. His heart, practically about to explode out of his chest, drummed insistently in his ears, distracting him from the panic that was threatening to billow over and the anger that continuously boiled in the pit of his stomach. 

The rooms start to blend together as the frantic search continues - the sounds repeat over and over, and it takes everything Andy has not to scream at his lack of progress. There can only be so many rooms, thought, he reasons, and so eventually, he’ll make his way through. Just as he takes another turn, a room he definitely hasn’t been in comes into view and, with that, so does Emily and the large man, which stops him in his tracks.

Her throat is clasped in between his hands and he pins her down and strangles her. An animal like growl involuntarily leaves him, and, without thinking, he springs towards the man. "Hey!” he shouts at him, fist clenching at his side to brace himself for what he’s about to do. “How about you leave her alone.” With that statement, Andy lunges forward to tackle the man.

[warrenkenna]

Broken Strings;; Emily & Andy.

[mooreandy-blog]

emilyvanacker

Warm hands wrapped around her neck, forcing her on the floor and holding her back down as the man who was now hovering over her tightened his grip around Emily’s neck. Chocking lowly and gasping for air, the young girl wanted to scream but she was too busy trying to fill her lungs with air. Her heart was beating fast and the fear was only becoming worse, yet the brunette gathered all her strength and just kicked that guy’s stomach knocking him on the ground.

Listening to Andy’s voice coming from outside, she couldn’t help but feel relieved for a second. Not wasting her time, Emily crawled out of her bedroom, gasping for air as the man was still on the floor moaning. Making her way slowly down the huge staircase she could see Andy through the door that was made of glass. “COME BACK YOU BITCH.” A voice came from the room as the guy raced behind her, missing her hair for only an inch. Jumping off the stairs, Emily ran towards the door and tried to unlock it the familiar sounds of the keys taking forever.  And there he was again. Feeling a hand grab her hair at that moment, Emily looked at Andy’s face through the door with a frown before she was dragged in a corner of the living room.

It was a moment or so before anyone appeared to be inside, despite all of the noises he could hear from within the house. In fact, Andy is just about to break down the door himself, when Emily - the sigh of relief that leaves his mouth is incredibly obvious - appears, keys in hand. The good moment doesn’t seem to last for long, because as he watches helplessly, pressed up against the glass of the window, he can make out a large, male figure running at her. Panic and worry consume him, and watches in anticipation as the keys jungle on the other side of the wall, but just as it’s about to open, she’s taken away from him again by the man, and dragged off into a direction Andy can’t see very well.

Full of fury, Andy starts to try to kick the door open hard with his boot, but the wooden object refuses to budge, still bolted completely shut. With his adrenaline completely through the roof, he continues to search for another way in. As fast as he possibly can, he sprints to the opposite side of the house, hoping that the back door to the large estate has been left open by chance, and when he comes across it, he gives himself a moment to rejoice. The door has indeed been left open and, with a mighty swing, flings it open and hurriedly steps inside.

“Emily?” he shouts, listening as the sound of his voice bounces off each wall. He looks around him, noticing the surroundings being one he can just barely recognize. “Emily, where are you? I’m gonna kill that bastard when I get my hands on him,” he spits, fists clenched in defense mode, just ready to strike at any moment. He was going to find her.

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addisonsawyer

Nodding, she smiled and looked ahead to find the farm he proudly owned. Addison made her way to find a whole new side she had never experienced before. The North Side was very modern and different from Addison who was humble and down to earth. Looking at the farm brought her a new feeling of welcome and she smiled at him. “This.. is amazing!” She said, looking around.

Her look of awe sent a blush straight to his cheeks, and his heart soared with pride. It wasn’t often that the farm got this sort of reaction out of people, especially visitors in particular, but Andy cherished the moment all the same. “Thanks,” he manages to murmur out, continuing in it’s direction. “The greenhouses are just beyond the farmhouse, this building,” he explains, pointing towards it with a smile. “I think you’ll be quite happy with your flowers.”

