A/N: This isnt your regular journal entry- this is what Andy was doing when Art and Charley had some alone time. And all credit goes to the artists- whoever/wherever they may be
He looks at me as if the time apart never happened. He tries to read my face, trying to figure out if I even wanted to see him here. He slowly walks towards me, as if I was a hurt animal that could pounce at any moment.
I look at my nails, trying to come off as cool, and not as nervous as I actually was.
Hey... I didnt expect you to be here...
Yeah- same with you.
Arianna- I- Uh-
Dont worry about it Fritz...
He chuckles at my old nickname for him.
And, uh, its Andy now...
Oh- ok... Sooo....
I just stare at him blankly, trying to make him feel quilty. It works
Umm- how have you been, uh, Andy?
I say bluntly He "casually" sits next to me, putting his arm on the peice of bench behind me.
Im sorry- like truely sorry.
He just stops and looks at me.
You know why, correct?
Freeman Antonio Leonardo, yeah, I know.
He kinda looks shocked that I used his full name. I find this amusing.
We sit in silence. I close my eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling.
He senses what im doing. He grabs my hand.
Lets go for a walk.