When Ryan got the text from the unknown number turned Nina Fabray, he had already finished getting ready for bed. It had been a tough day with their fitness coach, and he was so looking forward to a quiet night in. But it was Nina, of all people who texted him -- to a number that he had kept for the last 5 years in hopes of this exact thing to happen. He didn’t even let himself feel pathetic when he jumped out of bed and went straight for his car keys -- only pausing shortly to grab a pair of jeans and a shirt to put on as he runs down to his car.
This whole thing could go in so many ways that Ryan doesn’t even know how to begin to prepare. Is Nina drunk? Was that why she texted him? Is she looking to have a fight? Or is she just going to tell him that she doesn’t want to see him again, and that they should pretend to not know each other? Because God, that would hurt. A very tiny part of him screamed that maybe, just maybe, this was Nina giving them a chance again after so many years.
With these thoughts plaguing his thought on the drive over, he soon found himself at the exact address. Taking a deep breath, which really did absolutely nothing to calm his nerves, he went up and knocked on the door.
His first thought when the door opened? God, she looks even more beautiful now than she did all those years ago.
It’s like a lightning strike that stopped Andrea in her tracks when she saw a literal angel. Clearly, nobody can look that perfect without having sold their soul to some entity. That’s another question that she was going to ask if this angel is willing to talk to her. But first, Andrea is going to try her luck at striking up a conversation.
“I didn’t know I can find heaven in the middle of a town like Lima,” Andrea’s alcohol addled mind tried its best to come up with something classy to say but combined with being dumbstruck with this angel’s beauty and aura, Andrea was basically reduced to a 12 year old boy with his first crush.
“Hi,” She said with a shy smile and wave when the woman turned to look at her. “I’m Andrea, I promise when I get a hold of my braincell, I’ll use them all on you.”
“Bailey, Bailey!” Andrea said as she hung onto Bailey’s arm and shook it furiously.
At this point, Andrea was more than a few bottles of beer in. Plus a few handful of shots. She had lost her shirt some time ago when she was off doing body shots with a group of college kids. She was going to look for it since that shirt was really soft and made her boobs look bigger in the right light, but clearly that intention is long gone.
“You know Coyote Ugly? I’ve always wanted to dance on the bar tops with someone, and I haven’t done it in like forever!”
“Can we please, please, pleaseeeeeee?” She said with her lips in a pronounced pout.
Haley has two enemies in this world: her sperm donor of a father, and Andrew Fucking Hudson. Honestly, every time she sees him, nothing good happened, and this time is no difference. Walking down the beach that she knows like the back of her hand, it is nearly impossible for her to trip and fall. Yet here she is, eating sand again - and this time, it’s not even to make her cutest little sister laugh.
As she was getting up she found out the cause of her fall. Someone had buried their bag under the sand and left it there. When she pushed herself up, the owner of the bag came running over -- and of course, it’s her mortal enemy #2.
“You.” She bit out with as much vitriol as she can possibly manage.
Andre was having an okay day. Things with AJ were still tense and he didn't have time to talk with Santana, specially cause he knew they were gonna fight and well, it wasn't like he had strong arguments against or that if had to, would use them. Confrontation were clearly not his strong point, specially if he feared hurting the persons he cared about. He was glad that he had time to eat lunch at the station, something that didn't happen that much.
After talking to Santana the other day and hashing out their differences, AJ threw the whole debacle out of her mind -- that was until she was scrolling down her messages to text Cooper and saw André's name. While she admit to being petulant and often times behaving impossibly and making outrageous demands out of people, she is still very self-conscious. She only behaves like a princess because she never actually expected people to try and accomplish those things for her. The only person who's ever gone that extra mile was her dad, and that's why he's probably the only guy she'll ever love in her life. Everyone else always have a hidden agenda, or they would backstab you at any given time of the day. So clearly, she wasn't about to give those losers her time and energy. But André has never done anything that shitty to her, like okay, he was annoying but only in a kicked puppy kind of way. He didn't deserve her yelling at him for no good reason, even though she tends to do that to everyone around her. Sighing deeply, she scrolled back down to André's name and began typing out a text.
AJ > r u at work?
Andre was actually wondering if he should send AJ a text, to ask her about her day or send her a silly jokes of those she loves so much, but he was left with nothing and left his phone on the table. He was pretty sure she didn't want to talk with him and he couldn't help but think what he had done wrong in the game night. There wasn't a lot of time to think about when his phone buzzed and the biggest grin ever knew to men appear on his face.