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northernjas

Jasmyn rolled her eyes fondly, waving him off with her hand though she couldn’t help but continue to laugh. “I feel like this is CIA business or something. Dangerous. Can’t help but get sucked into the mystery. Next thing you know, i’ll be dragging you to a closet by your tie!”, she drawled dramatically. Nodding, her pout turned into a confident smile, and she placed one hand on her hip as she turned her attention back to him. “More like a promise.”

His mind creates a mental picture - suits and sunglasses, the earpieces and spy equipment - and it’s enough for him to let out another bellowing laugh. “I think you may be on to something, Jas. Can you imagine? Best spies in the business, I would say,” he continues to tease. With a curious glance, he watches her, looking for any telltale signs that she was messing around with him, but based on her body language and bright smile, even Andy could tell she was being serious. “Fair enough.”

[warrenkenna]

Broken Strings;; Emily & Andy.

[mooreandy-blog]

emilyvanacker

Another screw fell on the floor and with a loud thud the wooden door was wide open, hanging from one side as a furious half naked man walked inside her room. “Get out.” Emily yelled, her fingers turning white as they were holding the bat tightly still. She was terrified – sweat running down her back and her heart beating fast. She could smell the alcohol, this guy who was only a few years older than her stinked bad. God knew if Jessica was even awake, but everyone could have guessed she wasn’t. “I am warning you, I will be kicking your ass. Go away.” she said once more, only for the man to respond with a laugh as he stepped closer.

Emily didn’t hesitate. Her instincts were telling her to run but her brain knew she couldn’t go through him. “You have a big mouth for such a small person.” The man said, taking a few steps closer and raising his hands towards her but Emily didn’t hold back and quickly hit him with the bat on his side, causing him to kneel on the floor; it was then when she got the chance to run. Run fast. Just the minute she was about to step her foot out of the door he grabbed her leg and with a small tug she was on the floor.

Where was Andy? Was he even going to get there soon? Smashing her head against the  floor, Emily groaned as her nose and forehead hurt from the fall. “Let me go!” she screamed, only to be dragged in the middle of the room. Trying to kick him, squirming around as he dragged her Emily took a deep breath before letting a loud scream hoping that somebody would hear her and call the police.

The road to Jessica’s house seems to continue on forever. For the longest time, Andy feels like he’s not getting any closer to his destination, the time going by so slowly that he even has to check his watch just to make sure that the time in his truck was correct. It seems to take even longer to get past the guards at the tracks, despite having the appropriate identification and everything. Although, on most days, Andy would usually just cross at a more abandoned section of the border, the idea doesn’t seem very pleasant, what with his dire need to get to Emily as soon as possible and the fact that his truck is freaking huge.

Still, he’s finally able to cross, and from then on, it’s a rush against time. His mind is hazy as to where Jessica’s house is - he can’t say he’s exactly been there on more than one occasion, mostly not by invitation and, unless Emily was there to step between them, usually very unwanted - just remembering a vague direction on how to get there, what street to turn on. As more time passes by, now the minutes flying away from him, Andy feels the pressure to find Emily and get her out safely.

His thoughts turn to the girl. What trouble had even occurred? Why had it even transpired in the first place? There were so many questions left unanswered that it made his blood boil in rage. He was going to get to the bottom of this and, if the flashes of his imagination were something to go by, he had better get there fast. As soon as his concentration is refocused, he realizes where he’s heading: the right direction. The house, which he now recognizes from his memory, comes into view, and immediately, Andy pulls into the driveway and parks his truck. From there he all but sprints to the front door, and knocks roughly on the exterior. “Hey!” he calls as enforcement. “I dunno whose in there, but you need to let me in. Now.”

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northernjas

“Is that so?’, she chuckled and gave a hum, pulling on his arm so he would follow over to the table where sat the best of the drinks the mansion had to offer. Or at least she thought so. It was far more expensive than anything she could afford to buy. She threw a teasing pout his way, giving his bicep a squeeze as she mulled over her choices of drink. “I think i’ll be able to.”

