Love-Hate

I woke up the next morning with some of my hair sticking to my face from my drool.
I rolled over in bed half expecting there to be Andy but I was greeted with an empty bed. I suddenly sat up straight and looked around the room.
Sighing in relief when I realized that yesterday wasn't a dream and I really was at Andy's house.
My eyes landed on the pillow and there was a note.
'Went to go do some errands. Hopefully be back before you wake.'
I smiled and crumpled up the piece of paper before tossing it to the wall.
"You're late." I said to no one and climbed out of bed to go use the washroom. Like the entire house the bathroom was also plain, compared to my house it felt empty and not homey at all.
I chuckled and thought, what house would feel homey if the owner was gone all the time?
After flushing and washing my hands I went back to Andy's room to dig through his closet so I could find something to wear other then my dirty clothes. My bangs were peering over my eyes until I realized I didn't have my glasses on. All of his clothes were mostly black and grey but I managed to find a small t-shirt and sweats.
They both did a good job at hiding my curves which I liked. I thought I was too curvy for my own liking.
By the time I threw a load of Andy's clothes in the washer along with my own pair of clothes the front door slammed shut. I was in the bathroom turning on the washer when I heard Andy call out for me.
"Cat are you still here?" He sounded desperate, like worried that I wasn't here. Scared. That I just up and left.
"I'm in here." I replied finally figuring out his washer and walking towards the hallway. He met me at the other end, his eyes running down my body.
"I hope you don't mind me borrowing these I didn't want to stay in my clothes all day." I said biting my bottom lip.
"No not at all." He told me quickly before we fell into a silence again. "Were you up long?" He asked.
"No just about twenty minutes. I was going to make something to eat." I replied looking down at my bare feet feeling a blush come onto my cheeks.
"You relax I'll make breakfast. Do you like bacon?" I scoffed.
"Uh yeah what kind of questions is that Andy?" I joked going back to his bedroom to make the bed.
"A good question for people who don't like bacon?" He said sarcastically. I shook my head and followed him to the kitchen. I dug around in his cupboards until I found the coffee and put it on.
To my surprise there were breakfast stuff on the counter top.
"Since I didn't have a chance to go grocery shopping yet I went out and got some stuff." He explained putting frying pan on the stove.
I nodded and sat at the table, my eyes wandered around the kitchen area and towards the living room. My eyes went big when I noticed a certain picture.
A picture that stood out the most against the rest of the others. It was a picture of Andy and I, the same picture that was in the back of the closet.
The picture of us at the carnival. I swear he heard my heart pounding, or noticed the look on my face.
"What are you looking- oh." He began to flush rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "It's a long story." He said.
"I have time." I replied bringing my knees up to my chest.
"Okay well-" he placed the bacon onto the frying pan. "-the last I've seen of you was that day at grad when I told you I couldn't go in the school with you. The look on your face was- is still engraved on my mind. I put that picture there to look at when you would cross my mind so the last imagine I would have of you before falling asleep is you smiling.." He trailed off unable to say anymore.
I had expected something else, I don't know what but I didn't expect that. I felt my stomach turn with nausea when I remembered what he had said. How fast he became distant when we were just laughing before.
"Oh." I sad barely above a whisper biting my bottom lip. I looked down at the floor and when I looked back up Andy was staring at me with his baby blue eyes.
"I really am sorry Catherine." I nibbled on my lip a little more before answering him.
"I am too."

...