ANDRÉ > yeah, got to eat lunch here. you at school?
AJ > did u just eat lunch??? its like almost 5
AJ > ofc im @ school, i live here
AJ flopped down onto the bed, this was a mistake. She should just ignore the guilt and move on. Literally she have always been immune to guilt trip, even when she made her sisters cry by being a little shit, she didn't apologise. Obviously she wasn't about to call up André and say she's sorry. She would rather go run a marathon and die from a heart attack. She thought about a better way to say she didn't mean to be such a huge bitch without having to say the words.
ANDRÉ > we had to work till just now.
ANDRÉ >it was good tho, maybe i'll have to get something else tho cause it was too little.
Okay so apparently, they were back to normal and Andre was incredibly grateful. She was still all sarcasm but the fact that AJ was talking him on her behalf was more than he could ever ask for. He didn't wanna push it too much, wondering if he said the wrong thing, she would just come back to ignore without giving him a chance.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea passed by AJ's mind. If he's hungry, then she can just bring him food. She's going to have to find a way to get to André's precinct by herself, but she can always call Uber eats for the food to be delivered there, where she's going to pick it up and bring it to the fool. It'll be fool proof, except for that walking personification of a smiley face. God, she was truly the smartest Fabray to ever exist.
AJ > k
Sending off one last text, she slid off her bed and threw her phone in her purse. Just as she was going to head out, she looked down at her yoga pants and sweater and debated whether she should get changed. It wasn't like André haven't seen her in sweats, but on the other hand, she is trying to convey a sort of apology. Turning on her heel, she stripped out of her current clothes and went rummaging through her closet. It didn't take long before she decided on a sleeveless white blouse and a pair of high waist blue jeans that made her ass look good. Well, since she was already getting dolled up, she might as well touch up on her make up, and perhaps even her hair? Scrunching her natural blonde waves, she opted to leave them down. From the time AJ decided her plan of action to the time where she actually left her room, it took her more than half an hour. But of course, she had no conception of time, she expected people to run on her schedule rather than the other way around. It didn't take long for AJ's UberBlack ride to get there, if she was going to be taking one of this death rides, she might as well get the best one, it's not like she was the one paying anyways. All of her credit cards were linked to her dad's and he was the one picking up the bills so money was never her concern.
Once she got into the car, she occupied herself with ordering tacos from UberEats app. Once that was done, she spent the remaining of the time glaring at the back of the driver's head and making sure that she's got 911 on quick dial. It would just be her luck to get kidnapped the one time she's trying to do something nice. But thankfully, the car took her to the precinct without much fanfare. AJ bolted from the car the moment she felt it slowing down. Glad that the delivery guy was already there with the food, she waved the poor schmuck over and took the paper bag before heading up the stairs and into the building. AJ was so used to getting into various police buildings without much of a concern back in LA that she forgot she had to go through all that bureaucracy bullshit that regular people had to do. Having to sign in, and all that shit was slowly pissing AJ off, and making her regret doing this whole thing. When finally, she was waved in after what felt like a million years, she walked up to where one of the officers said would be André's desk, and plopped the bag onto his table.
ANDRÉ > okay? okay what?
After a few minutes without any kind of reply on AJ's part, Andre couldn't hide that he was disappointed on it. He thought they were making some progress and that maybe she would give him some kind of indicator of going in another date. There was a long while that he just stared at his phone, hoping that something else would come out, but no. So, sighing, he came back to his paperwork, only getting up for a second to go to the bathroom and when he came back, Andre stood on his heels. AJ was there, looking utterly beautiful, with... Food? "Princess?"
AJ huffed in annoyance when after all that work of getting in here, André wasn't at his desk. So instead, she took a seat on his chair and spun around, looking utterly bored. Like he better not be called out on a case because she would be so pissed. She was about to start messing with his desk's stuff when she heard his stupidly melodic voice. Lifting her head up, she looked at him dead in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. What is he waiting for, standing over there like an idiot. "Your chair is flat, you need a better one. My ass hurts from just sitting on it for like two seconds." Instead of acknowledging the bag of food in front of her, or the fact that she was here at all, she did what she knew best: insult him or in this case, his stupid chair.