“Oh yeah,” he assures her with a grin. “Loads of undercover stuff. You probably don’t want to know.” His voice is teasing, dripping with sarcasm and wit, and it’s enough to even make himself laugh just the tiniest bit at the ridiculousness of it. “In truth, though, I thought I could use a little time out from work,” Andy explains. He can’t help the chuckles rising in his throat at her playful pout, and plays it off as him coughing into his hand. “Is that a challenge?”

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hcrleyb

Harley didn’t like where this was going, and especially not the way his features had turned softer. She knew that look, as if he wanted to scratch the surface and dig beneath her skin until he found something that explained what she was doing, why she’d run off without an explanation. Guarding herself, she could only take another step back in hopes of finding a way to make a run for it. Her mind instantly racked for some kind of excuse that you sound vaguely plausible and get her out of here as quickly as possible. Anything. Come on, Harley. Why couldn’t he simply hate her? It would have been so much simpler for her if he’d only taken her departure as what it was and moved on. Stopped searching for some kind of hidden meaning. She wanted to be left alone. “Stop,” Harley spoke loudly, grinding her teeth together while she watched him. The last thing she wanted was to explain why they’d broken up. He wouldn’t understand, and she preferred it that way. “It’s done and over with! Why can’t you just be okay with that?” Her eyes searched his for some kind of understanding. Of course there had been a time where she could have seen herself spending years upon years with him. She’d thought that they could have a future, but one day the whole concept was too scary for her to stay. Packing her bags and leaving was the only reasonable solution left – and that’s exactly what she did. At the mention of being scared, it practically froze her in her spot. How the fuck was he coming up with that? While she knew it was the truth, it was the last thing she wanted him to think of her. Harley was never scared, but deep down she knew that allowed someone into her heart would only end up with her being heartbroken. Therefore, it was simpler to push them away before the inevitable. “So maybe I don’t want to let people close to me.” She shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal. Whatever was said from this point on wouldn’t change anything. Maybe if she acted unfazed by it all, he’d give up and just leave. God, she hoped he would. “I don’t understand what you want me to say. Some kind of explanation that will make you feel better about yourself? Fine, Andy, fine! It was never about you and it was all me. You didn’t do anything wrong and there wasn’t anything you could have done differently to make me stay. You were the perfect boyfriend, and I ran anyway.” She was getting defensive, taking another step back and extending her hand to indicate for him to stay. Harley needed distance, not trusting herself if he approached too close. “I don’t know what the truth is… I.. It was better that way. Safer. Safer for me.”

Despite everything, every soft glance or word, Harley still closes herself off from him, from the world. It was frustrating to see her curl into herself, the defense mechanism sparking not anger, but exhaustion deep within him. With her guard up and his down, this didn’t seem likely to end well for at least one of them, and judging by how the tables have turned in this entire conversation - what was once anger induced and past feelings has turned soft and vulnerable - it was most likely Andy who was going to have his heart broken yet again. Except this time, it would be in a completely different way. Still, the burning need to know dragged him along for the ride, and even if it would end up terrible, it was enough to keep him going. She might not understand it, but he needed to know why. “Is it really over with? When we’re acting like this,” Andy motions to them both and the air around them for emphasis. “It’s hard to believe that.” He remembers a time where he would have done anything for her, and yet now, it was hard to see himself even just spending time with her. Had that been Harley’s plan all along? To throw him around until he felt like he didn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore? The logic seems flawed; how could anyone be happy with doing that to someone? The questions kept flooding into his mind, one after another after another, and he found that none of them had answers. They ambiguously hang there for him to grasp at until he can figure out what one means, whatever he can drag out of Harley. Although her guard remained in tact, she seemed to be cracking little by little. Her facade was caving in and, as much as he hated to admit it, Andy felt a bit of happiness shoot through him like a lightning bolt. “I’m not asking you to get close to me again,” he assures her with a bitter laugh. “I’m just asking you to tell me the truth.” The day she left is still vivid in his mind, and as much as he tries to forget, it still remains fresh in his memory, taunting him. It was something that he longed to let go of, but couldn’t, not until he knew the real reason why things had ended like they had, not the bullshit excuses that she had given to him, all wrapped up carefully and left for him to tear open until there was nothing left. He remains unfazed by her exclamation, too suspicious of it’s truthfulness to rally trust what she was saying as fact. “But why?” he stresses again, urging her to continue. He takes another step forward. “What are you so afraid of?”