After we finished our breakfast Andy and I argued over who would do dishes until I won with a convincing pout that he couldn't resist.
I pushed my glasses up further on my face since they were beginning to drop due to gravity taking its place.
Andy said he was going to shower again since he still felt hungover. The only thing that ran through my mind was his voice.
"The last imagine I would have of you before falling asleep is smiling."
How do you respond to something like that? You can't. No words can give that justice.
Should I have thrown my arms around his neck and kissed him? Should I have smiled and said thank you? My mind was frozen, my heart was racing and I couldn't breathe right. Knocked out by the simple sweet gesture.
Maybe I could have done the same thing to have some clarity, to go to bed every night looking at the smile on his face knowing at one time I made him happy. At one time we were both happy with each other.
What am I doing here? Was this always suppose to happen? Was I suppose to end up here in his house, in his kitchen wearing his clothes? Was this fate? Who do I thank?
Lindsay?
Pete?
Hell do I thank Ashley?
The answer to all those questions remained unanswered and probably will always remain unanswered.
I shook the thoughts away realizing I hadn't done a single dish in the last five minutes.
I began scrubbing at the plate and I couldn't keep the smile off of my face with the way Andy looked at me with his blue blue eyes. Andy joined me in the bedroom sitting on the bed. I looked at his tattoos that ran up his arms and then looked at my bare arms.
We are two completely different people yet the same.
"I love you." I said breaking the silence. Andy stopped towel drying his hair to look at me. He had this dreamy look in his eyes before his face broke out into a smile.
"I love you too." I scrunched up my nose, crawling across the bed to kiss him.
It was a simple peck to the lips but I stayed there staring into his eyes while he stared into mine. We stayed there, smiling every now and then or even laughing before kissing again and again.
It was like we were teenagers in love again.
Man I can't even begin to tell you how much it felt like we were teenagers again.
"What do you want to do today?" He asked me.
"Well for starters can you drive me home? I wanna shower and change." I asked him.
"Yeah, do you wanna go now or wait for your clothes? I threw them in the dryer already." He said.
"We can go now. I feel all greasy. I'll just grab them later." I sat at the edge of the bed adjusting the plain black t-shirt on my body.
"Is this like where you decide to leave more and more clothes here until you basically live here?" He said with a cheeky smile.
"Ha, you wish Andrew." I said before standing up. He shook his head still with the same damn smile before mumbling a 'mhmm'.
"Let's go then." He threw the towel in his laundry basket then grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. I couldn't fight the butterflies that were raging in my tummy.
They wouldn't stop until he let go of my hand. I didn't want him to let go because the feeling was amazing but in order to get inside his vehicle and for him to drive he had too.
"Same place?" He asked.
"Yep." I said buckling up and letting my hands rest on my lap. The drive there wasn't too long, this time I had paid attention so I would know the route between his house and mine.
Lindsay's car was gone so I knew that they weren't home. She briefly mentioned going to spend the day at the beach yesterday but I was too busy moping to answer.
I dug out my keys and Andy followed me inside.
"Damn it still looks the same." He said his eyes looking around. "Minus the baby toys." He chuckled.
"Well you know where everything is. Don't eat the oranges Lindsay will kill you." I called to him running up the stairs. It didn't take long to shower since I rushed with everything which ended up with me cutting myself in five different places on my legs while shaving.
"Jesus." I hissed letting the water wash away the blood. I wore a simple outfit. Black pair of jean shorts with my 'Me? Sarcastic? Never.' T-shirt.
I blow dried through my hair and tied it up in a bun. While I was doing that Andy came in my room and collapsed on my unmade bed.
Before his eyes landed on Patrick who still laid on the floor.
"You still have that?" He said.
"Er, yeah. It was in my closet this whole time." I said picking him up and laying him on the bed.
"I can't believe you kept it." He smiled widely. I smiled back.
"I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it." I said running my hand along his fur.
"I couldn't bring myself to forget you." He told me making me smile.
"I'm sure you forgot about me sometimes."
"Actually I didn't. Everywhere I go in this city I'm reminded of you. No matter what it is. Fucking Jake named one of his puppies after you." He sighed.
"What? Are you serious? I'm going to kill him." I said jokingly.
"Don't worry baby cat is cute just like you." I wasn't prepared for that compliment so I almost fell over.
"Yeah she better be." I laughed with Andy joining me.
"You'll love her. I know I love her. I love both Cats."
"Stop being so cheesy, you're going to make me throw myself off a bridge." I whined my cheeks flaring with red.
"You jump I jump?" He pushed his luck further.
"Just sh." I giggled sitting down next to him.
"Only because you said my beautiful Cath-"
I cut him off with another kiss. I was afraid my already pounding heart couldn't take anymore, he would make me explode.

Notes

I seriously forgot about this until I came across the unfinished chapter last night. I'm so sorry! I love you guys still.
But just some more fluff to keep you until I continue on with more chapters.
xoxo

ship names?
Catherine + Andy = Candy? Biercho?