#x.andy

[endurexsurvive]

texts ;; andy & bella

andy: good morning cutie

andy: i wasn't supposed to sneak out this morning. it wasn't in a trashy way. i had to do team training early before the game tomorrow.

andy: let me make it up to you. meet me outside your campus library at 10. if you're not there by 10:30...i'll understand.

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Andy dragged her feet slightly as she wandered in comfortable silence up the path toward Bella’s halls of residence. Ever since she’d met the other woman with a coffee and cake after her lecture that morning, she’d been beaming from ear to ear. It was hard to believe that she’d only met her about twenty-four hours ago, gave her some stupid line about marriage that her friends had dared her with. 

And she certainly hadn’t expected to fall into bed with her. Or hear her breathe so shakily as her fingers slipped up her back and clutched her close. She didn’t know what time she’d fallen asleep with a face full of dark hair, fingertips dancing over smooth skin. That day she’d listened so intently as Bella had spoken about everything. How they were both raised in split cultural homes but unlike Andy, Bella didn’t have a father to turn to. Andy had laughed so loudly as she told Bella about her brother’s antics, about their stupidity and competitive edge.

By late afternoon she’d found herself resting her hand on Bella’s thigh briefly as she waited for their lunch to arrive. They had a lot in common, Andy could admit that and when Bella had smiled at her....Andy had felt her heart quicken. “I hope you enjoyed yourself. I’m sorry we couldn’t stay for a drink and a Nashville sing-song.” She rubbed the back of her neck and looked up at the building she’d spent the night in previously. “I’ve got to be good and all that before the game tomorrow.” 

She licked her lips absently and turned back to the smaller woman, reaching out to softly cup her hip, thumb brushing against the fabric of her tee. “I had a really...really good day and I can’t believe I have to leave tomorrow when we’re finished.” She frowned and then smiled. “But no point putting a dark cloud of a sunny day. I’m grateful.” @unsctisfied

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Andy sighed gently as she watched the bonfire crackle at the base of the hill, the rim of her beer bottle pressed against her lip. It might not have been the big Fall bonfire event but it was still a welcome tradition to be here at any bonfire after all and even if Andy had to drive all the way back from the North East to get here, it’d been worth it. Plus, with the spring nights coming to an end and the summer now stretching out for the long road ahead of them, she needed these little things to remind her about what real home meant. Breathing in lungfuls of air that was slightly tinged with the acrid scent of smoke, she leant back on her picnic blanket and reached for her next drink. She was pretty sure she could walk home from here if the night got too heavy. Or maybe she’d just slight right here next to the warmth of the flames creeping over the greenery. It wasn’t until the sound of a body dropping next to her pulled her attention that she realised she’d been staring at the amber flames licking the sky. “Sure, take a load off.” She teased as she caught sight of the beautiful woman now sharing her space. Andy did not have enough time in the world for this woman. This woman and her big heart. And her beautiful smile. She extended a drink to her silently and then reached for a new one for herself. “Is your wife-to-be babysitting your ten children?” She joked before reaching across and squeezing Cam’s knee. “I miss you most of all, Graham.” @unsctisfied

[endurexsurvive]

There was something about the summer time that made Andy even more excitable. Of course everything about the young woman usually came with a ladle full of high energy but in the summer time, as new breezes and sights began to creep in to Wilmington, Andy came alive. She was stood on the beach shore, her soccer shorts a little too long for her slim thighs. The muscles on her arms were just beginning to come in and she’d wasted no time in bragging to her brothers who in return had hidden her in the boot of a car for thirty minutes. Thomas family traditions were stranger. But today, she was at peace, a flat stone in her palm as she stared out at the ocean. There had been some big thing here last night and she could still see leis on the ground and some remains of torch poles. Apparently it had been fun. “I was wondering when you’d get here.” Andy said loudly without thinking, just noticing the footfall as it got closer behind her. After launching the stone, she turned around and moved forward to slowly wrap her arms around the other’s ribs. “How you doing?” @unsctisfied

[endurexsurvive]

message; cam & andy

andy: it's me. do you even remember me? DID YOU DELETE MY NUMBER?!

andy: ....have you been hiding because you realised how much you like me?

andy: no but really i miss you.

[thequeensxgambit]

This was wrong. This was all wrong. Andrea Thomas should not be kept in detention like some teenage delinquent. She hadn’t done anything genuinely wrong and she was stuck in a room with a bunch of losers who got their kicks from setting fire to school property and making other people’s lives hell. That girl had deserved it. She’d fucking come at Andy as intensely as Andy had fought back but apparently she had been the aggressive one. What a fucking joke. Did her split eyebrow and bruised lip mean nothing in her defence? Just because the other girl hadn’t been able to take a swift punch to her weak as nose. As she stepped off the last step of the staircase in to teenage angst hell she scoffed, yanking her backpack higher as she wandered to a clear desk. This place even smelt like failure. Yet, amongst the greasy haired low lives and bad ass bitches who had cigarette tar stuck to their crooked teeth she spotted a face she half knew. A face she’d seen. Cameron Graham. Andy’s eyebrows furrowed as she walked by her, the confusion perfectly clear. Heavily and purposely loudly she slumped in to the desk behind the other woman, tossing her bag to the ground. What are you in for? Seemed a perfect question but this wasn’t prison. Although it did feel a bit like it. So she just pushed a hand back through her hair and stared at a mark on the wall. “Did you smile too hard at someone or something?” She voiced aloud, keeping her eyes on nothing.  @yourgrcvity