[warrenkenna]

Broken Strings;; Emily & Andy.

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emilyvanacker

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I WILL BREAK IT DOWN.” The voice shouted, the combination of the banging and the loud music was becoming worse as the seconds passed by. A few cursing words followed by the man’s side, names he was calling Emily and there it was; a cracking noise coming from the door. Emily’s eyes focused there, seeing a large crack on the middle of the wood and completely ignoring the fact Andrew had already answered the call. Throwing her phone over the bed, she quickly jumped in the corner of the room and leaned down beside her bed – reaching out to grab an old baseball bat. “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR BITCH.”

Emily’s heart was beating fast. This night was nothing close to the trouble she had gotten herself into the past years, it was terrifying her. The man was not joking around. “Get the fuck out before I call the police on you!” Emily shouted, her hands holding tightly the bat. “I am not kidding, get the fuck out asshole! I AM WARNING YOU.” the girl shouted again before hearing another loud cracking coming from the door. She knew that the wood was about to come down and let that guy in. Taking in a sharp breath, her whole body froze in the middle of the room as one of the screws fell on the floor. “Oh God –”

When the other didn’t answer, Andy stayed silent for a minute. Confusion began to sweep over him. Why would Emily call and then not speak? Perhaps it was something wrong with the connection? Or maybe even his phone, judging by how old and worn it’s started to appear. He pulls the device away from his ear for a second, trying to decide what to do, and just as he’s about to hang up, a sound comes from the receiver. Immediately, Andy puts it back up to his ear. “Emily?” He tries again, anticipating a reply or some sort of indicator as to if she was there.

Although she doesn’t respond again, this time, he can hear something very faint from the other end of the line. Someone is shouting, voiced sounding angry and poised to pounce, and even though Andy can’t tell exactly what the voice is saying, he knows that it’s not good. “Emily are you alright?” He asks again, all but shouting into the phone. Panic swells within him, and he stands up from his spot on the couch. Emily’s own shouts fill in the array of emptiness from her side of the conversation, and it’s then that he knows something is very wrong.

“I’m coming to get you,” he says into the phone, tone a bit desperate as he looks around for his keys. “I’m assuming you’re with Jessica. Stay safe. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Without another word, Andy hangs up the phone and all but sprints out the door, determined to find Emily no matter what.  The truck he normally drives is parked just outside the house and he jumps into it and ignites the engine in all but two second. “Please be safe,” he mutters to himself, concern and worry taking over all of his senses. The only thing he sees right now is making sure Emily is out of harms way.

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northernjas

Jasmyn enjoyed witnessing Andy smile, however brief or small that smile might be. “Oh, so this is Southerner duty is it?“, she hummed, her eyes glancing around, giving nods and waves here and there to people she recognised. “So do tell”, she said, turning to look at Andy, eyes lighting up as she grinned, “What are my odds of getting a dance out of you tonight?”

“Oh yeah, very importance business, y’know. We take this kind of thing very serious,” Andy teases, but his words not necessarily untrue. Although he’s no activist, he would do anything to piss off some of the more elite people on this side of the tracks, if only for fun. Face breaking out into a very wide smile, Andy gives a chuckle. “Depends on how good you are at persuading me. I may be able to be moved yet.”

[demelzahcarne]

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huntlawson

“Exactly!” he agrees, not having been able to come up with the name either until Andy said it. “And we’ll also be slightly less serious James Bonds. It’ll be legendary, definitely one for the history books.”

“Just so,” he replies in a fake British accent, before letting another laugh bellow out of him. “We already have the tuxes, we just need the spy equipment, yeah? History better be ready for us.” Andy looks himself over once more and, jokingly, poses. “Shaken, not stirred. That’s what he says right?”

[warrenkenna]

Broken Strings;; Emily & Andy.

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emilyvanacker

It was no surprise. Having younger men around her house, around her life and around her step mother was something Emily was used to experience since she was a teenager. Truth was, she never mind it simply because she never paid attention to anything that happened in that house. As long as she stayed in her room, nothing could go wrong. Or that’s what she thought. Closing the door behind her and locking it, Emily put on some music in order to cover the sexual noise coming from just down the hall. If she had an escape, she wouldn’t be staying at that house but then again she had nowhere to go. She wasn’t twenty one just yet, therefore according to her father’s will she couldn’t have anything from his fortune until she reached that age.

Sighing heavily, the brunette laid down on her bed while allowing her eyes to focus on the ceiling of her room – her mind far away thinking about her own problems. The music was loud, not allowing the girl to hear the heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Emily almost jumped off her bed at the sound of the loud banging on the door. “Hey bitch. Turn that down before I get in there.” a voice said. “Get the fuck out of my house or go suck a dick – asshole.” Emily shouted in return, unaware that her words would make the situation worse. Sitting up on her bed, Emily’s eyes looked at the door that was now shaking violently at the loud banging. “You wanna see who’s gonna suck a dick tonight? LET ME IN YOU FUCKING CUNT.” the voice kept saying, the banging only becoming louder. “I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU.”

Something clicked inside her and Emily realized that the man outside her door was probably intoxicated. At the sound of cracking, she couldn’t wait no more; her shaky hands quickly reached for her phone to call Andy.

The night was much quieter than he’d have expected. Daniel has already fallen asleep and it’s left Andy with little to nothing else to do. The sun has already set and it would be impossible to continue working on the fields as there isn’t any light for him to actually see the way. It may be for the better, he thinks, because tonight feels like a good night to just sit down and do nothing for a while, so it’s exactly what Andy does. The couch is comfortable underneath his sweat caked and grimy skin. He’s taken off his jacket and boots and lets the dull ache of all the work he’s put in today wash over his body, and, if possible, he sinks into the soft cushion beneath of him.

Part of him thinks he could fall asleep like this if it weren’t for the fact that he feels disgusting. A farmers work is never done, his father had always said, and not until now had he realized just how true the words rang with him. So instead of getting up to take what is probably an awaiting lukewarm shower upstairs, he remains slumped on the couch and just is. His mind is blank and his body is still, and Andy can’t help but relish in the delightful feeling of fatigue finally starting to take a toll on his aging bones. His thoughts, however brief, flicker to his friends - what are they up to, where are they going, are they asleep in their beds at this time - but for only a brief second, having little to no energy left to even preoccupy his mind on them.

His eyes begin to drift shut, just enough to day dream but not enough to fall asleep, when smallest sound pierces his ears. Ringing. At first, Andy wonders if his hearing is going, rubbing at them quickly to see if the annoying sound will go away, when he realizes it isn’t coming from his imagination, but the pocket of his jeans, muffled by the thick denim that sticks to his skin. With a groan, he reaches for it and pulls out the old thing sleepily. However, the moment he sees the caller ID he awakens. Quickly answering, Andy’s body goes into full attention. “Hey, Em. What’s up?”

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emilyvanacker

Emily looked at him for a moment and she couldn’t help but think how had she gotten so lucky to have someone like him in her life. The alcohol was one of the reasons to go, yet trying to find a reason to spend time with her friend was way more important. Being around Andy was making it easier to forget about the bad stuff and just enjoy herself for a couple of hours. That was the vibe he was giving everyone and she liked that about him. “You know me – I am not picky. We could even sit on the sidewalk and I wouldn’t mind it. Alcohol and your company can be the best birthday gift someone can ask for.” she said as she leaned closer to kiss his cheek.

Although many others would chose to be intimidated by his presence, or even his attitude, Emily wasn’t one of them. If anything, she saw something in Andy that no one else could really see, and for that, although he’d never admit it aloud, he was relieved and grateful. If someone like Emily, so kind and smart and wonderful, could find that goodness in him, then there was still hope yet. “Sounds like a plan to me,” he grins, heart skipping a slight beat. He’s not quite used to this affection, and sometimes, Andy isn’t even sure how he’s supposed to react. “I think it’s time we aught to get smashed.”